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COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Twenty-nine Embezzler
Treasure stormed into the house followed by Kate, “I am going to go get a shower, Kate call Lloyd, have him come over as soon as he can.”
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Kate said.
“No thank you Kate,” Treasure said. Treasure took the elevator to her bedroom. Margarete stuck her head around the corner, “what is wrong Kate.”
“Treasure had it out with Bill Rafferty over at Delta Chemical. Treasure’s going to fire him I believe.” Kate told Margarete,
“So, we shall see.”
“I had better go see if Treasure needs me for anything,” Margarete said. “Missy Treasure is you ok.” Margarete saw Treasure sitting on the ottoman she was crying, “are you ok?” She said again.”
“I am so mad, I don’t know what to do or say, the nerve of that pompous ass, telling me what I know or don’t know that will be the last time he will ever – he will rue the day – that pompous bombastic ass – we’ll see, I will show him.”
“Missy Treasure, I will start you bath,” Margarete said. Treasure rose took off her clothes leaving them in a trail to the bathroom. Treasure stepped into the tub, sat down in the hot water, “Oh does that feel food,” she said.
“I will leave you to soak for awhile, I will be back,” Margarete said.
“Oh Margarete, please bring me a drink. Some wine would be nice,” Treasure spoke, laying her head back she slipped under the water, and then rose; she sat in the water resting.
“Here is your drink Missy Treasure,” Margarete picked up the Loofa, she began to wash Treasure, and she washed her back.
“I’ll finish up Margarete Treasure said.
“Yes ma’am, I will go, start dinner,” then Margarete thought, “it is rare when Treasure won’t allow me to wash her, she is upset.”
Treasure came down a while later, her hair was wet, but combed; she wore jeans, a shirt, and her tennis shoes.
“I called Lloyd, he said he would be here around eight,” Kate said.
“Good, I want to get this taken care of today.” Treasure said.” I’ll be in the office if you need me.”
“Yes ma’am Margarete said.
Treasure threw her a look, “what’s this yes, ma’am stuff Margarete.”
“I have to finish dinner,” Margarete said, she turned and left.
Treasure turned to look at Kate, “what,” she said.
“Nothing,” Kate said, “I don’t know.”
“You’re being a bitch right now because you’re mad at him, and at yourself, for letting him get away with it.”
Treasure shook her head and went into the office. Kate looked at Margarete and shrugged her shoulders. Margarete fixed Kate another drink. “I hope she calms down soon she’s being such a bitch. I’ve never seen her like this – never.”
“I know what you mean. I agree with her, she’s right in what she told him, if he had talked to me like that I would have broken his nose.”
“Lloyd will be here soon. Then maybe she will calm down,” Margarete said.
“I hope so, otherwise, we will have to get her drunk, so she will pass-out, and we will have some peace and quiet.”
Treasure was in the office going over the kooks for Delta Chemical, Lloyd came in, “Hey there, how are you Treasure,” Lloyd said,
“I’m pissed,” she said.
“What no hello or kiss my ass, just I am pissed.”
“Hello Lloyd, how are you.”
“I am good, Treasure how are you.”
Treasure smiled. “Ok, ok, I won’t shoot the messenger.”
“Now what is the problem that has pissed you off so much?”
“I was at Delta Chem.; we Kate and I are going over the books.” Treasure pushed the recap sheet to Lloyd; the sales are up, 30%. Costs of materials are up 10%, Manufacturing cost are the same; salaries are up 5%, maintenance and capital expense is up by 5%, from all of that profits should be up not down. Moreover, that bastard Rafferty says I don’t know what I am talking about. It’s a cyclic thing and by the end of the month, everything will be great, good profit, etc. etc.”
“I told him there was no way to tell jack crap from these books and I wanted an audit. He said, everything is ok and he will have an audit and explain the economics of the business to me.”
Kate stuck her head in the door. Lloyd called her in, “what do you think Kate.” “Somebody is cooking the books. I would imagine; I wouldn’t know until I do a complete audit. It should take me about a week to complete it.”
“How much do you think might be missing Kate?”
“Between 3 – 4 million I would imagine but I am not sure.”
“Treasure,” Kate, said, “I will have my accountants start the audit.”
”With that, much money it might not be safe for you to be by yourself.”
“If you remember, my accountant, George used to be a cop; he can still carry a gun if he needs to. I will go with George tomorrow to get the audit started, is there anything else I can do for you,” Lloyd said.
“Yeah, Fire that son-of-a-bitch Rafferty!”
“He has what’s left of a 5 year contract, let me check on it.”
“With numbers like those, if they are accurate, I will sell it or close it before it loses another dime.” Treasure said.
Margarete stuck her head in the door, “ma’am dinner is ready, will Mister Lloyd be staying for dinner? “
“Lloyd”
“I have never passed up one of Margarete’s meals; yes, I would love to stay for dinner.” Lloyd said.
“Margarete you have out done yourself again.” Lloyd said.
Margarete served medallions of veal and braised Porto-bella mushrooms in rosemary and rum-butter sauce, a spinach soufflé, Caesar salad, and a surprisingly delightful Mouton Rouge Claret 1987.
Treasure seemed to be in a better mood once dinner was over. Treasure Kate and Lloyd took coffee in the office. Treasure discussed with Lloyd several other matters concerning the business.
“Goodnight Treasure” Lloyd said.
“Goodnight Lloyd,” Treasure kissed his check.
“I will call you as soon as I have anything.”
“Margarete let Lloyd out,”
“Goodnight Mister Lloyd.”
“Goodnight Margarete,” Lloyd said. Lloyd reached around and took Margarete’s firm butt in his hand and squeezed it Margarete pushed herself into Lloyd and cupped his crotch in her hand. “One day soon I am going to have you all for myself.”
Margarete smiled, “You scoundrel,” she kissed him on his cheek and squeezed his crotch gently.
“Come on Peachey let’s go to bed.” Peaches ran ahead of Margarete to her room and waited at the door. Margarete and Peachey after their bedtime routines climbed into bed. “Peachey I hope tomorrow is a better day, then today.” Peachey cat stretched out got comfortable and began to purr. Margarete lay on her side petting Peachey cat and thinking, “One day that Mister Lloyd gonna pat my butt, I’m gonna grab his cock, and I won’t turn him loose until he hollers.”
Peachey was licking Margarete’s nose waking her when the alarm sounded, “Hey Peachey cat,” Margarete got up showered, shaved, and dressed, “Ok let’s go,” she said to Peachey who was sitting on the cabinet watching her, they went to the kitchen, Margarete made coffee, cut up the left over veal medallion, poured some cream in a small saucer. “There you go Peachey,” Kate stepped in the kitchen. “Good morning Kate,” Margarete poured her a cup of coffee.
“Good morning Margarete, how are you this morning?”
“I am good and yourself.”
I’ll see how Missy Treasure is doing, in a minute.” Margarete said, as she poured coffee in the sterling silver coffee service. “I’ll be back shortly,”
Margarete set the tray on the table beside the bed. “Good morning Missy Treasure, rise, and shine.”
“Hmmm, oh, ah morning, Margarete,” Treasure squeaked out as she stretched Margarete poured her a cup of coffee.
“Will Missy Treasure want breakfast this morning?”
“Margarete, a light breakfast will do fine.”
“Yes Missy Treasure.” Margarete returned to the kitchen.
“Well let’s see what we shall have.” Margarete said as she began pulling ingredients from drawers, the refrigerator, some eggs and ham and grits, biscuits. Margarete began to mix the flower and lard.
Kate watched her, “well, what is her mood?”
“She is awake, drinking coffee, she’ll be ok.”
“Thank God, I thought she was going to blow a gasket or something yesterday. She was certainly mad enough; however, you noticed that she did not lose her temper and do something she might have later regretted.”
