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“Take off your clothes. That corset lookssogarish and uncomfortable.”
“If that’s what you wish.”
“A little deference might be nice, too!”
Mitch hid the roll of her eyes. “Of course, ma’am.” She loosened the first of her laces, albeit slowly, in case Violet changed her mind. “Should I call you Ms. Pell? Or Ms. Martin?”
“Ugh. Gross.” Violet completely flopped into her pillows. The petulance in her voice harkened to some of the theater kids Mitch worked with onOklahoma!andWest Side Story.One classmate in particular had to be the star of every musical or shedied.When she didn’t get her way? She sounded exactly like Violet now. “If I wanted to be known for either my mother or father, I would have gone into the family trades. Don’t call me anything.”
Mitch’s back breathed in relief once her corset started coming undone. “Understood.”
“You don’t have to make a show out of it,” Violet said. “I’m so over people dancing suggestively like it accomplishes anything. You’re selling yourself short if you think that’s what won you the Summit.”
Mitch hesitated before letting Candace’s corset fall off her body. “I’m always interested in hearing how I can improve.”
“Improve? Jesus, she thinks she can improve.” Violet sat up long enough to grab her vape off the floor. Soon, artificial citrus filled the air. At least it wasn’t tobacco. “Maybe you can. I can’t tell you how, though. There’s a reason everyone who talks about you is willing to throw thousands of dollars at Vanessa Richards to see you naked right in front of them. You eat it up, don’t you? That’s what made you a winner. We love it when women love it.”
The corset was gingerly placed on an empty table. As Mitch unrolled the waist of her fishnets, she said, “I’m also a good actress.”
“There’s acting your way out of a paper bag, then there’s that look of sheer bliss you had on your face when your Mistress fucked you in front of a hundred strangers.”
Mitch stepped out of her fishnets. She was mostly naked now, except for the underwear clinging to her hips. She did not immediately remove them. Violet wasn’t even looking at her. “That was a couple of years ago. You’re telling me you still think about it?”
“You’re the whole reason I started giving women another go. I was disillusioned with all of these soft submissives to the point I reconsidered my whole sexuality. Except men are so… droll. What’s a girl to do, Michelle?”
That’s almost… flattering.“Let’s not ask what you want from me, then.” She came close enough for Violet to touch, but Mitch had a feeling the despondent daughter of privilege had no interest in acting out any latent fantasies mulling in her mind. “What do you need from me?”
“If I said I needed you to sit on my face and suffocate me to death, would you do it?”
“Is that how you want to go?”
Violet’s cackle violently shook the air. “That would be something! Ah, now that I say it out loud, maybe not. Do you know a lot about intrusive thoughts? I’m always plagued by them. They’re nothing fun like ‘jump off the dock and drown’ or ‘throw yourself in front of that Mercedes.’ It’s always ‘let them choke you ‘til you pass out’ and ‘spank me until I bleed out.’ I’ve had so many therapists. Which is why I’m dumping all of this on you, a naked woman who was sent here by my godmother, or my brother, doesn’t matter. I’m surrounded by perverts. I’m a pervert, too.” She took a good look at Mitch, who still stood with her arms akimbo. “It’ssounfair. You’re barely five feet tall, right? Yet you’ve got this bangin’ body that most of my model friends would kill to have. Grass is always greener, right? I bet you have a lot of complaints.”
“I’ve gotten a lot more comfortable with my body these past few years.”
Violet’s vape pen obscured her face. “Must be nice. What’s your secret?”
Mitch had to think about it. “Letting go of what I think it means to be a woman.”
Most would have written that off as an empty phrase, but Violet contemplated the pen in front of her mouth before shrugging.
“What’s it like being with Vanessa Richards? She’s intriguing to me.”
“Tell you what.” Mitch saw an opportunity and wasn’t about to let it slip through her bare fingers. “If I tell you, you have to tell me what you think of your godmother.”
Violet was visibly curious by the prospect. “All right.” She made room for Mitch in the pillow pile. “Come. Have a seat. I promise I don’t touch without permission.”
The pile was more impressive than Mitch anticipated. Although the pillows were an uncomfortable mix of firm and soft, there were so many packed together that the biggest threat to Mitch’s comfort was accidentally slipping into the cracks and asphyxiating beneath a stack of pillows. Yet she took a cue from Violet, who expertly maneuvered herself as if this were the only way she lounged around the world.
Mitch hoped that she had convinced Violet that she was still smooth and cool as she propped herself up on a small pile of firm pillows. “Maybe I like the element of surprise,” she said once she had Violet’s attention again, “when it’s used to my benefit.”
“You must be into some kinky shit if you’re hanging out with women like Candace, but you promised to tell me about your girlfriend first.”
“I did.” Mitch curled one leg beneath the other as her right foot extended toward Violet’s lap. What unnerved her wasn’t that Violet almost looked like she was about to grab that ankle and squeeze that foot: it was that Mitch did it without thinking, as if this were another night at the club and Vanessa was only, at most, one room away. There was no veil of safety here. Mitch was at the mercy of these people and what entitled them. She had to remember that, not get swept up into what her damned body thought might be a few minutes of fun. “My Mistress is a very understanding woman.”
“She seems to love you very much. Must be nice.” Violet leaned deeper into her pillow, the scent of her vape pen now more potent. “I don’t know much about her, though, besides the gossip. Is it true that someone was trying to kill her? For a bad investment?”
“That her father did, yes.”
