chapter 5

Emi

I collapse sweaty and exhausted on the floor of the studio, moaning as all the muscles in my body threaten to kill me at once.

“What the hell happened to you?” Scarlett asks stunned as she drinks from a container of Mountain Dew and eats her third moon pie from the box.

I shut my eyes, salivating for the taste of something sweet, but I can’t. Not if I’m going to survive Catherine.

“I just got my butt handed to me by a cougar,” I say and roll over on my stomach and look up pathetically at Scarlett.

Has she gained weight? There seems to be a little more of a potbelly pressing against her thin t-shirt than normal, but maybe that’s an illusion because of the whip cream on her cheek.

“Oooh, give me all the details,” she says, scooting forward on the couch and putting her hands on her chin. The movement creates a double chin that makes me strangely hotter. I groan, pushing the feeling down.

“She’s totally out of my league.”

“So what? Let’s dream. Tell your Momma Scarlett everything. Puh-lease!!! You owe for getting you this job.”

“You still make hand over fist more than me,” I say, but smile at her. “But okay…I do owe you. It’s way better than sweaty old men. They let me work exclusively with women.”

“I knew Nicole would take care of you. She’s a good girl. Now spill.”

“So Nicole told me this woman was tough, but she didn’t tell me how hot she was. She’s hispanic, but like with an interior power suit built in. Curvy hips and big—“ I move my hands over my chest.

“Tits, baby girl,” Scarlett says with a laugh.

“Melons,” I say. “She’s so hot and perfect. She’s toned. I mean she should be gladiator toned with how she kicked my ass. She ran faster and longer than me, lifted more and heavier than me, and pushed me.”

“She pushed you? Baby, you’re ripped.”

“She made me feel like a little girl,” I admit and bite my lip.

“Was that a bad thing?” She asks with a smirk. I shake my head, not meeting her eyes.

“I liked how tough she was, but she never let me hurt myself. She’d stop me before it’d get too much and say something like sit down and have a bottle of water. Then, she’d run seven more miles.”

“Seven?”

I nod.

“She’s like super woman and she’s a criminal lawyer.”

“How old is she?” Scarlett asks.

“Maybe thirty? She has these smokey eyes and brown hair.”

“Oh…I know who you’re talking about,” Scarlett says. “The Steel of the Darkest Dungeon. Catherine, right?”

“What? Yeah. Her name is Catherine.”

“Well, well, well, baby girl. You sure know how to pick ‘em. She’s a domme down at the club.”

“Club?”

“Oh you’re so vanilla. I have so much to teach you before I take you,” she says. She wiggles in her seat. “This is going to be fun. Do you like blindfolds?”

“What?” I say.

“Get a shower and I’m going to get my play things and we’re going to have some fun.”

She shoots up and runs to bed, pulling out a little trunk. I stare after her.

“Em! This is going to be fun. Do you trust me?” She asks me. I stand up with a grimace as all my muscles fight me. “Take a long bath and I promise this will make you feel so much better.” She crosses back to me, nuzzles my nose and squeezes me close against her soft body. I close my eyes feeling so safe and nod.

“Okay,” I say.