“He would have never done that to Mister Phillip, he was seeing how far he could push her.”
“Well I think he pushed to far this time.”
“Yes he did,” Treasure said, sitting her cup down.
“Kate let’s get moving on finding a new operation manager for Delta.”
“Yes ma’am,” Kate said, looking first at Treasure then at Margarete.
“Good morning Kate,” Treasure said.
“Your early Missy, I don’t even have the biscuits made yet.”
“I know,” Treasure said, pouring herself another cup of coffee, “I didn’t want to miss the, is Treasure alright chat.”
Margarete and Kate both laughed.
“And yes I am ok, and I am in a very good mood and I will never allow anyone to upset me like that bastard did, period.”
“Well good for you,” Margarete said, “I am proud of you.”
“What is on the agenda for today Kate?”
“Not too much for you, some papers you need to review and sign, other than that not much at all,” Kate said.
“Then if that is all I have to do. Make an appointment for me, I need to get waxed, and have my nails done, and then I will relax in the hot tub until I look like a prune.” Treasure laughed.
“Do you want to go to Maxim’s or Pierre’s, I can get you in Maxims quicker if not this morning.”
“Maxims will be ok,” Treasure said.
“Yes Missy,” Margarete said, she set Treasure’s plate in front of her and then Kate’s plate. Margarete set a plate down for Peachey cat a combination of chopped up over easy egg and some grits with butter and a piece of ham. “There you go you, damned Peachey cat,” she said.
Treasure looked at Margarete, “now you know you love that damned ole Peachey fuzzy cat,” Treasure said, “so stop acting as if you don’t.”
Margarete smiled, “Yeah I do, but I don’t want him to know,” she said, pointing over her shoulder to Peachey. Treasure and Kate both chuckled.
“Missy Treasure 10 O’clock at Maxim’s for Brazilian wax manicure, pedicure and trim.
“Thank you Margarete, I’ll be ready.”
Margarete dropped Treasure off at Maxim’s, and then did some shopping. She picked her up at three in the afternoon.
“I feel wonderful, and so smooth, I am all beautified now.”
Kate met Treasure and Margarete at the door. “You won’t have to worry about Bill Rafferty anymore.” Kate said.
“Why is that,” Treasure asked.
“Lloyd called, it seems our Mister Rafferty has disappeared, he is not at work or home, money is missing, Lloyd says the police have been notified and the accountant will have numbers by the end of the month. Lloyd wants to know if you want to temporarily replace him with George Wilson or Henry Plats, until a new operation manager is hired.”
“Kate, call Lloyd I want to talk to him.”
“Treasure, it’s Lloyd,” Kate said.
“Lloyd, how are you? Find him, and gut him Lloyd you know who to send. Both men are good men talk to Henry first, then George. See, which one wants it, if it survives the audit make it permanent, if not they go back to old positions. I think George would be the better choice because of his Chemical background, but Henry brought Bulwarks’ out of the red into the black in a less than year when steel prices were in the crapper.”
“Lloyd be a dear,” Treasure said. “Stop the ma’am, stuff you make me feel like an old lady,” Treasure chuckled. “Let me know tonight who will go to Delta, Good bye Lloyd.”
“Well that is done, now we will see if we can save it from the dumper.”
“Kate, call, the accountant, and see if he needs help, you go or send your people to help if he needs it.”
“Yes ma’am,” Kate, said, giggling.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Thirty the Warehouse
“Good afternoon Kate,” Treasure said.
Kate looked up over stacks of papers. The office was a beehive of activity. “Tax time, Ugh,” Kate exclaimed. Kate’s two assistants looked up and smiled, then returned to their work. It was tax time and the end of the fiscal year for several of the businesses.
Treasure sat at her desk, reading through a stack of papers. “Oh! Kate,” tomorrow we have the board meeting at the docks.
“That is such a creepy dirty place,”
“It might be a creepy place but,
“I know, I know, the rents and fees from the warehouses’ and the docks; they are the best investment you have. I will be finished with those books this afternoon. Oh, I also called Lloyd, he is picking us up tomorrow at one.”
“Ok,” Treasure said.
Kate and her minions worked on the accounts well into the evening.
“If you three don’t come now to eat, I’ll skin you all alive, especially you Miss Kate.”
“Ok come on ya’ll that Cajun women will do it too,” Kate said. They all laughed.
“Margarete where is Treasure” Kate asked.
“She went off to bed long time ago.”
Kate looked at the clock on the wall. “wow it’s after midnight, let’s eat then finish, we don’t’ have much longer. If you want, take tomorrow off or come in after 1:00.”
“I’ll come in at one.”
“Yeah me too, it isn’t like we have lives or anything like that, we work for.”
“Hey! You two, no grief from either of you, or I will have Margarete skin you.”
“Promises, promises,” they said in unison.
“My loyal assistants, this is the thanks I get, I take them out of a nice office where these two worked nine to five and bring them here to work 2 hours a day, and where they are beaten and abused, and you two have the nerve to complain. I just don’t know what to do with you.”
“Oh! Kate you know we are kidding, who else would let you take advantage of us like we do you.”
Kate just laughed.
Margarete came and sat down, looked at them. “Ya’ll want anything else to eat, it not I am going to bed.”
“No we’re ok. Thank you Margarete.” Kate said.
“Goodnight Margarete.”
“Good night ya’ll, goodnight Missy Kate.”
“Missy Treasure, Mister Lloyd is here.”
“Thank you Margarete, would you tell Kate,”
“Yes Missy.”
“Hello, Lloyd. How are you?”
“I am doing well, thank you, Treasure.”
“Oh here is Kate, are you ready?”
“Yes I am.”
“Then let’s rock and roll,” Lloyd said.
“Lloyd, Kate is going to drive me.”
“That will work out just fine. I have another appointment on that side of town later tonight.
“Ok we will meet you there.”
“Treasure, when are you going to learn to drive?”
“Why should I learn to drive? I have you and Margarete to drive me wherever I need to go, and there are taxi cabs and...”
“Ok, Ok.”
“And you don’t want to me learn either do you,” Treasure said.
“No I don’t!” Kate said.
Kate screeched the car to a halt outside the warehouse door. Treasure pulled the scarf off her head, “it’s the 10th of January, it’s 30 degrees outside, the top is down, and we’re doing 100 miles an hour.” Treasure spluttered.
“We here in one piece and safe and sound.” Kate laughed.
Treasure got out of the car, straightened her dark blue tailored suit, Kate ran her hands through her hair, and straightened her clothes. They were walking in the door when Lloyd pulled up.
Lloyd got out of his 911 Porsche. “What the hell? I left 10 minutes before you did and you beat me here again,”
Treasure and Kate, both laughed.
“Well let’s get to it shall we,” Lloyd said.
The trio walked into the office. The receptionist greeted them, “good afternoon, Ms. Richards, Mister Lloyd, Kate, they’re in the meeting room. This way please.”
The meeting lasted over two hours. Treasure listened to every word; she questioned the manager about the condition of the warehouses and docks. Considering their age, they are in good shape.
“Are we getting the best usage out of the spaces they had.”
“The newer facilities were doing more because they were constructed differently.”
“What would be the ROI they could realize if the old spaces and docks were mechanized? Make me a five and ten year plan, and projected the costs.”
Treasure adjourned the meeting; Lloyd who usually conducted the meetings was very impressed with Treasure.
“I will have the minutes typed and a copy sent to you.”
“Thank you Lloyd,” Treasure said.
“Kate. Drive, me home, and try not to break the sound barrier.”
Kate laughed, “Aye, aye, Captain.” Kate backed out slowly, put the car in drive, and laughed as she stomped the accelerator pedal to the floor, the BMW launched forward, the rear tires spinning, and smoking.
“Oh! Shit,” Treasure yelled.
