Page 4 of She’s a Big Deal

In the boardroom or on the dance floor, she was a natural leader. And though Magalie did turn out to be a little rusty at first, it did not take her long to recover her groove. Grace was patient, and she took real pleasure in guiding her through a sensual warm-up. She simply loved women; their complex psyches and extraordinary bodies, inner strength and alluring vulnerability. Not only did she like to lead, but to protect and enable her partners as well. Whether she paid good money for an encounter or not had nothing to do with her attitude toward them; she always took care to provide a safe and enjoyable connection. Bachata dancing, especially with a trusted partner, could also serve as wonderful foreplay when you were both on the same page. And they were. In the crowded intimacy of the dance club, under diffuse lighting which invited closeness, their experience turned heated and sensuous. Magalie responded beautifully to the interaction. She was playful and flirtatious in return. The dancing grew progressively more erotic until Grace concluded a popular Mr. Don number, one of her favorite Bachata songs, with a deep and languorous kiss.

“I think we should take this elsewhere, don’t you?”

“I was hoping you’d ask,” Magalie smiled against her ear.

Grace had booked a luxury room upstairs, which made for a smooth transition. She turned the heat up even more in the elevator by pushing Magalie against the wall and kissing her again. She made it hard and a little rough, the way she liked. The impulse to dominate sizzled in her blood. Magalie’s mix of a helpless and needy moan when she closed her fingers gently around her throat made her shiver. Submission, any style and flavor of it, was the woman’s specialty. Her response to Grace’s moves was not contrived in the least. Not only was this a real pleasure, but also a rare gift. They stumbled into the bedroom, impatiently shedding items of clothing along the way. When they hit the King bed, and Magalie tried to steal the lead by rolling on top of her, Grace laughed. Oh, yes, this was going to be a delightful night. She was quick to right the situation, took hold of Magalie’s wrists, and pinned her down.

“Now then. Feeling feisty, are we?”

“A little bit,” Magalie answered teasingly.

“You know how I deal with disobedient girls like you, don’t you?”

“No…?”

“Fibber.”

The sight of Magalie under her in nothing but lacy lingerie, pretending so well not to have any idea of what would happen next, had Grace feeling hot, wet, and tight. She reached out with one hand and pinched her nipple through the lace, causing her partner to flinch and grin both at the same time. Magalie moved her arms, struggling just enough to make Grace tighten her hold. This, too, was a beautiful choreography. Grace leaned over her to deliver another blazing kiss.

“I see you need taming.”

“Maybe…”

“Uh-huh. You do.” Grace indulged herself by cupping her chin and rubbing a demanding thumb over her mouth, causing Magalie to gasp and a rush of blood to flow into her face. Even the slightest dominant gesture never failed to make her rise. She was gorgeous. “Stay right there.”

“Yes, Ms. Sky.”

Grace had come prepared. She retrieved a couple of lengths of silk ties from her bag and watched Magalie’s dark eyes flash in anticipation.

“I want you restrained. First, tell me your safe word.”

“Indigo.”

“Okay.”

Magalie obviously remembered that her client enjoyed the thrill of a chase and subduing her partners. With this in mind, she gave her just the right amount of resistance. This caused her to lose her bra in the tussle when Grace ripped it off of her with a mischievous, ‘Oops!’. Predictably, Magalie ended up flat on her stomach with both wrists tethered to the bed posts. Grace slid a pillow under her hips and took a moment to caress her exposed buttocks.

“Who’s the boss here?” she murmured.

“You are.”

“Mistress.”

“Sorry.” Magalie wiggled a little bit and intentionally must have omitted to say the word.

Without missing a beat, Grace spanked her twice on each cheek, slightly harder than her partner probably expected her to do it.

“What do you say?”

“Sorry, Mistress.”

“That’s better. ”

Grace yanked her panties down for a series of stinging slaps, which made Magalie gasp again and strain against her ties. It was for real this time, not for show, and incredibly satisfying for Grace. She smiled to herself as she caressed the heated flesh and admired the sleek muscles in Magalie’s back twitch and ripple with every micro-movement. She was pleased to have surprised her, and to feel her start to let go, even at this early stage. Sooner or later, they all surrendered. Grace stroked the back of her thighs.

“I want you to relax, okay?”

“Yes, Mistress. Anything you say.”

“Good girl. Nice to see I’ve got your attention now.” Again without warning, Grace rubbed her fingers between her legs, causing Magalie to arch and moan sharply in reaction. “You are dripping wet, my dear.”

“Yes. You did get my attention, Ms. Sky.”

Grace chuckled, and she allowed the little slip, in the name of variety. She had tied her partner loosely enough to be able to flip her over when she wanted to, and she did so now, smiling at the sight of two erect nipples greeting her.

“What an amazing treat you are.”

“I am yours to command as you wish, Mistress.”

“Indeed. And I shall enjoy toying with you some more. For now, though, I think you should get to work. It is my birthday, after all.”

“I would love to, Mistress.”

Grace let her loose. She lay comfortably back on the pillows with one leg bent at the knee and a lazy finger beckoning her smiling, eager submissive forward.

“Put that lovely mouth of yours to good use, won’t you? Worship your queen. ”

“Yes, Ms. Sky.”

“Do it well enough, and I might please you as well. Later,” Grace specified with a teasing chuckle. “Much later. And only if you beg.”

