Several others entered and exited in the bathroom, but it was blessedly quite when she left her stall and stopped in front of one of the sinks. She studied her reflection in the vanity mirror and wished she were the type brave enough to wear a tiny dress like the kind Bunny was wearing. Above the waist, she could probably get away with such revealing garb. Below the waist…well, she could try, but it wouldn’t be a comfortable evening.
A woman half her age breezed in behind her, bliss on her tear-stained face as she met her gaze in the mirror, smiled, and passed by, softly saying, “Your dress is pretty.”
“Thank you,” Cassie replied. She looked over her shoulder and noticed several long stripes showing above the low back of the woman’s dress. She didn’t look as though she felt any pain, and Cassie already knew drug use was forbidden and Joseph had mentioned there was a two-drink limit. Must be the endorphins.
She turned back to her mirror, not desiring to be caught staring at anyone, when the pad of footsteps came up behind her.
“You’re in over your head,” a sultry voice said.
She glanced in the mirror next to hers and made eye contact with Jillian. “Am I?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Jillian murmured as she lifted her long, slim arms over her head in a languid stretch. She was stark naked and practically purring as she turned and arched this way and that, taking in what she could of the masses of red streaks covering parts of her back from shoulders to thighs. She turned the other direction to look over her shoulder, in the process showing off her perfectly formed willowy body.
“What do you mean?”
Taking in a leisurely breath and then letting it out as if she felt utterly replete, Jillian turned her gaze and tilted her head, taking in Cassie’s appearance very slowly from head to toe. “Don’t get me wrong. For a woman your age, you’re quite lovely. But you’re in over your head with Samson.” With a sweeping caress of her hand down the back side of her body, which made her hiss and gasp with pleasure, she added, “If you think this is something, you should’ve seen me after Samson had his way with me last fall. It was utterly…divine. But then again, I’m built for his world. You, with your mommy-body in a camouflaging maxi-dress…I just don’t see you lasting long on your knees or in wrist cuffs. His attentions would likely put someone soft and vanilla like you in the ER.”
The other submissive finished her business in her bathroom stall and came out quietly, glancing at Cassie and giving Jillian a wide berth as she chose a sink, washed her hands, fluffed her hair, and walked out.
Cassie had grown up in an extended family with more than its fair share of manipulative and territorial members, both men and women. Sometimes the women were the worst, and she recognized Jillian’s ploy for what it was, an attempt to get the competition out of the way.
“Samson is here now, and he mentioned you.” Not a lie.
“Did he?” Jillian asked, the hint of interest carefully veiled in her husky voice as she inspected her eyeliner.
“You should definitely come and greet him…and his twin brother when he gets here.” Also not a lie. It’s a free country.
Jillian smiled at her reflection. “Samson has a twin? How delicious.”
Cassie mastered the shudder that threatened at Jillian’s rapacious tone. “I’m sure Samson would be pleased to speak with you.” Also not a lie because when I tell him what you told me he’s going to have plenty to say, you viper.
Jillian turned to look directly in her eyes, gave a playful smile, and reached out to pat her arm as if in consolation. “I’m so glad you understand. I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings. I just don’t want to see you get hurt. Samson is famous for his…horrifically rough edges,” she added, sliding her hands down her abdomen and over her thighs, perhaps hinting that she had knowledge of his carnal appetites as well as his sadistic ones. He would’ve told Cassie if there had ever been anything between the two of them. She knew Jillian was lying. She’d wanted to send Cassie running for the exit in tears.
I’ve been around the block a time or two, Cruella. That’s the benefit of age and perspective. Only he can make me leave.
Satisfied, Cassie nodded and looked away from the riot of stripes on Jillian’s back. Samson had told her he gave those to masochists who desired it. Maybe she could give him something he desired even more.
When Cassie exited into the hallway, Bunny came skidding around the corner on her socked feet, running to the bathroom.
“Are you all right? Shae, one of my friends here, told us that bitch was in there talking to you. What did she say?” Bunny asked in a stage whisper at Cassie tugged her down the hallway so they couldn’t be overheard.