“Hold on honey, here we go,” Kate just laughed again.
“You bitch,” Treasure screamed.
“You love it, you slut,” Kate said, “and you know it.”
Treasure giggled, Kate whipped the BMW into the alley then the garage bringing it to a squealing stop. “There you are, home safe and sound.” Kate pushed the button, the top closed. Treasure unbuckled her seat belt, “I think I peed on myself,”
“Oh honey your skirt isn’t wet, shall we try again,
“Wooooof,” Treasure cried out, and ran from the garage to the house.
Kate laughed so hard she peed on herself she walked into the kitchen. Treasure was drinking a scotch. She watched Kate walked by; her skirt had a wet pee spot the size of a saucer, right there for everyone to see as plain as the day.
Treasure laughed, “You peed on yourself, serves you right for scaring me. I am going to the hot tub. I need to warm up and relax. Margarete, in a little while, bring me a robe and another drink.”
“Yes Missy Treasure.” Treasure took off her clothes and dropped them on the ground as she walked across the porch to the tub, her clothes lay where they fell.
Margarete shook her head, “that messy Missy, what am I going to do with her?” Treasure stepped into the hot tub, she sat back, relaxed “Oh this is so good.”
“Here is your drink Missy Treasure,” Margarete said.
“Thanks Margarete.”
Margarete picked up Treasure’s clothes. An hour had passed when Treasure climbed out of the hot tub, slipped on her robe, walked to the kitchen. Margarete was preparing dinner. “What are we having tonight Margarete.”
“Blackened redfish stuffed with crab, baked potato, braised acorn squash, and lemon meringue pie.”
“Mmmm, sounds good.”
“Be ready in half an hour Missy.”
“I am going to go shower, I’ll tell Kate dinner is in 30 minutes.”
“Yes Missy.”
Treasure and Kate came down to dinner, they talked about what to do to the docks and warehouses, Kate even suggested an engineer or a planner.
“Missy Treasure, I know it ain’t none of my business, but Mister Phillip done did dat, he don’t do nothing cause something in the ground, some leads and some PC things.”
“You mean PCB’s Margarete,” Kate said.
“Yes ma’am it was PCB’s.”
“Well that is that, we don’t’ do anything, when it begins to lose money, you close it and abandon it, let the city take it for taxes, or try to sell it. Cleaning up the contaminants could be cost prohibited. That is my recommendation,” Kate said.
“Thank you Margarete, thank you,” Treasure said.
“Do you want those five and 10-year plans?”
“No Kate.”
“It might make a hard decision easier.” Kate said.
“Margarete bring us some coffee please.”
“Yes Missy Treasure,”
“We will be in the office.”
“Yes Missy Kate.”
Kate and Treasure worked in the office until eleven o’clock when Margarete asked if they needed her anymore, if not she was going to bed.
Treasure looked at her watch.” I didn’t realize it was this late. “Kate, I am going to bed as well.”
“Goodnight Treasure.”
“Goodnight Kate,”
Treasure thought of the first time she saw the warehouses.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Thirty-one Thomas rejoins the firm
Treasure stepped from the shower, she looked at herself in the mirrors, she turned to the right then the left, “she had to lose four more pounds,” she thought. She exercised every day, now she had to get herself in shape; she had less than two months before she would begin the interviews. At least two dozen prospective Masters and a couple of mistresses had contacted her.
Of the two dozen, she had sent letters of rejection to, more than half of them. She was still checking the rest, a couple had said in their letter of introduction that she would turn over control of all property to them. Those were the first to get her letters of rejection sent through the scribe and recorded. There were two however, that lightly intrigued her. One was a Great Grand Master; the other was a Grand Dame Mistress.
Treasure walked to her bed and sat on the edge. She propped herself up on several pillows and drew her knees up. She pulled the sheet and comforter up around her. “What do I do?” she thought, she was at a crossroads in her life. “Oh I don’t know what to do.” Treasure took a sip of her drink, and she thought about her options. She was even confused about what her options were. She had the responsibilities for all the businesses. Phillip had left her, she found even with all the help from Kate and Lloyd the more she got into the business, the more time it consumed.
Soon she would be interviewed by Masters who would want her time; it was her duty to please the Master.” A woman is nothing without a Master.” She was; raised, trained, schooled, to do just that. She missed having a Master to please, she missed the devotion to him, but most of all she missed not having to make those decisions, like she now made daily about the bank and the other companies. She made decisions that affected 25000 people and money. She would worry about a hundred dollars, now some of her decisions involved tens of millions of dollars that were at stake. Treasure deep down enjoyed the power she felt when she made decisions that made money. She loved the feeling when she would walk into a room and know that those people there to see her, not the other way around. How could she balance this with a Master, how could she please both for the businesses were in a sense a Master and a monster, she had to control the creature and serve the business; to guide it to please it, if you will.
Treasure lay down, “tomorrow I will call Julian and Thomas. Treasure heard Kate in the hallway. “Kate, would you come here please.” Treasure said. Kate stuck her head in the door, “hey what’s up,” Kate said. “Come here,” Treasure, said patting the bed. Kate walked to the bedside. Treasure extended her hand to Kate, “stay with me Kate,” Treasure said softly. Kate leaned over and kissed Treasure, I’ll be right back. Kate headed off to Treasure’s bathroom. Treasure heard the toilet flush, the shower start. Treasure laid on her side propped upon her elbow. Kate emerged from the bathroom drying her hair. Kate walked to the bed, Treasure pulled back the covers; Kate slipped into the bed beside Treasure facing her. “What’s wrong honey, “Kate said. Treasure looked at Kate and pulled her close. Treasure held her, “I am so confused,” Treasure, said, “But more than that, I am horny, I need to relax.” Treasure kissed Kate. Kate said, “Lay back honey, I am here.”
Kate kissed Treasure on her lips, and then her eyes and her ears nibbling the sensitive skin below the lobe. Kate slowly ran her hands sensuously, lightly barely touching her skin. She laid Treasure on her back. Kate’s hands explored every inch of Treasure’s torso. Kate lifted her leg so her knee was on Treasure’s mound. Treasure opened her legs, Kate slowly, tauntingly, teasingly kissed and nipped at Treasure’s neck slowly teasing her breasts, moving in circles from her chest to her nipples. Treasure could feel her rasping tongue, her breath, the subtle nips, and nibbles. Kate was pressing her knee harder into Treasure’s mound. Treasure began to move her hips slowly, to Kate’s kisses and nibbles. Treasure felt Kate’s hairbrush across her nipples, she felt Kate’s breath an instant before Kate sucked her nipple into her mouth and nipped its hardness. Treasure caught her breath, “Oh Treasure groaned.” Treasure raised her hand to caress Kate, Kate took her hand and pinned it under her. She raised her head looked at Treasure, shook her head. Treasure knew that she wasn’t to touch Kate. Kate traced her nails down Treasure’s belly. Treasure reacted; her body undulates under her touch. Kate slowly ran her finger around Treasure lips, her hips rolling to meet Kate’s fingers. Kate teased Treasure, kissing, nibbling, touching biting.
