"What the fuck?!?" An incredulous exclamation came from my girlfriend's lips.
Crystal was pissed as I finished explaining what the janitor told me, and her expression was twisted in anger. "My first thought is to rip that person's throat out and feed it to them. Do you have the Camera on you still? I can ask Samantha to help out since she is one of the people who will join me in ripping their throat out."
I nodded, "Yes, I do still have it," I told her, "I mean, I have just gotten it today, and I made sure to keep track of my bag today. Although I was exhausted after practice," I finished, and Crystal nodded.
"While you are working, I will look into it with Samantha if you don't mind." Crystal replied, and I looked at her, and I nodded again, "Sure, that shouldn't be an issue." Then I remembered something, "Oh yeah, I think I need to make a call quickly; hopefully, she isn't out of the office!" I exclaimed, and I pulled out my phone and looked up the phone number.
It didn't take me long, and I put in the call. Crystal looked at me, confused, as I let the phone ring in my ear. A woman didn't take long to pick up on the other end.
"Hello, this is Lacy's law. How can I help you today?" A woman said over the phone.
"Hello, My name is Angela Brown, and I was hoping to make a meeting with Lacy for a consult and maybe hire her as my lawyer on Friday. I only have after four o'clock available. Do you happen to have an appointment available for then?" I asked politely.
"Give me a couple of seconds and," The woman paused for a moment and finally replied after a minute. "Looking here, we just had a cancelation for four-thirty. This is just before we go home for the night, so the meeting might be cut short. It is good for getting to know Lacy and maybe a consultation. Does that time work for you?" The woman finished.
"Yes, that does work for me. Can you please set up a meeting for four-thirty on Friday for the consult? Also, in case things go well, I will need a follow-up meeting. Do you happen to work weekends for something longer?" I asked.
"Lacy prefers to have a couple of days after a consult so that she can give you the best information. We do work Saturdays sometimes but only for certain reasons and with established clients. Does Tuesday next week work for you?" The woman asked.
"Unfortunately, I will never be available Tuesdays at any time until winter time this year. Wednesdays do not work for me either. In fact, Mondays and Thursdays cannot work for me either. I have plans, and they are full as I am also a full-time student. I cannot do Monday to Friday during the day. So I need a weekend or more time on Fridays to make a longer appointment." I told her my tone was polite, and I saw in the corner of my eye that Crystal was looking surprised at me.
"Hmm, Give me a minute so I can call Lacy and see," The woman said, "Please Hold."
With that, some soft music played, and we finished driving up to my work. I sat back and waited for a minute before getting out. Crystal joined me, and we headed toward my workplace. It felt so weird thinking about it that way, and Crystal waved at Howard as we entered. He looked down at me, and I frowned as I thought I might have offended him last week. I would need to take some time and talk with both the guys to try and smooth things over.
"Hello?" I suddenly heard before the soft music stopped playing.
"Yes, I am still here," I replied.
"Lacy wishes to speak with you. I will patch you over as she finished her meeting early, just before you called." She finished.
That sounded suspect, and I knew if I was in the office, it was more like the customer she was with said go ahead while I go to the washroom or something. "Hello, am I speaking with Angela Brown?" I heard a new woman's voice. Her voice was odd, like it was soothing, and I didn't understand how so.
I was walking up the first set of stairs as I replied, "Yes, this is Angela Brown." looking around, I saw nobody, so I continued, "I am calling in regards to looking for some help with some money issues that I have been having. As I am eighteen and just came into a large sum of cash that will come in regularly, I am looking for a Lawyer to help me with taxes and various investments of my cash flow. At this point, I am looking up general advice and noticed that you are a legal Fiduciary."
"Interesting," The woman said, "Well, how much money are we talking and is it legal?"
"I believe it is legal, but it does come from interesting sources. I am unsure of the laws and the tax laws regarding the services I provide, and I would love to review them in person. Unfortunately, as I am still a student, I cannot leave classes early, or I would risk losing my grades. I can tell you that if I find you are a good fit for me, you may be dealing with an increasing amount of cash." I told her, and I could hear the woman humming on the other side of the phone.
I reached the third floor as she hummed, and I looked at Crystal, "Minx," I said the word loaded, and Crystal nodded. I turned my back and rested against the wall. "Excuse me, Lacy, correct?" I asked.
"Yes, I am Lacy." the soothing voice replied.
"I am just about to work, and I cannot miss it today or ever. My clients are too important, and so I need to be going very soon to get ready. I need you to give me an answer if you are interested in being my lawyer or not." I told her bluntly.
"I am still looking for clients, so I see no reason to reject you. You also have a good reason to need me to stay a little late. Although I am not a fan of staying late, I will see you Friday, and we can go over more information until we finish. I will see you then, Angela Brown. I think your conversation will be very interesting. Oh, one question before you go. What type of cash flow are you talking about so I can think about some investments that might work for you." Lacy finished.