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She woke up the next morning feeling amazing. Fully restored and energized after a night of fun, naughty games, and multiple orgasms. But Grace was intrigued to find five missed calls on her phone, all from a number she did not recognize. There was one message:

‘Grace. Call me when you get this. It’s urgent.’

Ah. She did remember that voice, though it had been a few years since she’d heard it. It was female, tight, and pinched. Even when things were going well in her world, her younger sister, Chloe, seemed perpetually annoyed with the universe. I wonder what she must be after now.

“Good morning, Ms. Sky.” Magalie rolled over with a soft smile. “How did you sleep?”

“Incredibly well, thanks to you.”

“Great. I love a satisfied customer.”

“Hmm… Yes, very much so.” Grace did not often share her bed with an escort, but she had paid for the entire night. Also, it was after two A.M. by the time they were done, and she would not feel comfortable sending the woman off in a taxi on her own at that time. “How about you? You okay?”

“Yep, all good.” Magalie had that well-fucked look about her which made Grace stare a little longer than appropriate, and wonder what lazy morning-after sex might be like with her. But Magalie was also all business now, even as she winked. “I’m off- duty.”

“Haha,” Grace chuckled. “Yes, indeed.”

“Mind if I grab a quick shower before I leave?”

“Sure, go ahead. Coffee?”

“Oh, yes, please! You are a dream client!”

Grace showered as well after the woman left, gathered her things, and made herself a second cup of coffee. Then she called her sister back.

“Grace. About time,” Chloe answered.

“Hello to you too,” Grace countered easily. “Your sunny disposition is always such a joy to experience. How are you doing, Chloe?”

“Busy. Would it kill you to answer the phone when I call?”

“Well, I was busy too, strange as it may seem.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“Yes. With a lovely lady called Magalie.”

“Oh, cut the crap.”

“No crap, I assure you. It was quality entertainment.”

Once upon a time, Grace would have enjoyed rubbing it in. The more her family resented her ‘lesbianism’, as they called it, as if it were a disease, the more she was tempted to throw it in their faces. To shock, yes, but mainly to assert herself. No one would ever keep her in the closet, feeling ashamed. And if they tried to shut her down, she’d simply yell louder. Since then, she had matured a lot, if not exactly mellow. It helped that nobody in the world of dance cared about her sexuality, and many of her partners at the time were also fluid. As a business icon, the fact that Grace was a woman who loved women only added to her mystique and untamable vibe.

“Since I haven’t got all day, why don’t you tell me why you called?” she encouraged her sister. “I don’t assume it was to wish me a happy birthday.”

As anticipated, Chloe did not even acknowledge this.

“Charlie is in the hospital,” she just supplied resentfully.

Charlie. Grace had to sit down quickly and set her coffee on a nearby table as her entire body went weak at the news. Christ. Charlie. To be fair, even she had forgotten her own birthday and then been otherwise engaged. If not, it would have occurred to her to check on her aunt. Charlie never missed a birthday.

“Is she okay?” she snapped. “What happened?”

“She’s fine. The doctor said it was a heart attack.”

“Oh, God. Are you sure? Not a stroke?”

“Heart attack, I said,” Chloe spat. “I know the difference.”

Because she wanted details and knew her sister would not be forthcoming, Grace swallowed her anger and switched off her emotions. She was good at compartmentalizing, and this conversation clearly required it.

“What’s the prognosis?”

“Not too bad.”

Chloe’s shrug was almost audible. Or was it a sneer? Was she enjoying making her beg for scraps of information? Grace would not have been surprised to find out it was the case.

“Which hospital is she at?”

“Red Falls General, of course.”

Of course. Chloe never missed a chance to express dismissal and disdain, even when it was unwarranted. Grace gritted her teeth for control.

“You got the name of the doctor?”

“Yeah.”

“Give it to me now.”

“Watkins. So, are you going to fly over?”

Ah… Now then. A slight lifting in her tone caught Grace’s at tention. Did she detect a touch of hope there? Or anticipation? Whatever it was, it made her instantly suspicious And wary as hell.

“Why?” she prompted. “You want me to come?”

“I don’t give a damn either way. I just want to be kept in the loop, that’s all.”

“So, you do, then.”

“What?”

“Give a damn.”

“Grace—”

“Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Of course not. Don’t be weird.”

“Is everyone else okay?”

By ‘everyone else,’ Grace referred mainly to their father, to whom she had not spoken for ages. His choice more than hers, though it had been so long now that she wasn’t sure she even cared. She also had two younger brothers; twins. Their mother had died at the age of sixty-two in a road accident.

“What do you care, Grace?” Chloe decided to challenge her. “It’s not like you bother to check in with us the rest of the time, huh?”

Typical. When they’d all made the situation unbearable for her at home, they blamed her for leaving. And now, this kind of bullshit…

“Perhaps if you showed more interest in engaging with me in a peaceful way, I would check in more often,” Grace pointed out. “It’s not like I haven’t been trying to maintain a connection, is it?”

“Have you?” Chloe snorted. “That’s news to me.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Why did you call, really?”

“I know you care about Charlie, Grace. So, that’s why. Just be fucking grateful, okay?”

Chloe was going to stick to her guns, obviously, and Grace did not care enough about her reasons to want to push it. One thing was for sure, she did not believe her sister. Every time one of the siblings got in touch with her over the years was always to ask for something. A favor, money, a business introduction… No matter, she’d find out soon enough. For now, Grace only just wanted to connect with her aunt.

“Thanks for calling,” she said.

“Are you going to—”

Grace did not listen to the rest, and she hung up on her.