Kate slipped over on top of Treasure, forcing her legs open. Kate laid there feeling the heat of Treasure’s body. Kate began to tease her other breast just as she had done before, Kate reached down, and pulled Treasure’s legs open wider and her knees up, Kate slowly slid lower and lower biting, kissing, nibbling, nipping Treasure’s skin, slowly kneading her breast with her hands tracing a random pattern with her nails on Treasure’s areola and nipples. Treasure squirmed under her weight. Kate moved down kissing her mound; Kate’s chin resting on Treasure’s vulva. Treasure rolled her hips up to greet Kate’s, rasping, licking, and sucking greedy mouth. Kate opened Treasure’s lips exposing her clitoris and urethra. Kate’s tongue flicked her clitoris; Kate pushed her index finger into Treasure’s pussy. Kate found Treasure’s G spot; rubbing it with her finger, stroking it. Kate pushed another finger in Treasure, Treasure’s hips rolled up and down gyrating to a rhythm composed by Kate. Treasure lay moaning, the words too slurred to understand, her head stretched up and back, her hands digging into the sheets her fists straining against the sheets. Treasure arched her back, dug her heels in the bed lifting her butt off the bed. Kate popped Treasure’s mound hard. Treasure let out a muffled cry her body tensed, shook, she collapsed into the bed. Kate slowly kissed and nibbled her way back up Treasure’s body, up to her breast then her neck. Treasure lay panting on the bed, her legs still trembling, her body shaking. Kate kissed Treasure’s mouth, but her hand was still between her legs. Kate squeezed her hand, her finger pressing that sensitive little dime sized spot. Treasure’s body erupted in new waves of spasms; Kate lay on the squirming, gyrating, quivering Treasure. Treasure was gasping for breath; Treasure’s body convulsed a final time and collapsed into a spent exhausted shell. Kate rolled toward the center of the bed pulling Treasure with her. Where Treasure had laid moments before was soaked with the sweat and the scent of pent up energy and sex.
Kate pulled Treasure close to her; she cradled Treasure in her arms and pulled the covers up. Kate and Treasure lay in bliss in the comfort of each other’s arms. Kate snuggled her face into Treasure hair, her body pressed and molded against Treasure’s back. “Relax baby,” Kate said. I am here, you’ll be ok, whatever, is bothering you we will take care of it.” Kate kissed Treasure.
Margarete woke the sleeping girls at six. She had already seen that Kate was with Treasure and poured another cup from the cupboard upstairs. “Good morning girls,” she said, pouring two cups of coffee,” come on now; we have a busy day today, up, up, sleepy heads.” “Oh Margarete let me sleep,” Treasure said. “Come on up again at ten.” Kate was sitting stretching. Treasure rolled over; ok, ok, she nodded and sat up. I will run the tub for you both. I have things I must do down stairs, “Kate, you will take care of Missy Treasure,” “Yes Margarete I will take care of her.” Treasure sat up swinging her legs off the bed, sipping her coffee. “Oh ok, I am coming Treasure said. Treasure and Kate bathed, Kate picked up her clothes on the way to her room to dress. Treasure finished dressing; she sat down at her desk and called Julian. Treasure got the answering machine and left a message for Julian to call her, it was important.
Treasure was sitting in the study when Julian came in the door. Thomas was right behind her, what is the matter baby, you said you needed me it was important. Treasure got up and hugged Julian, “I only needed to talk.”
Hush child, I told Thomas you needed me that it was important, and then she whispered, I was bored and wanted to come back here.” “Yes I do need you, Thomas, thank you for bringing Julian to see me.” Thomas nodded and walked off to the kitchen. “Now what’s going on,” Julian said. Tears began to well up in Treasure’s eyes, Julian I don’t know what to do,” Treasure held Julian tightly, "my year is about up, I love being a submissive, I love serving, the excitement, living on the edge, you know I mean. I have the bank and the other stuff; I spend about all my time with them. How would I please him? I don’t have time. I put him first, the business suffers and the business’s first he is neglected. When Phillip was alive everything I did during the day was to please him, “Oh why am I tell you this,” you already know. “What am I to do?” “First thing you do is calm down.” Treasure and Julian turned to look, Thomas and Margarete were standing in the door way, “the second thing you need to do Treasure is figure out your priorities” Julian and I taught you better,” Thomas, said. Thomas motioned for Margarete to go in front of him, then he went to the sofa opposite the one Treasure and Julian sat on. Margarete please fix us all a drink and then come sit down. Margarete fixed the drinks and set them on the table and sat down, everyone was waiting for Thomas to say something.
Thomas looked at Treasure, then at Julian, and then at Margarete, “so what is the big problem here,” Thomas asked.
Julian scowled at Thomas.
Treasure slumped back into the sofa.
“There is no problem too big or too small that we can’t solve.” Thomas said, and then he took a sip of his drink. “I think you’re confused; you don’t know what to do. Let me tell you some things I know. Then Margarete will tell you the things only she knows. I’ve known Phillip for 30 years, I have never known him to make a bad decision about people, he made a couple bad financial decisions, but when it came to people, he never made a mistake. Phillip did not make a mistake or make a bad decision to leave you his companies; he knew you could handle them. He knew they would grow, evolve, and prosper. If he even had a shadow of a doubt that you couldn’t handle this, he would have had it sold off, you would have been a very rich woman on an allowance, and the rest would go into an endowment or a trust to help people with school, research, the Arts, or some other things.”
“If you doubt, what I’ve said, ask Margarete, Lloyd or Paul. I knew Phillip’s daddy, he too never made mistakes with people. I know that for a fact, you know what Phillip and his daddy did for Lloyd and Paul; they did the same for me. I watched those boys grow up, I was here with my mom, we all grew up together; Lloyd, Paul, me, my mother was the housekeeper to his daddy. I promised Phillip and his daddy I would raise and take care of you and protect you with my life.”
Treasure had tears in her eyes, “but, I was taught that a woman is not a woman without a Master, Julian taught me that, you taught me that.”
“Yes we did, Treasure, yes we did.” Julian said,
“And I still feel that way. Treasure can a submissive serve two Masters and please both.”
“No sir, one would always be neglected in some way.”
“That is right,” Margarete said.
“What you miss the most Treasure, is the touch of the man, not the Master, but the man, don’t say anything just think about it before you answer.”
Treasure drank her drink, she got up to pour herself another, she stood there at the bar, not pouring, not moving, she then poured herself a drink and turned to face them. “You’re right, I miss the man, she said, but, I am a submissive, I want to belong and stay in the society and to do that, I have to be collared to a Master or Mistress.”
“That is where neither Margarete nor I can help you. Margarete openly declared herself to you and I won’t because I raised you.” Thomas said.
“That is the problem you can work on, finding a Master that will collar you, visit you when it is convenient for you both.”
“There is one other option.” Julian said. Margarete looked at Julian with a puzzled look on her face. “Treasure can ask the society to make her a Mistress in training, and then she wouldn’t need to be collared. She would remain in the society, she could have a relationship with a male or female of her choice, whether, he they were in the society or not.”
“And where did you hear that Julian.” Thomas said,
Julian said. “I wrote your scribe, he sent me the answer.”
Thomas shook his head, “I should be angry that you did this, but it is for our girl, so I will thank you now and chastise you later tonight.”
“You don’t need to do that, your scribe was very cross with me, but after I explained, told him it was for Treasure, he found out the information and told me what he did. I also had to promise to tell you and never do it again.” Julian said.
“I guess, I will have to talk to you about this tonight, in private,” Thomas said.
“Yes Sir, oh yes Sir,” Julian said.
Treasure giggled. Thomas shot her a look. Treasure stuck her tongue out at him. Julian giggled.
Margarete laughed, “oh my! Pardon me,” she said.
Thomas shook his head, slapped his knee, “I am outnumbered here,” he said.
“You’re not outnumbered Thomas, just out maneuvered tonight,” Margarete said.
I just might, might have to do some maneuvers on a certain person tonight.” Thomas sneered.
“Oh please Sir,” Julian said. “You can use my foxhole, if you want,” Julian then batted her eyes at Thomas. They all laughed.
Since you are now on the right track, I will leave it to you girls to finish figuring it out and I suppose you’ll want to stay in the city for a while Julian.”
“Yes Sir, I would like that a lot, could we stay until we get Treasure taken care of.”
“How about we go down this weekend and close up the house,” Thomas said.
Julian ran to Thomas and jumped on his lap, “Oh! Thank you, Thomas, thank you so much!”
