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“So tonight’s the night, hum?” Leslie said. This was one conversation she needed to keep going. The loquacious woman might tell her everything she needed to know.
“I think so, although the fireworks won’t start for awhile, Jane’s into Chris a lot now, so they’re probably getting it on privately.”
“How long do these scenes go on?”
“Who knows,” she shrugged. “Sometimes hours, if they’re really into something.”
“A lot lately you say. Chris her girlfriend?”
“Yeah, but not really. Jane’s been kinda messed up since her lady was murdered.”
“You mean Felicia?” Leslie guessed.
“Yeah, you knew her?”
“A friend of mine used to live with her.”
“Really? She was a strange one but I think Jane really had something for her. Brought her here a couple of times. Once she made her really sweat on the pulley’s back there. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so wild as those two. That Felicia woman looked as though she never wanted to stop.”
“What were they like?” Leslie asked with eyes brightening in admiration, so that her talkative friend would keep talking.
“They were in here a month ago, I think. Jane had the dame crawling on the floor; I’ve never seen anyone lick boots the way she did. I’m told she was a Dom most of the time, but the way she acted, you’d never believe it. The brand on her ass? They say Jane did that, but no one really knows for sure.”
“A brand?”
“Yeah, there’s lots of woman doing that now. I guess it’s not as painful as you’d think. I mean if you’re into pain, how much worse could it be? That bitch? She had one right in the middle of her pretty ass. Some weird something, musta meant something to them.”
“Did you see them in a scene together?”
“Kinda, part of one anyway, when she had her on the pulley’s, but you see I’m getting awfully hot while it’s going on, and this little thing comes in and leans on my arm, and I couldn’t wait any longer, so I took out my stuff on her butt. We were both really roaring.” She remembered the delicious moment with a lusty grin. “Anyway, by the time I’m done, Jane closes the door on the audience. Damn, that lady screamed like holy hell. But she was the most peaceful bitch I’ve ever seen when she left. I think she must have looked like that when she was dead, that peaceful. They say she was tied up when she died. I’m surprised they didn’t arrest Jane, though you know we don’t talk to police much here and we never use last names. Keeps things pretty clean. I figure most people aren’t using real names anyway, not at first.”
“You think Jane might have killed her?” Leslie asked in her best gossipy, non-detective tone of voice.
“Wouldn’t that be a hoot!” she exclaimed. “But nah, Jane’s not like that. I think she really liked the bitch even though she treated her like dirt.”
“So, you saw them together a lot?”
“No, just a couple of times. I don’t really remember any other scenes together. But I think the Felicia lady liked to show off. Seems like one night she was masturbating in the middle of the orgy room with everyone watching. Yeah, I remember that,” the woman’s memory was suddenly refreshed. “She was just really getting herself off. That’s probably the first time I saw her here. Her hands in her crotch, some flimsy dress all messed up. Yeah, she was a real nasty whore that night, too. She was whipping herself, while Jane stared at her, barking commands in this weird whisper you couldn’t quite hear, but you could feel the stuff between them. Damn insane if you ask me.”
“She was whipping herself?” Leslie asked.
“Little leather thong whip. Real little, like maybe she carried the thing with her all the time. Her face was vacant. I remember that the most, and suddenly how her vacant expression would vanish and she’d become a whole new woman, animated and alive—right in the middle of flailing herself with that whip. I was thinking that it really had to hurt her cunt, but she seemed real happy about it—even as red and raw as it was.”
“I never knew the woman, I guess it was my loss,” Leslie said. She was finding it difficult not to be aroused by the way the woman talked and the stories of Felicia, though it seemed a little crass to be getting off on someone who was now dead, and not yet in her grave.”
“You ever see Betsy, the woman they arrested?” Leslie asked.
“No, at least I don’t think so. God, her picture has been plastered all over the place. Cute thing. I’d guess she was submissive, so I’m not sure how they’re pinning this murder on her, but if you’re in the scene, I think you can really go either way depending on your mood. Except Doms like Jane; they never switch.”
“You played with her?”
“Naw, but maybe some time. I’ve never come on to her. I like my Doms more feminine, kinda like you.” Her eyes suddenly gleamed with interest. Finished talking, she was ready for a change.
“Sorry, I’m waiting for someone,” Leslie said.
“Sure, I know,” the woman replied smiling, not at all hurt by rejection. For the second time that night, a woman slipped off the seat next to Leslie, moving on to something they needed that Leslie wasn’t ready to provide. At least she was getting somewhere, maybe if she remained in her seat, she’d eventually find out everything that she needed to know.
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