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her.
    It was erotic. Forbidden. Sexy as fuck.
    She ached to pause, to rub one out right here, right now.
But Vivien—Ma’am—had told her she was impatient and Polly’s desire to please
her overrode her physical need to come.
    She didn’t understand it. She’d come here thinking she was
doing this out of curiosity, appeasing Mallory. Just when had that changed?
Polly couldn’t get a grip on it. All that seemed to matter was appeasing the
hard-edged desire making her pussy cream like crazy.
    Swallowing thickly, she rolled the lavender lace into a
tight ball and pulse racing, she delivered the panties to Ma’am.
    Vivien’s hand brushed hers in the exchange. “Well done. You
may have your pie now.” She discreetly slipped the panties in her handbag.
    Noticing Vivien had already covered the tab, Polly sat and
picked at the pie but she couldn’t really taste it. All of her attention was
fixed on the incessant throbbing between her thighs and the desperate need for
more. If Vivien had offered she’d have gone home with her on the spot.
    Vivien handed her a card. “Visit my website, sign in with
this username and password then fill out the checklist. Be at the address on
the back tomorrow at nine sharp. Be sure to eat prior. I don’t want you to pass
out.”
    “Okay.”
    Vivien stood, cupped Polly’s chin and tilted her face up so
their eyes met. “I’ll give you that one,” the dominatrix said, her voice so
soft no one else could possibly overhear. “But from now on it will be ‘yes Ma’am’.”
    Lust shivered through Polly as she breathed in the faint
fragrance of expensive perfume and when those silky fingers left her face, she
ached for their loss.
    Awed, she watched as Vivien walked out of the café. The
seams on the backs of her stockings drew Polly’s gaze up and over Vivien’s
pinup-worthy figure, her shapely ass and tiny waist.
    Having realized she was a lesbian since her teens, Polly had
never shied away from finding another woman attractive but this …
    This was unadulterated, shameless lust.
    She’d never thought she’d experience such a visceral
reaction to another woman.
    Polly peeped through the partially open blinds as a shiny
black Bentley pulled up to the curb. A woman dressed in a chauffeur’s uniform,
complete with a smart-looking hat, stepped out, skirted the car and opened the
back door for Vivien.
    Vivien slid inside. The driver closed the door and returned
to her seat, then the car drove away.
    Polly whistled through her teeth. What had she gotten
herself into?
    This meeting wasn’t at all what she’d expected. Shit. She
didn’t really know what she’d thought would happen.
    She’d envisioned a light getting-to-know-you song and dance,
nervous laughter, smiles. Reassurance.
    The encounter was anything but.
    Instead uncertainty nibbled at her. Fear and shame were
overshadowed by erotic need that threatened to consume her. And now, here she
sat alone. Sans panties. Fuck.
    She didn’t understand it. This desire went against
everything she’d previously thought about herself. It made her wonder who she
really was.
    Who she’d be after tomorrow.
    The only thing she knew for certain was that she was eager
to get home and start on Ma’am’s checklist.
    * * * * *
    Vivien stared unseeing as downtown Nashville blurred past the
car window. Polly Purefoy. Vivien inhaled. Damn Mallory. A smirk
played on Vivien’s lips and she reached into her purse to retrieve the lace
panties she’d been given.
    No fuss. No stammering. The girl had simply done as told.
    Vivien lifted the purple lace and breathed in the scent of
fresh detergent and the underlying sweetness of aroused pussy.
    Mallory knew her far too well. Knew her type. Knew that
doe-eyed look that made Vivien weak in the knees in spite of the fact she was
in control.
    Everything was different now though.
    No matter how sweetly submissive and sexy Polly was Vivien
had resolved to stay hard. Distant.
    She’d only let one client