Aphrodite's Chosen Ch. 03

"How?"

"We wait for him to come home," said Kalisha. "So pretty much, we just have to pass the time." Kalisha kissed Cindy again. "Got any ideas?"

Cindy took hold of one of the straps of the chemise, and pulled it to the side, revealing a breast. "Yes, Mistress" she breathed.

Mistress? Well, if it makes it more fun for Cindy.

Cindy slid off the couch, kneeling on the floor. "May I pleasure you with my tongue?"

Kalisha smiled. "You most certainly may. But maybe we should move to the bedroom-- because I'd like to taste you, too."

Cindy smiled. She got to her feet, her behind swaying as she led the way.

***

Steve Wilcox was not happy when he pulled into the driveway. The sight of the Lexus cheered him up a little. He had told his wife not to sneak out, but she often did anyway. Usually, he enjoyed beating her for it, but this time he had every intention of using his belt on her whether she had done something or not, and he didn't want to have to wait for her to get home. Beating Cindy was good stress relief. Once her skin was nice and red he'd fuck her in the ass, and then make her give him a blow job. Then she could dance for him. The thought of her dancing brought him full circle to thinking about Kalisha, which made him angry all over again.

He opened the door.

"Slave! Get me a drink."

There was no answer. He frowned. She must be asleep. He rolled the idea of violently waking her up over in his mind while he poured himself a scotch and soda. He took his belt off and walked to the bedroom.

He blinked when he saw Kalisha, dressed in a business suit standing there, while his wife, naked except for a black collar with a dangling silver O-ring, knelt at her feet. Their eyes held an unmistakable challenge.

"What the fuck?"

***

Kalisha grinned. "There's been a change in plans, you see. I've decided I'd rather blackmail you than have you blackmail me. And Cindy-- well, I have all the evidence I need against her, so for her it's just a choice of who to be blackmailed by. And you've made your choice, haven't you, pet?" She patted Cindy on the top of the head. She never envisioned herself as a dominatrix, but she had to make the act convincing.

"Yes, Mistress," replied Cindy meekly. She tilted her head up to kiss Kalisha's palm.

Wilcox just stared for a long time. Finally, he spoke, his words slow. "I see. And what do you plan to do?"

"I intend to walk out of this house, and take your Lexus -- your wife's Lexus, now, and take your wife -- my slave, now -- and take them both to my little apartment. Then I'm going to hand the L. Ron Crossing account to Mr. Thoms, and tell him what's wrong with it -- without actually implicating you, or your wife, because I can always do that later, and I like the idea of having a boss who will give me free time whenever I want it. Free time I can use to go home and enjoy your wife's lovely tongue. Of course, if you say anything to cost me my job, well, that would be a different matter."

Wilcox frowned. "You don't have anything on me. My name has never been on any of those accounts."

Kalisha sighed. "No, I don't. But Cindy here knows all about some of your deals, and she can talk, and talk, and talk. There won't be any reason for her not to, once I point out who cooked the books in the first place. She might even get a lighter sentence for it. I don't think you can afford for that to happen."

"You'd be fired."

Kalisha looked at him incredulously. "So fucking what?"

Wilcox blinked. "You can't make nearly enough stripping."

"It's not about money, Stevie. That's what you don't get. It's about sex. It's all about sex. I'm just doing what gets me the best sex. Get it, now?"

Wilcox put his belt down. Kalisha walked briskly past him. Cindy crawled after Kalisha. She got to her feet when she realized she'd never keep up that way.

Wilcox grabbed Cindy's arm as she passed. She shook it off, leaving him standing there alone with his drink.

The sound of shattering glass followed them out to the car.

"When we get to my place, I'll go in and get some clothes for you," Kalisha told Cindy.

***

A few days later, Cindy was sitting with Kalisha and Wendy at the rooftop cafe a few blocks from Kalisha's apartment. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Cindy sipped a margarita and fidgeted in her chair. "It feels strange," she said.

"What's strange?" asked Wendy.

"Wearing panties," said Cindy.

"You mean he didn't let you wear panties? Ever?"

Cindy shook her head. "This is the first time in two years. He didn't even let me own any. No skirts below mid thigh, no pants, no panties."

"Welcome to freedom," said Wendy.

Cindy looked over at Kalisha. There was an uncomfortable silence, which Cindy broke. "I'm only wearing them because my Mistress bought them for me."

Kalisha had tried to tell Cindy she was free, but Cindy had other ideas. Kalisha shook her head in amusement. "And if I told you to take them off?"

"I'd do it instantly," Cindy said proudly.

"I'm not sure I like this," said Kalisha, frowning.

Cindy laughed. "I'm not sure you have a choice. I mean, if you don't keep me, then Steve is going to find out, and then he's going to wonder if it's all an act, and then he'll wonder if you really have the sort of control over me that would make me incriminate myself to rat on him. Your whole scheme would fall apart."

Wendy laughed.

"Are you blackmailing me?" asked Kalisha.

Cindy looked aside. "Blackmail," she said softly, "is such an ugly term. Mistress."

"I think you should make her dance at the club," said Wendy to Kalisha. "Since you're so in control and everything."

"I would, if my Mistress commanded me to," Cindy said.

Kalisha frowned, but she could tell the idea turned Cindy on. "Fine. I'll make you do whatever you want to do." She laughed and took a sip from her own Margarita. "When we're done here, we should go back to my place. And no panties, or any other clothing, will be allowed."

"I'm in, 'Mistress Kali,'" said Wendy with a mocking giggle.

"As my Mistress commands," said Cindy. "Not even a collar?"

"Especially not a collar," Kalisha said firmly.