“I am hungry, I am going to go raid the ice box,” Thomas said as he started for the kitchen.
“No Sir, you are not going to raid my icebox,” Margarete exclaimed.
Thomas turned, “what did you say,” Thomas said.
“I will go fix you whatever you want, I saw what you did to my kitchen that last time you raided it.
“Oh yeah,” Thomas laughed, “I remember now.”
Margarete walked past him to the kitchen, “yikes,” she howled, “quit that Mister Thomas.”
Julian and Treasure heard them laughing, “We better go in there, the last time they were alone, they slept on the sofa in there together.”
Treasure smiled, “I remember.”
“You know Treasure, if you needed help managing these companies hire Thomas to help you, then I could stay in the city with you more than I do,” Julian said.
“Hey, that is not a bad idea. Do you think he would do that?”
“I think he is bored, it is like he just plays the market now we have all we need or want.” Julian whispered.
“Tonight after dinner, I will ask him, no I have a better idea, you go to the kitchen, I need to talk to Kate,” Treasure said.
“Kate, are you busy?” Treasure said walking onto the office.
“No I am not busy, what can I do for you.” Kate said.
Treasure went to Kate’s desk pulled a chair up close and motioned Kate closer to her.
“Oh this is going to be good, with such secrecy it has to be good.” Kate said,
“Julian thinks Thomas is bored.”
“Bored with Julian, Oh come on Treasure, she is a beautiful woman.”
“No not with her, Just bored not doing anything, he just dabbles in the market now, he lies around, Julian wants to spend more time in the city.”
“He doesn’t get my job Treasure!” Kate said, “Nope, nada.”
“Oh no of course not, you know I needed help when Lloyd came on full time to help, you know now he wishes he hadn’t, so if I could get Thomas to help Lloyd to trouble shoot or be there when I can’t and God knows we can afford it, can’t we?”
“Yes, we can afford it with no problem at all.”
“The problem is how do we do it so he doesn’t think it is charity or something like that I think I know that answer to that, remember over at the ship yard that problem we had that we about pulled all of our hair out over. We finally had to hire those consultants to figure it out, pull that report, tell me you need some help on it and I will get Thomas involved, and then spring my trap on him.” Treasure said. “We’ll do it after dinner.”
“Good idea, and there are a few parts, I don’t understand.” Kate said.
“Good enough,” Treasure kissed Kate’s cheek, squeezed her knee, and hurried off to the kitchen.
Margarete was preparing a sandwich for Thomas,
“Don’t let the snack spoil your dinner.” Treasure said. Margarete looked at Treasure, Treasure winked at her.
“I am only making him a small sandwich snack that surely won’t spoil the dinner I have planned for tonight. Maybe I should just give Mister Thomas one of them and give the other to you and Julian.”
Thomas reached across the counter and pulled the; plate to him, he covered both sides of the plate with his arms as though protecting his prey. ”Hey now, you know I haven’t had lunch and it is three o’clock in the afternoon. This meager portion won’t even; put a dent in my appetite and you all know it.” Thomas said teasingly.
Margarete put her finger on her chin, then shook it a few times, “yes she said to herself,” I know exactly what to fix the condemned man for his last meal Poor Thomas, what are those girls going to do him now?”
Margarete made a call to the market and within an hour, the shrimp and the fresh red snapper were sitting on the counter. Margarete finished adjusting her bra and her dress, “Oh that man, he sure do love Margarete,” she said softly to herself,” one day I gonna let him have just a taste of my honey hole as he calls it.” Margarete took the receipt from her bra.
“Tonight, we have two of his favorites at one time my Shrimp Creole and blackened red fish, I know dem he die a happy man.” Margarete chuckled.
Peachy cat came skidding around the corner, then with a leap landed, and skidded across the counter, with fluid grace, and in one motion, Margarete scooped him up and dropped him on the floor. “I give you some fish Peachy cat, but you gots to wait a few minutes, but here have a shrimps,” Peachy snagged the shrimp in midair with his paw, he would be satisfied for only a few minutes, Margarete filleted the snapper, she gave Peachy the scraps. Margarete hummed a tune while she prepared the condemned man’s meal.
Treasure and Julian talked catching up on old times, while Thomas took his nap. Kate was up to her elbows in her work. Kate left the office, went to the study where Julian and Treasure sat, talking. Kate poured herself a drink. She turned toward Julian and Treasure then gestured to the bottle Julian shook her head, Treasure held up her glass, Kate walked over to her and took her glass, “scotch,” Kate said. Treasure nodded, Kate dropped two ice cubes, and poured two fingers of scotch, she went back to the girls and sat down, then handed Treasure her drink.
“Thank you Kate,” Treasure said. Margarete announced dinner was ready. Julian found Thomas in the den watching TV. “Thomas,” she said, kissing is cheek, “dinner is ready.”
“Good deal,” he said, slapping his knees, getting up, “I’m starving. Oh that smells so good.” He said on his way to the kitchen.
There was a beer and the garlic rolls at Thomas’ place, all within his reach. Margarete set the salads out for them; Treasure poured the wine and helped Margarete serve the dinner. Margarete brought out a large dinner plate with a bowl that was shallow but the same size as the plate, it looked more like a pie plate than a bowl, and it was full of Creole and rice. Treasure placed a plate with the blackened fillets of red fish beside the Creole. Thomas looked up and then at the women, one by one Margarete and Treasure turned and went back to the kitchen and brought out plates to serve Kate and Julian.
When Treasure and Margarete returned, Thomas was sitting back in his chair sipping his beer, when they sat down; Thomas slid forward pushing the Creole out of the way.
“Now what is this about, I’ve got the feeling that I am the condemned man and this is the sacrificial dinner. You all know very well, that the only thing I love to eat more than a good Creole is an excellent blackened red fish, and look what I have in front of me. Both of them at the same time, and you also know, that no one, and I mean no one, makes Creole or redfish better than you Margarete. So, what is going on?”
The girls looked at each other, they made the expression like who me? They tried to look innocent, but to no avail. They knew he knew something was up. Treasure and Julian looked like the cat that ate the canary.
Kate thought How Treasure saved them more than once at the orphanage. “Thomas it was my idea.”
Thomas looked at Kate with raised eyebrows, the expression, that said tell me.
“We need help, I need help, with the companies, I’ve got my hands full, Lloyd is regretting he came on full time as General Counsel, he says he works too much. I thought with your experience that you could maybe help me as Lloyd does, you would have, Kate, “gulped,” The title Executive Vice President same as Lloyd.”
“Ok, let’s eat,” Thomas, said.
The silence was deafening, “did you say ok,” Kate asked shyly.
“Yep, sure did, now let’s eat.”
Julian jumped up,
“Sit Julian, you can thank me later,” Thomas said
The table erupted into laughter, “Let’s eat – ok,” Thomas said. Thomas pulled the Creole back to him, took in a deep breath, “Oh, that is nice,” he said. “Oh by the way I don’t work weekends, if I go out of town, she goes with me.”
Julian pulled his arm to her. “Thank you kind Sir,” she said.
“Oh Treasure, I’ll give you a list of my wants and needs tomorrow.”
“Thomas, I will be happy to take care of whatever is on your list,” said Kate.
“Oh this red fish is wonderful, Margarete my compliments,” Julian said.
“I hope Thomas doesn’t fight with Peachy for the left over’s,” Margarete chuckled.
Thomas raised his eyebrows at Margarete. “I’ll share the left over’s with Peachy fuzzy cat,” Thomas, said smiling.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Thirty-two the Interview
Treasure, tired and sweaty from her five mile run crossed the portico, she stopped short, looked at the hot tub. Treasure hit the switch that raised the lid. By the time the lid was up, Treasure stood naked ready to step into the tub, when Margarete poked her head out the door, “Oh good, your back, Lloyd called, he has some messages for you from the society.”
