PATRIOTS: Oh Tom, what are you doing?
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by
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Connor had been working for hours and hours on audio loops for the same fifteen seconds of film. The scene was of her character’s emotional watershed moment. Over and over, the sound director walked her through the script. He emphasized the need for anguish here and stoicism there. Curses to tears to primal scream, Connor voiced the rage to fear her character lived over and over again.
“FUCK THIS!” Connor shouted in time with her mouth movement on the screen before her. “I’m done pretending.” Her voice cracked and only a whisper was produced.
“Aaannnd, we’re done!” Announced the sound director. “Thank you, Connor. Gang, could we get a round of applause for today’s torture victim?”
The gathered technicians broke into claps and cat calls as Connor excited the recording booth. One of them tossed her a hot, moist towel which she gratefully scrubbed over her weary face.
“Would you like us to call your car, Connor?” A voice asked softly from near her shoulder.
Another woman answered before Connor could, “She’s coming with me. And, I mean right now!”
Connor dropped the towel and looked up. The technicians seemed instinctively to move out of the way to give her clear view of the woman at the doorway. Connor’s lover stood just outside the halo of stage lights in a black silken gown which clung high near her breast and lower near her hips but never seemed to capture the energy pulsating beneath the fine material.
“I’m going,” Connor licked her dry lips in a fruitless attempted to moisten them, “with her.”
She raced up the steps to Sammi. Pausing, Connor leaned in for a kiss. It was soft and warm and brief. Her lover pulled back and smirked before capturing Connor’s wrist.
“Come!” It was a harshly spoken command followed by a sharp tug.
Connor obeyed. The couple moved down the hall in matching strides. Connor moved quickly as she was dragged along still remaining a step behind all the way. Sammi shouldered into an unmarked room on the left and drew Connor in after her. The door closed with a shuddering sigh and a click of the lock.
“Strip,” the word was spoken like an edict.
Connor pulled off her sweat stained clothes. She eagerly kicked off the sneakers trapping her feet. Turning her nakedness toward Sammi, Connor felt a shiver of excitement race through her body. Before she could speak, Sammi walked over to the open doored closet and pulled out a leather shirt. She crossed back to Connor and began to dress the stunned actress.
“What…?”
Sammi put a finger to Connor’s lips and hushed any further questions. Connor felt her body manipulated and moved. Soon her back was against the wall and her chest was laced into a leather vest.
Sammi stepped back without a word. She smiled and then went back to the closet. There was a bit of rustling bags before the woman returned to Connor’s side.
“Do I have your permission?”
Connor’s head was swimming, “Permission?”
“May I touch you, intimately?” Sammi’s voice seemed so innocent.
Connor tried to swallow back her lust as she relaxed against the wall behind her, “Yes, please do.”
Sammi dropped to her knees and her hands caressed Connor’s hips, thighs, ass before the straps were secured. Connor shivered but did not resist as Sammi shoved the spit lubed nubby end of a strap on dildo against her. The clicks and pulls of leather convinced Connor the toy was well secured.
“Master, lift your right foot.”
Connor groaned more at the words uttered than by the sensuous voice directing but managed to comply with the request. Leather, soft and warm, traveled up her leg.
“Master, lift your left foot.”
Again Connor did as instructed. She was rewarded with the feel of leather encasing her left leg as well. With a few more twists and pulls the low riders were up over her ass but still open in the front to accommodate her strap on.
“What do you think your doing?” Connor husked as Sammi stood and brushed her lips against Connor throat.
“I’m dressing my owner for dinner out,” Sammi drew back and breathed in Connor’s ear. “And, later,” Sammi took hold of Connor’s cock and shoved it into the tight leather pants, “my Master can fuck my ass until the sun comes up.” The sound of zippering and button fastening followed.
“Oh,” Connor gasped as an orgasm took her by surprise.
Within twenty minutes, Connor sat across from Sammi at an exclusive Hollywood restaurant. Connor was very aware that she smelled. Her sweaty body had clung to her leathers and they dried together. Her sweat soaked hair had frizzed into a puffed mess. The combined effect was a musky odor more associated with a barn than a posh eatery.
“I wish you’d have let me take a shower before we came here,” Connor mumbled as she sunk back into her seat.
Sammi grinned, “I like the way you smell. Especially, when you’re on top and I’m ‘enduring’ your undivided attention.”
Connor grinned and blushed.
“Pardon, but who is having the Meat of the Beast?” A small waitress approached the table and asked politely.
Sammi smiled broadly as she answered, “My butch lover is having the beef; fresh and bloody, if you would be so kind.” Connor’s blush deepened with her silence. “I’m having the vegetable stew to keep my strength up.”
“Very good, ma’am,” the waitress replied before placing the plates before the appropriate guest. The young woman hurried off without another word.
“Great scare ‘em off before I get my ketchup,” Connor’s grumble was cut short when a crystal jar of red stuff plopped next to her dish.
The main server cleared his throat and asked, “Will there be any other requests I can assist you with tonight?”
Connor was completely embarrassed and hung her head.
Sammi answered the man, “Edmund, everything is just as I wanted. Please, just be sure our ride is ready to leave at 11:11 sharp. That will be all we need tonight.”
“As you say, Ms. Gregory. I will return to your table at 11:11 to escort you to your vehicle. Should you need my attention sooner then please have one of the wait staff summon me.”
Sammi grinned and winked, “No question there, Edmund. Now, go see to the rest of your clients.”
Connor had already stuffed her mouth with what had to be the most tender cut of meat she ever tasted. It almost melted on her tongue. Her eyes closed as she savored the food.