I thought about it for a minute and opened the door to the changing rooms. I would have to tell her on Friday, and it made sense to make the most of the contract. Then I thought about the funds I wanted to work with on that, which was fifty thousand every week for my little Star. My thoughts hiccuped as I reached the showers, and I decided to reply. "Let's say a bit over fifty thousand a week. Maybe less, maybe more." I replied.
"Are you a drug dealer?" Lucy asked.
"No, My income is legal, but I will need to set up a business for me to be paid properly from one of my sources," I replied.
Silence reigned for a couple of moments before I heard her chuckle, "Okay, You have my interest, Angela. What do you do that brings in that kind of cash? I cannot wait now for Friday. I know you don't have time right now, so I will have you scheduled for Friday at four-thirty in the afternoon. I will see you then. Good night," Lucy finished.
"See you then, Have a good night as well," I replied, and I hung up the phone with a sigh of relief. I moved toward my changing room and put down my bag. I pulled out my shampoo and soap before I stripped. I didn't have much time and needed to clean up. I tossed my workout outfit behind me and heard my phone buzz. I ignored it and moved towards the showers heading down the hall with only a towel over my shoulder.
The dressing area seemed quiet, and I quickly reached the showers, naked but still glistening with sweat rapidly drying on me. I opened a stall and showered quickly, taking some time to wash my hair. I moved with purpose and didn't waste any movement before I got out and began to dry myself off. I only had one towel, though, and I would have to leave my hair wet. I finished drying my body and put my hair in the towel to help it dry a little.
Today I would wear the leather outfit as I didn't have time to put on the latex and still talk to Samantha. I walked back down the hallway towards my changing room when I noticed a tall woman with long black hair. She was dressed in a black punk rock t-shirt with a skull on the front. Her breasts were on the larger side of C cup if I took a guess, and she wore black studded jeans as I came up to her.
"Oh, You must be Mistress Futanari," The woman said as I approached her and turned to look at her.
"Yup," I replied, knowing my cock was all she needed to see to come up with that assumption. "And you are?" I asked as I passed by her walking down the hallway.
The woman walked beside me, her height just half a head shorter than me, "I am Mistress Grave. I fulfill what I like to call the Goth mistress to need here. I wanted to thank you for joining, to be honest. I have gotten much more work since you came," Mistress Grave said.
"I heard about that," I replied as I got to my changing room and headed inside.
"Yeah, although it sucks to know I am not the first pick right now, I have been enjoying some Pegging a lot lately," Mistress Grave started to chuckle, "Looking at your equipment, though, I think some of the clients I have had recently are in for a rude awakening when they meet up with you."
Mistress Grave was looking at my flaccid cock as I began to put on my leather outfit, and I could not help but chuckle in reply. "My sissy no longer has issues, but I can always make more little sluts for my cock." I said without thought, and I heard her chuckle.
"I think some of them will take exception to those words, but I don't disagree. I love pegging, and it has been a forte of mine for years; now, it is starting to get popular among some new clients. I don't mind, and neither does my girlfriend. She loves how good I can work a strap-on." Mistress Grave continued, "I think I have gotten so good to the point that it may as well be a cock if not for the texture."
I turned to her, and I couldn't help but reply, "Well, I could show you a trick or two of using a cock in a pussy if you want."
Mistress Grave laughed, "Honestly, I am happily in a relationship with my sub at home. Outside of work, I don't play around; otherwise, I would be tempted, Mistress Futanari." Mistress Grave said after laughing a little, "Still, I think I need to be going as I am a little tired. I worked with four clients today, and my feet are tired from the heels. I just wanted to thank you for all the business you sent my way just by being here."
"And unavailable," I finished, surprising Mistress Grave. "No shade, honestly," I continued when I saw her looking a little offended, "I am too busy to be here right now these days barely, and I have only had one client, but I already love this work, so I am happier just being here. I have something fun planned for me today, so I need to finish getting ready and talk to Samantha."
"See you later then, Mistress Futanari," Mistress Grave said, "I will talk to you later." Without waiting for me to reply, she headed out of my dressing room. I watched her go for a moment before I got back to getting dressed.
It took a minute or two, but soon I was done, and I slipped on the cursed high heels. I needed to practice more in these, but I also noticed I wasn't nearly as unstable on them as I used to be when I first wore them. I frowned, wondering if I should be happy or sad about that fact, as I finished the outfit with the long leather gloves.
I looked in the mirror and loved the woman I saw on the other side of the glass. The only thing out of place was the towel, and I took it off and let my naturally straight hair flow down my back. I loved looking like this. The dominant way I looked in the mirror was something I was finding I wished I could look like constantly. Never looking submissive like I used to force myself to look like. When I looked in the mirror at this moment, I was me. The woman that I looked at was me in my truest sense it felt like. I was a Dominant woman that everyone listened to the first time I said something.
