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Thursday, June 19, 2008

Austere: part 2 (fiction)

Though the Buddha Diner and Café was less than five minutes from Constance’s house, she gave herself half an hour to get ready. These things are always delicate and presentation is everything.

When she got there, she saw several young men sitting alone in the booths along the walls. She had told him that he and his friend, though she doubted there was a friend at all, should sit in a booth. As she gazed over all the single men in the dim lighting of the place, she heard someone call Mistress, then another voice call Constance over the sound of a waterfall that was coming through the speakers hidden in the high ceiling. A few of the lonely diners turned and watched the striking dark skinned red head as she looked over at the black and white booth with the two young boys in it. She had noticed them when first scanning the room, but they were sitting on the same side, so she had dismissed them as a couple; a very young couple. One of them, a tall Japanese boy with broad features, wearing a soft blue seventies leisure suit and a toothy grin motioned her over. Thinly drawn eyebrow raised, Constance strolled to the booth.

“Mistress Constance, right?” The waver’s eyes were wide with titillation. He wiggled in his chair like he was going to pee his pants.

“Just Constance,” she corrected, “only my subs may call me Mistress.” She sat across from them, “and you’re, Laderris?” The voice didn’t sound right, but he was the more out spoken of the two.

“Nah,” his grin was unstoppable, “I’m Landon. This,” he motioned to the quiet boy with a flip of his wrist, “is Laderris.”

With eyes still on Landon, she smirked, “Landon and Laderris?”

Landon giggled like a seven year old girl in a blender, “yeah, I know, it sounds corny. But hey, I knew three girls named Jenny who were best friends in High School.” He shrugged.

Turning her attention to the quiet dark man (or rather boy, they were both so young!) in the corner, she smiled, “so you must be...” her voice trailed off as she stared into Laderris’s charcoal eyes. His large hands fumbled with, almost knocking over, the drink in front of him. She tilted her head. “How did you...?”

Shaking his then shaggy afro-ed hair, he sputtered, “I swear, when Landon asked me to do this, I had no idea.”

“I mean, there’s nothing wrong with...”

“Oh, I know. It’s just weird, you know?”

“Yeah, especially with what happened last time.”

“Seriously, I was thinking about that when Landon asked...”

“You told him?”

“No, no, no... Oh no!”

“Not that there would be any...”

“Tell me what?” Landon whined. He’d been trying to follow their conversation, a tennis match in fast forward, but it was too confusing. He shook his head, “what the hell? You two know each other?”

Simultaneously, Laderris said yes and Constance said, sort of.

“Yeah, sort of, that’s better,” Laderris nodded, his dusky cheeks flushing slightly. “I mean, she’s on my route. I deliver packages to her all the time, and it’s weird ‘cause I didn’t know what she did until like last Tuesday.”

Constance smirked and rolled her eyes remembering how Mr. S., her irksome second Tuesday of the month gig, had been running around her house in nothing but ankle shackles and a Hello Kitty thong. He wasn’t a small man by any stretch of the imagination, but worse than his size, was his arrogance and his need to be punished for real infractions. The only problem was, to punish him was to reward him. It was quite vexing, but he paid really well and it was only once a month. The doorbell rang and, giggling like a naughty schoolgirl, he opened it - which is strictly forbidden - even beyond running around the house in nothing but a thong. Seeing the bike messenger (he’d probably been hoping for a Jehovah’s Witness or some scouts selling cookies or Mormons), he screamed.

“Yeah,” Laderris laughed, “there was some dude running around naked...”

“Uh-uh,” she grinned, “he had on a thong on.”

“Yeah, well he freaked out when he opened the door. Then you came storming up from the basement in that amazing black vinyl dress, yelling at him to get back in the dungeon and you called him, what was it? Oh yeah, a stupid pussy bitch.”

“That’s ‘cause he is a stupid pussy bitch,” she growled, then smiled, pulling two pens out of the inside pocket of her tuxedo jacket and setting them in the middle of the table.

“Wow. That’s quite the story,” Landon said, looking at Laderris, “and you never told me.”

Laderris shrugged, “It’s only been a week.”