Treasure nodded, “ok I will call him back in a little while.” “Lloyd said he would drop them off after a while,” said Margarete. Treasure climbed down the steps into the tub, “Oh that feels so good.” Said Treasure, as she sat down to relax. Margarete brought Treasure a glass of wine and some towels. Treasure had laid her head back, closed her eyes, her thoughts drifted as the water jets pounded and massage her body. Treasure’s body seemed weightless; it was in fact floating on the surface, buoyed by the turbulent waters. “Missy Treasure, Mister Lloyd is here,” said Margarete. Treasure shook her head and slipped under the water, she rose from the water, the water cascading from her hair streaked down her naked body, Treasure glistened, and her skin glowed like moonlight on a golden wheat field. Treasure toweled off, put on her robe, and wrapped a towel around her head. Lloyd was enjoying his scotch; he sat at the kitchen table with Margarete waiting for Treasure.
“Hello Lloyd, how are you?” said Treasure.
I am good, you’re still me working too hard, but I am good.”
“Thomas should be a big help to you,” said Treasure.
“Oh he is, a big help to us, but, Treasure honey you know me and work, any work is too much for me,” he said smiling.
“Oh Lloyd, that is not true and you know it.”
“Well I have a few message from the society,” with that Lloyd pulled a packet of correspondence, tied up with wide blue rubber band, from his pocket and handed them to Treasure.
We’ll, let’s see what we have here,” Treasure said, pulling the rubber band off and sliding it onto her wrist. Treasure thumbed through 12 letters; there were from Masters, eight of which were from Brazil, to Hong Kong. Treasure put them in a separate pile; the other four were from Grand Master in California, New Jersey, Texas and Arizona, “Oh for goodness sakes, I am not, Leaving, New Orleans and that is final,” she said.
“I will answer these and tell them, thanks, but no thanks,”
Lloyd looked at her, he said, “I have one more piece,” he pulled the letter from his pocket; he smiled and handed it to her.
Treasure read the letter; it was only one-half page long. Treasure smiled, she said, “I’ll meet this one, please Mister Lloyd arrange it with the scribe.”
“I will do that, is there anything else, I can do for you,”
“No thank you, Lloyd, I will answer these, will you send them to the scribe.”
“I will handle it that way if that is what you want me to do.”
“I will send this one; it is my responsibility to answer them that I will do.” She said.
Lloyd nodded, “I need to talk to Kate, for a few minutes, before I go.” He said.
Treasure stood up, “I am going to go shower and dress.” Treasure walked Lloyd to the door. “Bye – bye she said and gave Lloyd a kiss on his cheek.
Treasure showered and dressed. She stopped in the office Lloyd had gone. Treasure and Kate discussed the day’s business and set up several meetings over the next few weeks.
Margarete stuck her head in the office door, “Missy Treasure would you like a drink.” Treasure nodded, “scotch please Margarete,”
Margarete brought Treasure her drink, “now don’t you have something to tell us,” she said.
Treasure just shrugged her shoulders,” maybe, maybe not.” She smiled.
“Missy, you had better start talking,” Margarete said,
“Or what,” Treasure scowled.
“I’ll just have to go on strike, warm beer, cold food, no PB&J.”
“Oh no, Not the PB&J, Oh God, how cruel can you be? I couldn’t live without them!” Treasure threw her hand to her head her palm out her wrist a little limp. She put the other hand over her heart, “Oh, I feel faint; I think I am gonna swoon.” Treasure slumped back in her seat. She looked at Margarete and laughed, “All in good time my darlings all in good time.” Treasure pulled the note from her pocket, she handed it to Margarete, Margarete read it, and then she folded it and handed it to Kate. Margarete walked over to Treasure and kissed her. There was a look of shock and surprise on Kate’s face, “Oh wow! That is so cool,” she said.
Treasure took the note back, she said, “I will answer him tomorrow.” Are you going to meet the other two,” said Margarete. “Yes of course, I have committed, they have made their plans, I won’t back out, besides, I am curious, aren’t you two as curious as I am,” Treasure asked
“Yes we are, you know we are,” said Kate.
“I will meet them next month so between now and then we will plan on what we will do and where I will meet them.”
“The best place is here or Le Belle Noire,” said Margarete. “Le Belle is very safe and with me, Kate or Lloyd around you wouldn’t have a care in the world, if it ever goes that far.”
“I will concur with what Margarete said, besides, the least you can do is to take them to dinner. As far as we know, they are ok, Thomas will check out both men before they arrive. They are going to be disappointed enough as it is, once they see you and find out they can’t have you.” chuckled Kate.
“I could always give them a little sample of what they will miss.”
“Missy Treasure, you already have enough dogs slobbering and sniffing at you when you go out. You don’t want them camped out here too.” Do you,” Margarete asked. “If they’re real nice they can sample me.” Margarete winked and wiggled her butt.
Kate and Treasure howled with laughter.
“Well, come on ya’ll, dinner is about ready.” Margarete said. Treasure and Kate followed Margarete to the kitchen,
“Oh, I think I wet myself,” Kate said laughing.
Treasure laughed even harder.
“All this talk about men; has given me a little itch and it has been a while, I am going to see about finding someone to scratch that little itch soon.” Kate said between bites.
“Oh really, you know, I just had my nails sharpened,” Margarete said.
“Mmmm,” Kate said,” if that’s a proposal I’ll accept it.”
Margarete looked at Kate, your room or mine?” she said.
Treasure said, “Margarete’s room, I am already on the edge. I don’t need to listen to two all tonight.” Kate and Margarete looked at each other, then at Treasure,
“Oh no, Oh no, you don’t,” said Treasure.
Kate laughed, Margarete smiled and winked at Kate. After dinner Margarete cleared the dishes, Treasure and Kate sat talking when Margarete finished up in the kitchen, Margarete winked at Kate and Kate stood up in front of Treasure blocking her way. Margarete moved up behind Treasure and nudged her into Kate.
“Oh my,” Margarete said,” what do we have here?”
Kate pressed herself into Treasure; Margarete took hold of Treasure’s arms and held her tightly.
“Oh – no, please stop, Treasure cried, “Oh please don’t Oh! Help me, I am gonna be ravaged,” Treasure laughed. “If I am gonna be forced we might as well get started in the tub upstairs, Margarete get the wine, Kate bring some candles and incense. Well let’s go I am ready to be forced and ravaged”
Margarete and Kate hugged Treasure tight, “Yes Missy Treasure I’ll get the wine Margarete said.
“And I’ll get the incense and candles,” Kate said.
“Forward ho!” said Treasure.
“Who’s a Ho,” said Kate.
“I am a Ho,” chirped Margarete.
“Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it’s off to bed we go,” chuckled Treasure.
Margarete pouted the wine; Kate lit candles, and incense,
Treasure began filling the tub, then she stood straight looking at her profile in the mirror by the door and began to take off her clothes; she pulled the shirt loose from her jeans, pulling her shirt up past her breast and over her hair, and her hair cascaded out of her shirt down her back and over her shoulders. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The white lace bra falling reveling her proud jutting breasts, her nipples making the point of her breast very well defined. Treasure’s belly was flat and hard, her muscles were subtly visible. Treasure unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She bent over to test the water, her hair falling around her neck, three soft folds appeared across her belly, and her jeans rode down her hips to expose the delicate cleft of her buttocks. Treasure tugged at her jeans, wiggling her hips, she shimmied out of her jeans, and panties. Treasure stepped out of her jeans then kicked them to the corner. She stood straight; she studied her firm round butt, and her long graceful legs. Margarete and Kate stood in the doorway held captive by her sensuousness and beauty. Treasure turned her back to the door; they stared at her hourglass figure, her perfectly formed legs. Treasure leaned over to test the waters, and then stepped into the tub. The spell they were under was broken when Treasure stepped into the tub. Margarete and Kate came forward and began undressing, they were soon nude and in the tub. Margarete began to wash Treasure, first her neck, then her back, then her chest down to her belly, Treasure stood, Margarete washed her pudendum, her legs, and inner thighs. Margarete slowly and methodically washed Treasure not missing a square inch of skin on her body.
