"Then you'd just be in for another spanking." Jackie said with a wink and a smack on Veronica's waiting behind, who squealed out loud, but the smile on her face afterwards let Jackie know there wouldn't need to be any more. Their back and forth was something she enjoyed more and more as they got used to their relationship, although they'd begun unsure of just how to handle such things. As she began to pull the outfit on, Veronica stood by her side to apply crimson lipstick to her lips and a stick of pre-war mascara to her eyelashes, until Jackie ended up dressed in her military themed attire, complete with a 1st Recon Beret sitting atop her silky head of hair.
"See?" Veronica asked, linking her arm with one of her Mistress' and resting her head on the shoulder of the jacket. "You look great, and I promised you I wouldn't tell lies." Although she sometimes misbehaved just to get a reaction when she was feeling naughty, Veronica was quite devoted to her role as a submissive lover. Jackie was kind and fair, as she'd shown in many situations on her rise to power in the Mojave, but her justice was swift and merciless. Neither of them had expected it to work so well when they found the many, many dirty magazines about it in the depths of the bedroom safe, but there was something thrilling to Veronica about putting herself under the power of somebody that she knew would never harm or betray her, or treat her unfairly. It was liberating, in its own strange way.
"Yeah, yeah." Jackie rolled her eyes and slipped her arm around the waist of her lover, spinning them round until she was leaning over the scribe, who was hung in the air beneath the courier like a loose flag. Both of them had more than enough strength to support each other, but the motion sent Veronica into a fit of nervous giggles before her mouth was claimed in a passionate kiss of smearing lipstick, which the courier was promptly complained to about, and the scribe was promptly spanked for pointing out.
They descended into Gomorrah, which was flooded with customers for the re-opening under Jackie's rule. Strippers were dancing in their cages suspended above the gambling floor, which was flooded with the sounds of cheering and jeering at won or lost bets, while in the bar music blared and alcoholic beverages were served up under the vigilant gaze of brown striped securitrons wearing trilbies instead of soldier helmets. Jackie introduced herself to a few of the customers, as well as flirting with the receptionist, then watched over the dance floor with Veronica on her lap before retreating into her office.
Jackie groaned as she slipped out of her jacket and hung it on the back of the door, stretching out her arms while Veronica strolled over to the edge of the desk and crossed her legs. "I hate people. They say stupid things." The courier complained loudly to Veronica, who just shook her head and laughed at the melodrama as her mistress slipped behind the desk, starting the terminal with a slap on its side. "Oh, where's the bathroom? Oh, where do I go to order drinks? How do I find the hookers? How is baby formed?" The courier rolled her eyes and leaned back in the comfy chair behind the desk, rubbing her temples with the tips of her fingers.
I'm A Mistress Now 2/4
"See?" Veronica asked, linking her arm with one of her Mistress' and resting her head on the shoulder of the jacket. "You look great, and I promised you I wouldn't tell lies." Although she sometimes misbehaved just to get a reaction when she was feeling naughty, Veronica was quite devoted to her role as a submissive lover. Jackie was kind and fair, as she'd shown in many situations on her rise to power in the Mojave, but her justice was swift and merciless. Neither of them had expected it to work so well when they found the many, many dirty magazines about it in the depths of the bedroom safe, but there was something thrilling to Veronica about putting herself under the power of somebody that she knew would never harm or betray her, or treat her unfairly. It was liberating, in its own strange way.
"Yeah, yeah." Jackie rolled her eyes and slipped her arm around the waist of her lover, spinning them round until she was leaning over the scribe, who was hung in the air beneath the courier like a loose flag. Both of them had more than enough strength to support each other, but the motion sent Veronica into a fit of nervous giggles before her mouth was claimed in a passionate kiss of smearing lipstick, which the courier was promptly complained to about, and the scribe was promptly spanked for pointing out.
They descended into Gomorrah, which was flooded with customers for the re-opening under Jackie's rule. Strippers were dancing in their cages suspended above the gambling floor, which was flooded with the sounds of cheering and jeering at won or lost bets, while in the bar music blared and alcoholic beverages were served up under the vigilant gaze of brown striped securitrons wearing trilbies instead of soldier helmets. Jackie introduced herself to a few of the customers, as well as flirting with the receptionist, then watched over the dance floor with Veronica on her lap before retreating into her office.
Jackie groaned as she slipped out of her jacket and hung it on the back of the door, stretching out her arms while Veronica strolled over to the edge of the desk and crossed her legs. "I hate people. They say stupid things." The courier complained loudly to Veronica, who just shook her head and laughed at the melodrama as her mistress slipped behind the desk, starting the terminal with a slap on its side. "Oh, where's the bathroom? Oh, where do I go to order drinks? How do I find the hookers? How is baby formed?" The courier rolled her eyes and leaned back in the comfy chair behind the desk, rubbing her temples with the tips of her fingers.