The Ladies' Submissive

By Vicki C. Smith

This is a sequel to "Mannequin", where Viola is unexpectedly and persuasively transformed into a sexy submissive mannequin toy for Malcolm and Mirabel, a dominant couple. After her deliciously erotic encounter, Viola is thrust back into her regular work life, where she encounters the hot and sassy co-worker, Gina. The two of them begin a new journey of lust and sensuality, in preparation for the following weekend, not anticipating what is in store for them when it arrives....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vicki C. Smith
• Release date: Mar 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311765826

Vicki C. Smith

Writing erotic fantasy short stories began just over one year ago for Vicki C. Smith. After much consideration, her first book, a novella entitled "Mannequin" was written over the summer of 2013. Born and raised in Canada, Vicki is an avid reader, cyclist, dancer and enjoys martial arts, rock concerts and travel. When she is not writing, Vicki is either working in the field of business management or spending time with friends and family.

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The Ladies’ Submissive

By Vicki C. Smith

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Copyright 2014 Vicki C. Smith

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All characters and events in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to real people and/or events are coincidental.

I would like to thank J. O’Connor for help in formatting the cover page – great work!

Gina fixed her eyes on the blank, off-white sponge-swirled ceiling above her, as she sprawled her nearly naked body on her cozy queen-size bed. The glow of streetlights shone through a lightly curtained window beside the bed. Silvery satin-like sheets coated her body gently, concealed only by a pair of white lace panties and a sheer lingerie top. After a long work week of toggling between the mundane office work and evenings waiting tables, Gina spent a good portion of the night out with a few colleagues at a local club. Three drinks and a lot of dancing under the strobe lights, surrounded by friends from college was exactly what she needed. Usually, the night would have ended with more partying at an after-hours venue, but instead Gina insisted she needed to get home and sleep. I have to go to work early Saturday morning, she said. She had lied.

Gina didn’t have to work this weekend, though it was a decent excuse to get away; to make an earlier escape. She wanted to clear her mind, to revisit the week’s events. Specifically, the meeting of Viola, the young lady who had patronized her first as a customer at Pierre’s, where she moonlit as a server some weeknight evenings. That one evening, Viola held her attention. Seeing her again on the day job as an awkward office temp was coincidental…or was it? This experience remained with her. Viola, so beautiful and secretive. Gina was drawn to her. She craved her presence.

She wanted her.

Obviously, Viola appearing with her date on Tuesday evening signalled her unavailability, or so Gina believed. Owned and taken by the tall, mysterious professional-looking man that led her to the restaurant that night. Lured. Yes, that seemed more accurate of a description, she thought. He lured her that evening, to be his possession of sorts…to entertain his whims and fantasies, feeding her like a helpless, vulnerable animal, taunting his prey. How Gina longed for a chance to pry Viola from the realm of this manipulative creature.

The date. It was tonight. Viola and the man. She had dressed very elegantly, in a prairie, countryside sort of way, Gina thought. Sexy, yet conservative, outlining her curvy, fit figure as a floral silhouette while enticing you to imagine all that she had beneath it. The heels were sexy and challenging for her. Smirking to herself, Gina recalled the brief engagement she shared with Viola earlier that Friday, helping her in those uncomfortable shoes. She hated heels herself, although observing her new friend struggling like a helpless doe turned her on. Gina had to admit