Margarete then began to wash Kate, taking time with her slowly erotically washing her. Treasure got up and out of the tub. She toweled off, she looked at Kate and Margarete, one last time before leaving the bathroom, and they did not notice she was gone until they were drying themselves off. Treasure had thrown on a gown, and thought to herself, “Imagine that Kate and Margarete now that is something, I thought would never happen.”
It did take a little bit of work, and I would like to finish what I started. It isn’t often, that I wind up on top, ya know, it’s a new experience,” Margarete said coyly.
“Well, I am for new experiences, Margarete go take your time and make sure you tie up all the loose ends before you are finished if you get my drift. Give my best or your best to Kate.”
“Oh I will, Missy Treasure, Oh I will,” said Margarete. “I’ll see you later on,” Margarete said, walking back towards her room.
Treasure smiled, “Oh it is going to be a good day and a very interesting one at that.
Treasure reached down and scratched Peachey’s head. “Good morning Peachey she said, Peachey answered with a loud purr.
Precisely at 2:30 Jefferson Langtry Davis, rang the doorbell, the voice on the speaker said, Yes, might I help you. “I am Jefferson Langtry Davis; I have an appointment with Ms. Richards.”
The door opened. “Please come in Mister Davis,” Margarete said. “This way please.” Margarete took Mister Davis to the library. “May I take your coat and hat; I will inform Ms. Richard’s that you are here.” Margarete laid his hat in the chair and draped his coat over the back of it.
Margarete returned to the library, “Mister Davis, Ms. Richard’s will be with you shortly, would you care for a drink?”
“No, no thank you,” Davis said.
Jefferson Langtry Davis stood, looked around the Library, the balcony circled the room the two floors of books, he walked to the shelves, he pulled a book out, they were all bound in leather and labeled in gold. He opened the book, the pages had yellowed– a first edition of “Doctor Faustus,” by Thomas Mann. There must have been 10,000 books in here. He slid the book back into the shelf. Jefferson marveled at the enormity of the library and the house, he was in awe of the splendor and grandeur of this place.
“Good afternoon, Mister Davis, I am Heather Richard’s,” a voice behind him said.
Davis turned; there in the doorway was a creature he had only envisioned in his dreams. She walked forward extending her hand, only, then did he begin to move, he almost stumbled over his own feet. Treasure caught his hand and steadied him. “Are you alright,” she said.
“Yes, yes I am, I’m Jefferson Langtry Davis, and I am very pleased to meet you.”
“Please,” Treasure said, motioning to a chair, “please sit.” Davis sat then she sat. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Yes, I would.”
Treasure picked up a crystal bell and rang it. Margarete appeared out of nowhere. Mister Davis what would you like to drink? She asked.
“It is a little early, but I would like a scotch.” Davis said.
“Make that two, Margarete the Glen Milken, please.
“Yes, ma’am,” Margarete went to the bar, “Mister Davis, rocks,” she said. Davis nodded; Margarete dropped three cubes in the crystal glass. Then she poured the 50-year old scotch over them. Margarete set them on a silver tray and served them. “That will be all Margarete thank you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Margarete answered as she left the room closing the door behind her.
Jefferson Langtry Davis sat there holding his drink looking at Treasure.
Treasure took a sip of his scotch; she looked at Davis and smiled.
“Oh please excuse me for staring, “he said,” but I have never in my life seen anyone as beautiful as you are, I am quite taken aback,
Treasure began to blush; her skin became rosier than usual.
Ms. Richards I did not mean to embarrass you, on the contrary; it was a compliment.
Treasure smiled, shifting in her seat, her knees opening a little wider, she crossed her ankles.
Treasure was studying Davis as well, he was 45-years old, he was over 6’ tall, well built, wide shoulders, his hair was silver and thick, his eyes were an azure blue; he was very well dressed in Armani Treasure thought. He was not bad looking at all, he was no Phillip, but he wasn’t bad either, he spoke intelligently and he was educated She couldn’t remember if he had gone to Harvard or Princeton, he was a Texan through and through, he owned oil and gas leases and a large expanse of land in West Texas. He was very well off, but not as well off as Treasure.
The society had sent Treasure his dossier, he was a Grand Master, and he was well versed in many of the forms of erotic play that Treasure adored. Treasure had contacted one of his former slaves; she had only good things to say about her former master. When Treasure asked her why she left him, she told Treasure that she had fallen in love with a cowboy that worked for Davis.
Davis took a sip of his scotch, his eyebrows went up, “very nice,” he said.
Treasure nodded, “so Mister Davis here we are,” she said.
Mister Davis said slowly in his Texas drawl, “Ms. Richards,”
“Treasure,” she said.
“Treasure I read your dossier and I saw your picture, neither do justice to who you are and your beauty. I did some investigating and what I learned truly surprised me. I had no idea that you were the CEO of the Dubois Company. It got me thinking and I became very curious. Why, you even agreed to meet me.”
Treasure looked down and smoothed her skirt, pulling it tight across the top of her thighs. “Mister Davis, I am a submissive, I was raised to be a submissive; I love being a submissive, and in spite of what I own, what I manage I still want to be a submissive. I want to serve a Master.”
“Treasure that may be very true and I don’t doubt your sincerity, one little bit. However I was wondering how you would do both? I have conservatively estimated your worth to be somewhere near 700 million.”
Treasure said, “closer to 800 Mister Davis,” and she sat back in her seat.
“Then I must ask you how you would serve both of us, the Dubois Company, and me.” Treasure started to answer; Davis raised his hand, “where would your loyalty and your devotion lie, to me or to your companies?” And, before you answer that question, I want to make you aware that I already know where they are going to lie, to your company that is where mine lie, and I don’t have half of what you have.”
Treasure looked down; a tear welled up in her eye. “You are right Mister Davis. I cannot deny that.” The tear ran down her cheek, and Treasure knew what the reality was, “but I so want to be needed, loved, I want to serve, this isn’t going the way it should.” She said. “You don’t want me.”
“Treasure,” Davis said, “I do want you, I lust for you, to have you serve me would be the most wonderful thing I could imagine, but it would not be fair to you or to me. There is to be only one Master of my castle,” he watched her, she sank into her seat, her once proud stance her shoulders held high began to slump, Davis stood up, Treasure started to rise, he said, “sit please,” he picked up his glass and hers and went to the bar and refilled them. He handed Treasure her drink and a handkerchief, “thank you,” she said. Davis sat down beside her on the sofa, Treasure sipped her drink, as I was saying there is to be one Master in my castle, even if you were collared to me, you would still run your empire as I would mine and yours is bigger than mine he chuckled. “Don’t get me wrong now, I would love to have a relationship with you to wake up next to you would be a pure joy. Not to mention the other things I would get do to you.” Treasure looked at him. “Dry your eyes Treasure,” Davis said. Treasure dried her eyes, “Where do we go from here,” she said.”
“We can get to know each other, then we could go to dinner, we could talk about business opportunities, or I could tie you up, spank you, and ravage your body, something along those lines.”
“Ok,” Treasure smiled at him.
“Treasure,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Call me Jeff.”
“Ok, Jeff.”
“Hey how about showing me around this beautiful house of yours.”
“Come on,” she said, rising, she offered her hand to him.
Margarete turned off the intercom. She dried her eyes, “that poor girl, she gonna be crushed more now but she is gonna get strong.”