I smiled in the mirror and put on a little bit of make-up to complete my look. I didn't need much make-up, nor did I feel like it added much. But the look I had now was complete, and I left the changing room, grabbing my bag. Luckily I left my weights in Crystal's car, so it didn't mess with my center of balance while wearing heels. I moved with purpose yet still carefully till I reached Samantha's office. I knocked before opening the door to see Samantha turning to look at me.
Crystal looked serious, and Samantha looked serious as I entered. "Good evening, Mistress Futanari," Samantha said, and I closed the door.
"What is up?" I asked.
"I heard about the restaurant incident," Samantha said, "Don't make it an issue again. I know the owner, and he knows Paul and Becky. Don't do it again; Luckily, the waitress didn't squeal. She accepted the tip and kept her mouth shut. Now, onto more pressing matters. First, let me see the Camera, then we will talk about the twins. Also, on another note, Sophia would like to see you again. She would love to book a Thursday meet-up if you have extra time."
I looked surprised, but I shrugged, "I have a game on Thursday, so I am unsure of when I can leave school," I replied, "As for the restaurant thing, that was my mistake, and it won't happen again."I took off my bag, leaving it on the couch, and I reached in, pulling out a Camera. "This is the Camera the custodian showed me. Said he found it in the room that I frequently train some of my side pieces at school."
"Which Janitor and what is his name? I want to look into him just in case it was actually him and to see how trustworthy he is." Samantha said.
For a moment, I felt like rebelling against the order, but I wouldn't mind having an answer to that myself. "Nelson, I Don't know the last name, but he doesn't sketch me out," I replied.
"Good," Samantha said and took out a piece of paper and a pen. "Honestly," Samantha said as she wrote down the name. "You have brought a ton of money into my and the other Mistresses hands just this last week. So I forgive you, but I think you need to calm down about how many problems you are bringing me, please. I can only handle so much, and the scheduling and interest I have coming in are a little overwhelming."
"I will try not to make more waves, but I also will not promise anything." I replied, "Now, about these twins?" I asked, and my curiosity got to me.
"Ah, the Fraternal Twin sisters. They are interesting siblings, to say the least. I am unsure if they do anything together by themselves, but the two love to sub together. I believe they are switches, but again," Samantha shrugged, "The nature of what I commission doesn't really allow for them to be anything other than subs in my place of business." Samantha chuckled, "Tonight, I have you in a different room on the first floor. I will show you the room as the Twins should be here soon, if not already here, waiting in their car. Howard probably knows, but that is beside the point. These two do not mind pain. In fact, you need to be careful not to go too far on both of them, as they will egg each other on to continue. So you need to pay attention to it since it could risk their health."
I nodded, thinking about that, "I wouldn't mind doing some more pain play today. I could let loose some frustrations on them both." I said with a grin that made Crystal look at me with lust in her eyes.
"Well, You do what you want to them as long as they don't red light. They are also interested in your cock too. If you want to, that is your business, and I have condoms in the room ready for you at the night table if you wish to do so. I also took the time to get their favorite condoms in size for you. Ribbed so that they stimulate the folds harder. Anyways, let me tell you a little more about the twins so their personalities do not blindside you." Samantha paused and took a deep breath. "Do you know what a Brat is?" Samantha asked.
"Nope," I replied, "Still new to this all, so I am sure that it is a term that you think I need to know."
Crystal chuckled, adding herself into the conversation. "A brat is a submissive that is a little special. They like to make trouble and are easily distracted and hyperactive. They will sometimes do things and annoy you just to watch the reaction. They love messing with their dominants just to get them to react." Crystal told me, and I turned to Samantha, and she nodded gravely.
"September, and yes, that is her name, Is a brat." Samantha said seriously, "She has black hair, and the other sister June is much calmer. She is the blue-haired girl that you will see. She is a punk-type girl, and I am not sure which you should watch out more for between the two. June is the one that thinks more but when it comes to being a bottom is much more Masochistic. You will see, and I don't want to ruin it for you. I just want you to be prepared that you have your work cut out for you. They will disobey, and you can get mad at them if you wish. I think they want you to be mad and punish them for it. That is why I am lending you a room with punishment in mind. Okay?"
Samantha finished, and I listened to her explanation to completion. I was a little more excited to play with them as it was going to be fun to put them in place. Knowing that they might fight back was something of a thrill as the current playmates I had in life tended to fall in line.
Tracy needed to be coerced, and Jake needed a stern talking here and there, but neither would outright disobey for no reason. It thrilled me, and I hoped that tonight would be fun. "June and September sound like they will be fun," I commented, and Samantha shook her head.
"Looks like you will learn when you meet them. But enjoy yourself, Angela," Samantha said, "I have played with them in the past. They are fun to play with in the end. Challenging, But fun."
Samantha stood, "Now let me show you to your room for the night." Samantha was smiling, and I nodded, following her looking forward to the coming night.
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