“Careful baby, you’re making me horny just watching you eat,” Sammi purred.
“Well, you better calm down because I ain’t leaving until I finish every last bite of this.” Connor frowned slightly as she added, “And, if it’s not steak then don’t tell me until tomorrow.”
“Of course it’s steak. What else would it be?”
Connor shrugged as she spoke around another piece of succulent meat, “I don’t know, buffalo or walrus or something weird. Everything in this town is kind of weird.”
Sammi sobered a bit, “Remember Sweetheart, you’re in this town now too.”
“Don’t you think I worry about that everyday,” Connor winked. “I have to keep constant guard against the Cult of Weirdness.”
Sammi stopped eating and stared silently at Connor.
“What?” Connor questioned the seriousness expression around a mouthful of beef.
Sammi reached for her purse hanging on the back of the chair. She fumbled with the contents. Finally, she pulled free a sleek black box. Leaning across the table, displaying ample cleavage, Sammi offered the item out to Connor.
“I hope fear of joining the Cult of Weirdness won’t prevent you from accepting this from me.”
Connor set her silverware down. She dried her palms on her pants before taking the gift. Her heart was pounding so hard, she wondered if nearby diners could hear it. She tried to calm herself with a deep breath as she carefully opened the box.
“My God,” she breathed.
Beneath the expensive French crest were two words: I, Spartacus. The simplicity of the larger link, white gold chain design was completely muted by dazzling shimmer of inlaid diamond chips. At the end, near the clasp, was a key on a short chain. Connor could barely tear her eyes away from the brilliant necklace.
“It’s beautiful,” Connor spoke as she looked up.
Sammi’s worried expression softened. “I was afraid you might not like it. I know you don’t really care for jewelry but…well, I thought…you know, it could be a kind of symbol of …us.”
Connor thought she might cry. Sammi was trying to make a real commitment. And, Connor hadn’t pushed her to do so. Sammi seemed to think of it all on her own.
“I love it. I love you,” Connor said. Then with a grin she added, “I’d be happy to wear your chains.”
Sammi smiled as she stood. She took the box from Connor’s hand and removed the chain. Stepping behind Connor’s chair, she placed the necklace around Connor’s throat and fastened the clasp.
“What’s the key for?” Connor asked as Sammi leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“Oh, you’ll find that out at 11:29 pm.”
Connor’s back was against the elevator wall with Sammi’s hands stuffed into the back pockets of her leather low riders. Connor was dry humping against Sammi’s thigh but her climax was halted with a singular plea.
“Wait for me.”
“You’re killing me,” Connor groaned.
Sammi snorted a laugh, “Not yet but soon.”
The elevator door slid open.
Sammi disentangled herself from Connor and motioned for the frustrated woman to follow her. They were within steps of the suite’s door when a terrible thought crossed Connor’s mind.
“Joyce?”
Sammi grinned, “In Vegas. I sent Joyce and Benjy on Ratt’s private plane to Vegas, tickets to Cirque du Soleil at Bellagio, and…,”
“No way, Joyce will know something’s up and never stay away,” Connor was sure Joyce would never accept travel over gossip; even free travel.
“And,” Sammi stated a bit more forcefully as she opened the door to the darkened hotel room, “an unlimited meal allowance.”
Connor allowed herself to be tugged into the darkness, “She’d probably go for free food.”
Sammi didn’t answer. She kept them moving until they were out on the balcony. They stood twenty stories high above a sprawling Los Angeles. Even from this distance, the sirens of the city’s life’s non-stop emergencies echoed. Connor stood by the sliding door wondering why it seemed so much grimmer here than the wailing of emergency response in New York.
Sammi lit several candles before walking over to the railing. She latched two pairs of handcuffs at doubled arm’s length to the metal pipes mounted onto the waist high concrete wall. She turned back to Connor and caught the woman’s attention with a cough. Without a word uttered, Sammi untied her gown and the dress dropped to the floor. Candle light glittered off an unexpected body part.
“What did you do?” Connor whispered and approached.
Sammi arched her back and pushed her shackled pelvis forward, “It’s a chastity piercing. The key is on your chain.”
Connor stepped forward to let her fingers detail the intricate rings and bars which sealed Sammi’s passion from the world and herself.
“Nobody can free me but you Connor. Nobody owns this but you,” Sammi husked.
Connor lifted her hand to the chain at her neck in response.
“But, not yet. I still have about two weeks of healing before we can use the front door,” Sammi took Connor’s hand in and own and explained.
“What? Two weeks? What are you talking about?” Connor was almost distraught.
Sammi winked, “Easy there, my big strong butch. The back door remains wide open for your pleasure.” Sammi turned her back and extended her arms out to the handcuffs before glancing back over her shoulder. “Come on, Master, chain me to the whipping post and teach me a lesson.”
Connor was moving on lust alone. She grabbed the chains and secured Sammi to the balcony railing. Then she allowed her hands to travel the length of her captive’s body. A squeeze here and a pinch there and a ‘please’ whispered all along the way fueled Connor’s passion. She managed to get her strap on in position and then realized she had no lube.
“Crap, I gotta go get cream,” she lamely intoned.
“Master, please, your pleasure comes first. Spit on it. It’ll be enough. Please, fuck me like a whore.”
Connor swallowed hard, “Never a whore. My lover. My best friend. I’ll never hurt you for my own satisfaction. I love you, Sammi.”
“Then please don’t make me wait any longer for you. Don’t leave me alone now. Please Connor, fuck me!”
Connor closed her eyes, drew her hips back, and obeyed.