Treasure led Jeff around to all the rooms all the floors, she told him about the old clock tower and that his was originally a bank back at the turn of the century. They stopped in the kitchen. “Margarete we are going to walk down to the Labelle Noire, would you call ahead for us.” Margarete nodded. Treasure and Jeff walked to the front of the house.
Jeff took Treasure’s arm; they slowly walked the four blocks to the restaurant Labelle Noire. Jeff told her about himself. Treasure did not let on, that she knew more about him than he knew she did. She carefully listened to all he had to say, not failing to smile or nod at the points he made about himself.
“This is it,” Treasure said, stopping at the restaurant door.
“This is what?” Jeff said looking around. The restaurant she said, as she knocked on the door. The door opened a crack then opened up the rest of the way. “Missy Treasure, please come in, you too honey,” the old woman said. “Thank you ma’am,” said Treasure. The old woman led them down the dark hallway to the dining room. It was dark, the only lights from the candles on the tables, and a few wall lights. “Would you look at this place,” Jeff said. If I hadn’t seen it I wouldn’t have believe it, this is just like a real prohibition speak easy.”
“It’s now a private dining club, one of places where no one is seen or heard or remembers. When Phillip died, I took over his membership. They say Huey Long was a member here.”
The waiter told them all the items on the menu from memory. Treasure ordered the lemon sage red fish, Caesar Salad. Jeff surprised Treasure by ordering a large plate of Cajun mudbugs, spicy cornbread, and greens. Jeff chuckled that he loved hot and spicy things. Treasure thought, “I wonder if he knows what hot and spicy really is.”
Jeff, do you find me intimidating? Treasure asked softly. Jeff looked at her with a somewhat surprised look on his face. He took a sip of his drink. “The truth,” said Jeff. Treasure nodded, “yes please,” she said.
“The truth is, you are a very powerful woman, with your wealth and power, there are many you could and do intimidate,” he said.
“I asked if I intimidated you,” Treasure said again. Jeff looked at her, he smiled, and shook his head, “no Treasure you don’t. Don’t confuse my respect for you by thinking that I am intimidated by you.”
Treasure nodded her head, “I thought maybe that was why you didn’t want me,” she said.
“Treasure it is not that I don’t want you. I would love to have you as my submissive, you are beautiful, sexy, you’re smart, and everything that I am looking for in a submissive is embodied in you.” He reached over to her and took her hand into his, “the fact is there is one thing you cannot give me and that is your submission, you can give your body to me.” Treasure looked at him. That’s because you already have a Master, a tougher Master than I could ever be.” He said.
“However, I could, I have people who could take care of it, and run it for Me.” she said.
Jeff squeezed her hand. “It took the Dubois,” over 150 years to build what they did. Phillip gave it to you because he knew you could run it, make it grow, he didn’t give it to others to run for him, neither should you,” he said.
Treasure knew he was right. Kate, Lloyd, and Thomas had told her the same thing. “You’re right,” she said, “but I was hoping it could have been some other way.”
“If you want someone to play with, for you to serve when you can, or have a part time relationship that is what you should look for. I would not be opposed to having that, but I really wanted someone, the same one to wake me up every morning.”
Treasure nodded, “I understand,” she said.
Treasure put her hand under the table and squeezed his thigh. He looked at her. “I would like you to stay tonight,” she said.
“I would be honored Treasure,” he said. Jeff put his hand on Treasure’s leg, slid her dress to the crotch, and squeezed her thigh pulling her legs open. Treasure gasped at the strength in his hand. Treasure let her legs fall open, he looked at her and looked down at her crotch, Treasure was wearing a thong, he mouthed the words, take them off now.” Treasure shifted in her seat and slipped the thong from her legs. She leaned down to take them off of her legs. Jeff had his hand out, Treasure laid the thong in his hand. Jeff casually laid the thong on the table between them. Treasure’s nipples became erect, the thoughts she was thinking were making her very aroused.
The waiter brought the bill and placed it on the table in front of Treasure. Treasure signed it as Jeff was pulling his wallet form his pocket. Treasure patted his hand, “they don’t accept cash here, or credit cards, I get a monthly bill,” she said.
Jeff said, “shall we,” Treasure stood picking up her thong letting them dangle from her fingers, the old woman who met them at the door handed them their coats and hat. The old woman pulled Treasure’s arm and raised up to whisper in her ear, Treasure listened and laughed softly, Treasure whispered back to her and handed the old woman her thong, “enjoy,” the old woman held them up and laughed. “Bon soir Madame Treasure,” she said.
“Merci Madame, Au revoir.” Treasure responded.
Jeff walked arm in arm with Treasure, when he suddenly pulled her into a doorway, pushing her into the corner. He pushed himself against her; he began groping her, he pushed his foot between her feet and kicked them apart. He pulled open her coat, he grabbed the front of her dress and jerked it breaking the thin straps on her shoulder, he pulled her dress down to her waist, and he cupped her breast in one hand and kneaded it, then squeezed it harder and harder. Treasure moaned, he reached between her legs, grabbed her pudendum, and ground his fingers into her vulva. He took his hand from her breast and put it on her shoulder and he forced her to her knees, he pulled Treasure’s head to his crotch.
Treasure unzipped his pants she took his cock out, she had, had larger and longer but right now she didn’t care, she took him in her mouth. She began moving her head, her lips, and her tongue. She heard Jeff moan. She heard him moan and say, “suck it good you slut.” Treasure worked his cock in her mouth like a Chinese mathematician works on an abacus. Jeff moaned, his body stiffened, he pulled her head to him, holding her, his cock deep in her throat erupting, spewing his seed into her wanting mouth and throat. Treasure continued to suck him until he told her to stop and pulled away from her.
He pulled her up; he reached down grabbing one of her legs pulling it up to his waist. Treasure grabbed her dress pulled it up exposing herself to him; she reached down and guided him into her. Jeff began bucking his hips. Treasure rolled her hips forward to meet his thrusts and working her muscles to milk him again. Jeff began to moan, his body tensed again, he thrusts hard into her. She felt him come in her.
Treasure was nowhere near ready to cum, she thought for all his experience, he had, he had just given her a schoolboy fuck. Slam bam fuck without the thank you ma’am. Treasure was totally disappointed; she hoped he would get better before the night was over.
Treasure slipped her dress off, she picked it up, she closed her coat around her. They walked the last two blocks in a virtual silence. Treasure took him up stairs to her bedroom. There they played a little, a little spanking, he fucked her once more; then when she was just getting started what does, he do, he rolls over and goes to sleep.
Treasure laid their thinking what just happened, she hadn’t orgasmed once, he never got her close enough, nor even told her to cum. She was totally disappointed, she had her toys, and she rolled over on her belly, reached over to the nightstand and took out a fingertip vibrator. She slid her hand down under her to her pudendum, placed the vibrator on her clitoris, then she bit a mouthful of pillow to refrain from screaming when she orgasmed. Within a few minutes, her legs were clamped together her muscles were taught she began to convulse she felt herself spasming the bed began to shake, and Jeff snored away totally unaware of what was going on.
Treasure couldn't wait until the morning when he would leave. Treasure sighed, turned over so her back was to him. She turned off the lights. “Good night Jeff,” she said and thought to herself, good riddance. Treasure closed her eyes and sleep crept in.
Treasure awoke alone in her bed. Jeff was gone. It would be awhile before she would meet another. She could only hope the next would not be as disappointing as this one had been.
Treasure heard the clink of the tray; she sat up to see Margarete bringing her a tray of coffee, and her newspaper. “Good morning, Missy Treasure, that Mister Jeff left early this morning.” Treasure sipped her coffee, and then nodded her head. “Thank you Margarete.”
Margarete looked at Treasure, she couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was different with Treasure.
Treasure showered then dressed. She walked into the office with a new purpose in her life. “Good morning Kate,” she said, “let’s get to it shall we, we have a lot of work to do.”
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