"Want me to get my pneumatic gauntlet? I keep it tucked in my bra for occasions just like this." Veronica asked with a raised eyebrow, leaning over the desk to look into Jackie's cool, blue eyes that were very much frowning at that point. They lightened up just enough for Veronica to know the night was still salvageable. Luckily for the courier, Veronica was an expert in salvage. She slipped off her heels and crawled beneath the desk, ignoring the questions of what the hell she was doing until she got the chance to show it. She tugged down Jackie's pants and panties along with them, licking her lips at the sight of her luscious prize.
Jackie was about to punish Veronica with a kick when she felt a pair of eager lips on the soft heat of her sex. "Goddamn..." She groaned out through gritted teeth as her eyes rolled up to the bland ceiling and she clutched at a handful of Veronica's hair. She'd forgotten all about the dancers she'd been watching, with their gyrating oiled up flesh and flimsy outfits that barely covered their bodies, but the tonguing of her tamed scribe brought it all back to her in just a few glorious moments.
Then the door slammed open and the boots of a rough-talking ex-caraveneer stomped on the soft carpet. "Thought I saw you come in here." Cass greeted with a tip of her head as she closed the door behind her, not noticing the suddenly wide eyes of the courier as she panicked about what to do next. "I've been enjoying a few drinks at the bar, kicking back a few bottles, y'know..." Cass said, a slightly drunken smile on her lips as she saw the thin layer of sweat that was beginning to cover Jackie's skin, and the color draining from her already fair cheeks. "Damn, Jackie, you look flushed. The business life already gettin' to ya?"
A deep breath entered Jackie's lungs as she tried to collect herself. So far, her and Veronica's special circumstances had managed to be hidden from their closest friends by a combination of lies and high-necked outfit. Nobody had commented yet, on the debut night of Veronica's collar in public and the re-opening of the casino, but it seemed like it was about to be put to the test. She folded her fingers together and placed her chin on them, leaning over slightly to smile at Cass. "You could say that." She answered, struggling to keep her voice steady as Veronica softly nibbled at her clitoris. "What's up?"
"I wanted to talk to you about somethin'." Cass shrugged, taking off her hat and placing it next Jackie's jacket on the back of the door. This was going to take a while, she could tell, and wondered just how long she could hold out. Five minutes, ten or maybe not even one. The cowgirl took a seat on the chair opposite Jackie's desk and took a sniff of the air. "Urgh, my breath smells like whiskey... Anyway, I heard that you've been looking for caravan deals, and since the Crimson Caravan has been sent limping back to California, I wondered what you'd think of...y'know, letting me take care of some deals for you? I've got some 'friends' back there who might be interested in getting back in the game."
I'm A Mistress Now 3/4
Jackie was about to punish Veronica with a kick when she felt a pair of eager lips on the soft heat of her sex. "Goddamn..." She groaned out through gritted teeth as her eyes rolled up to the bland ceiling and she clutched at a handful of Veronica's hair. She'd forgotten all about the dancers she'd been watching, with their gyrating oiled up flesh and flimsy outfits that barely covered their bodies, but the tonguing of her tamed scribe brought it all back to her in just a few glorious moments.
Then the door slammed open and the boots of a rough-talking ex-caraveneer stomped on the soft carpet. "Thought I saw you come in here." Cass greeted with a tip of her head as she closed the door behind her, not noticing the suddenly wide eyes of the courier as she panicked about what to do next. "I've been enjoying a few drinks at the bar, kicking back a few bottles, y'know..." Cass said, a slightly drunken smile on her lips as she saw the thin layer of sweat that was beginning to cover Jackie's skin, and the color draining from her already fair cheeks. "Damn, Jackie, you look flushed. The business life already gettin' to ya?"
A deep breath entered Jackie's lungs as she tried to collect herself. So far, her and Veronica's special circumstances had managed to be hidden from their closest friends by a combination of lies and high-necked outfit. Nobody had commented yet, on the debut night of Veronica's collar in public and the re-opening of the casino, but it seemed like it was about to be put to the test. She folded her fingers together and placed her chin on them, leaning over slightly to smile at Cass. "You could say that." She answered, struggling to keep her voice steady as Veronica softly nibbled at her clitoris. "What's up?"
"I wanted to talk to you about somethin'." Cass shrugged, taking off her hat and placing it next Jackie's jacket on the back of the door. This was going to take a while, she could tell, and wondered just how long she could hold out. Five minutes, ten or maybe not even one. The cowgirl took a seat on the chair opposite Jackie's desk and took a sniff of the air. "Urgh, my breath smells like whiskey... Anyway, I heard that you've been looking for caravan deals, and since the Crimson Caravan has been sent limping back to California, I wondered what you'd think of...y'know, letting me take care of some deals for you? I've got some 'friends' back there who might be interested in getting back in the game."