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Darkling:There are some who do. Others who think they know how to handle themselves until they poke the beast and then balk at what they awaken.
EnemySquare:Are you the dungeon master?
Darkling:…Ha! I’ve been called worse.
EnemySquare:But what do you like to be called?
Darkling:Mistress of the Dark Web works well for me. I also respond to Mistress Extraordinaire or Hey You.
EnemySquare:Now who has a big head?
Darkling:I never claimed otherwise. So what are you doing here? Lurking? Playing by dipping your foot into blacker pools?
EnemySquare:Depends, because you never told me what the punishment will be.
Darkling:Do not let anyone tell you I’m easily manipulated. You’re in my world now, sweet thing, and I’m perfectly free to tell you what I want, or not.
EnemySquare:Well, a friend of mine used to come on here and play but he never mentioned anything about a Mistress. I think his wife might have objected.
Let’s see what this woman knows. If it’s not a catfish situation. This is my chance to establish an intro, see what kind of information I might be able to get regarding our stiff.
Darkling:Seems to me you’re getting a little ahead of yourself. Trying to get information out of me when I know nothing about you.
EnemySquare:You’re not a very good mistress if you don’t know at least a few things about me by now. Go ahead and surprise me. What have you learned?
Darkling:Ha! I’m also not one to rise to bait, no matter how tempting it looks dangling in front of me. You’re going to have to give me a little bit more if you want something. A real quid pro quo situation, you understand?
EnemySquare:What do you want from me, then?
Darkling:Probably something more than you’d be willing to give me. Want to lasso the moon?
EnemySquare:Sorry, I’m not George Bailey.
Darkling:And I’m impressed with a man who knows I’m referencing a movie from 1946. (raindrop emoji)
I find myself smiling at the screen, impressed with the quick and easy banter. Catching my reflection in the laptop screen is enough to have me slamming it shut.
Fuck, no. This is exactly the kind of behavior I came home to escape. Why I’m not still out on the street with my ass prickled and cold, helping Naomi put the pieces of our cases together and making them fit.
I haul my ass into the shower and flip the switch on, cold water blasting out of the shower head. First, blowjobs in an alley, and now acting as if I’m in a teen drama in a chat room, getting giddy from the attention.
I’ve got to get a handle on the situation ASAP.
Or else I’ll get too deep over my head to ever resurface.
FOUR
aria
My heels tapa line across the wooden floor. I’ll be expected to leave them at the office door, something about germs and shit like that. It’s a risk to wear them in the hallway in the first place.
The building is pristine. Neat. Obsessively clean. Just the way Broderick expects for his house and for all of his jobs. There isn’t a speck of dust where one doesn’t belong, and even the baseboards are able to pass the white glove test.
My boss is the type of person who needs order and control over every aspect of his life and has the money to make sure it happens. The cleaning service he keeps on retainer has probably made a fortune. Good thing they know how to keep their mouths shut, too. There are certain things you undertake for Broderick that mean death if you blab.
Such as my job.
Even when I take a few minutes to play online, my personal project has made millions for him already and gives me the sort of satisfaction a woman only gets from two places: a great piece of chocolate or an orgasm.