“Huh,” Landon sounded, still looking at his friend. Shaking his head, he looked back at Constance nervously, “so, what do you think?”

“About what?”

“Well, us, I guess.”

“Do you come as a pair?” She asked, grinning.

“No,” the boys intoned in unison, then snickered.

“Would it be cheaper if we did?” Laderris grinned.

“You mean two for the price of one?” Constance asked, enjoying the friendly banter.

“Yessssss!” Landon squealed.

Constance took a moment and looked at the both of them. To them, it was still completely unreal, but she knew the reality of it all. “I’m not a sandwich shop. I charge per person and per hour, not per session.”

Laderris blushed, something he seemed to do a lot and she was beginning to enjoy thoroughly, “I was, umm, kidding.”

“No need to say that. It was a valid question. After we’ve had a few sessions and if I feel so inclined, there is a possibility of deals being worked out.” She steepled her black gloved fingers on the table and leaned her chin on them, “I am a fan of customer loyalty and I like to reward my favorite servants.” Leaning back, she looked at them critically, “but to answer your question, what do I think? Well, I think you both look rather young.”

Landon furrowed his face defiantly, “we’re of age, I swear.”

“No need to swear, just prove it.” The boys looked at each other, then took out their drivers licenses, proving that they were both over twenty; much younger than her normal clientele, but still of age.

Smiling she picked up her black briefcase and put it on the table. As she began to rummage through it, Laderris asked, “How old are you?”

She paused and looked into his onyx stare. Normally, she would have given the line of; it’s impolite to ask a lady and all that. But for some reason, he made her feel the need to share everything with him. “I’m thirty-five,” she said.

“Prove it,” he demanded, not taking his eyes from hers.

She smirked, “if I did that, you’d know my real name.”

“Are you afraid of that?” As his dark eyes dared her gray ones, she felt the rest of the world slip away. There was no friend, no restaurant, no contract to be filled out. She hypnotically removed her wallet from her pocket, her eyes never leaving his, and held it up so he could see the state ID sitting in the little plastic window. He glanced at it, grinned, then captured her gaze once again.

“Your real name IS Constance.” She smiled, putting the wallet away. “Thank you,” he murmured, looking down at the table.

Released from the hold of his eyes, she nodded. Fighting the fluttering in her belly, she began talking in her most business like manner. “Other than needing to know you’re both over eighteen, I can’t say as I’ve come to any opinions as of yet. There’s a bit of business we have to do before I even begin the consultation. Is that all right?” Landon glanced at Laderris nervously and nodded. Laderris raised his head slowly and she looked away. “Good,” she swallowed taking out three packets, one for each boy and one for herself, “let’s begin.”

The contract was standard, beginning with a fill in the blank quiz on their understanding of what BDSM is; if they’re more into the Bondage and Discipline or the Dominance and Submission or the Sadomasochism or any combination of the three and what it all means to them. Since Constance had done this more than a dozen times just within the last year, she already had hers filled out. The beauty of that was that she could observe the boys responding and help with any questions they might have. Landon kept cracking jokes, making it painfully obvious that this might be a bit too intense for him. But Laderris was serious and focused; paying little attention to his friend’s remarks. He read it completely without filling anything in, then flipped back to the first page and began reading it again, slowly, and filling it out.

Licking her lips, Constance snuck a peek at her watch. She had been there for over an hour and a half, far exceeding the time she usually liked to spend on a first consultation, even with two possible clients. “Listen, I have another appointment to get to, so why don’t you take those home and give me a call when you’ve filled it out. That way, each of you can have a private consultation. Don’t worry,” she added, patting a gloved hand on each of their naked ones, “that will be free as well. I only charge for the sessions.”

Laderris smiled and nodded gravely as Landon hopped up and threw his arms around her neck in thanks. As she stood to leave, Laderris slid out of the booth, took her hand gently in his, slid the glove down passed the heel of her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist as he knelt on one knee. Looking up into her opulent eyes, with her hand still in his, he whispered, “I am your servant.”

Several hours later in her kitchen making some stir fry for dinner, she found herself staring dreamily out the window as she stroked her wrist where he kissed her. Snickering at herself, she sighed, “oh Constance, don’t go falling for a client.”

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