The Lady in Red Quilt

By Andy Betz

The Lady in Red Quilt is a mystery that must be finished to understand. The dedication is the warning. The nonlinear elements are the obstacles. Caveat emptor and carpe diem.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524524746

Andy Betz

The author, Andy Betz, is as eclectic as his writing. He is a man who must be met (in one of a variety of high school, college, or CPR courses he teaches) to be believed. He collects occupations, and if you are reading this, the current count is now ninety. He will include a photo with his next novel.

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Copyright © 2016 by Andy Betz.

Edited by: Rebecca Fox

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Rev. date: 07/18/2016

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CONTENTS

Dedication

Book One: Prologue

Book Two: Daphne Evans

Book Three: Samantha Lombard

Book Four: The Sewing Circle

Book Five: In the Beginning

Book Six: Daphne and Dan

Dedication

The story of this novel is as unusual as the novel itself. In August of 2012, while working at the Master Gunman indoor shooting range, I met Mr. Robin Sinclair. Mr. Sinclair, a head hunter for a never-to-be- mentioned publishing company, and I began a conversation concerning his business. I asked, and he replied, that he was looking for original material that could be useful for his employer. He dangled a $300 number and I began work on three stories. He enjoyed a few of the stories. He enjoyed receiving the stories, via email, for free, even better. Needless to say, both of us departed without a sale. Narrating this encounter to my two best customers, Lisa and Jason, and listening to their inspiration and advice, I began a series of poems, then original stories, then rewritten stories, then rewrites, then more rewrites. Each week, they came into the gun range to shoot. With each trip, they kept encouraging me to write more. Using my Windows 95 laptop, circa 1997, I wrote more during the rest of 2012 and into 2013. I took each of their suggestions to heart and molded the story (as well as having the story mold me) accordingly. One story led to another and cohesiveness began to develop. I asked a colleague at Gwinnett College, Ms. Rebecca Fox, to edit each story. To both her delight and disgust, she agreed and poured through each page and listened to each of my ideas about how each character would develop. Many arguments led to many changes. Ms. Fox and I still have our differences about the stories. For her help, I am grateful and credit her as my editor. However, for the inspiration and ideas provided by my two best customers and the push to see it through to the end, I dedicate the entire contents. They do not have to agree with everything I wrote, but they are the reason I wrote everything I wrote. Thank you, Lisa and Jason.

Book One: Prologue

I have never received such compensation. It was all I could continue to speak, in soft tones, as if the walls in my bedroom could hear. I knew they could not. I also thought I knew this woman better than I did. She met me for lunch exactly three months ago, and each subsequent meeting began with lunch and proceeded with another verbal narrative concerning my life. This American wanted to know everything. I was to omit nothing. I hesitantly complied. She took notes and recorded all I narrated. To the novice, she interviewed me. To a set of more experienced eyes, she became me. I remembered her accent slowly changed from her northern California slang to the formal Victorian tongue of my mother’s home in Kent. Normally, one would avoid such a person, but she was caring, careful, and eager to provide compensation for all of our time spent together.

I sat upright in my bed for the last time. I could not resolve if I actually wanted to sign the final contract. I agonized for nearly an hour without resolution. If I signed, I would return to Kent, to my mother’s home with the funds required to maintain the small estate in the manner she expected. I would cease to be who I was in the US and return to who I was to be in the UK. If I did not sign, I would be destitute soon and a burden on others. My bed and breakfast fell into disrepair years before. I recovered a part of my equity during its sale to my first associate, now a licensed physician. My employment as an investigator began evaporating as quickly as the new partners audited my financial records. I needed their bankrolling to renew the enterprise. They, however, did not need me during the renewal of the enterprise.

I knew I must sign. Every bone in my body told me I should. I struggled with consigning myself to oblivion. She did not want to purchase my biography, she wanted to purchase me. Signing meant selling my name, my appearance, my history, and my identity. I have always been who I am. My mother’s and my aunt’s influences, my failed marriage, my writings, my loves, and my losses went on the auction block today. She measured my value and calculated a price. Her financial efficiency mirrored her unobstructed cunning. Had I encountered her earlier, I would have proposed she engaged in employment under my terms. Unfortunately, today, and forevermore, I would be under her terms. I watched my quill guide my hand across the contract leaving my last signature with this name.

Consigned and resigned to my new future, across the pond,

Miss Adler

Book Two: Daphne Evans

Miss Evans, my name is Michael Johnston. I will be conducting your … It was all I heard. I know he kept speaking and I know I should be listening, but I didn’t care. My life changed diametrically with the events of the last 4 weeks. I always believed working for TZP Corp would be all that I ever wanted. A cozy job, with full benefits, and upward mobility would check many of my boxes. In a few years, I would be a project manager, a few more, maybe an executive leading my own division. However, none of this would transpire.

… your involvement with the financial losses still remains unclear … Just under one month ago, Nigel Carruthers recruited me right out of graduate school. I had a newly printed Master’s Degree in Computer Science, a sexy job, and an equally sexy boss. Nigel said he wanted me for my computer skills. I knew better. On the day of my interview, Nigel wanted me for more, much more than those skills.

… our records indicate a total of $150,000 in cash and $250,000 in corporate bonds missing … I remember my first day of full employment. Nigel and his now ex-wife Judith trained new employees. I was Nigel’s prodigy and Judith’s project. They had only one week to bring me up to speed on my duties. My official TZP Corporation title was forensic accountant. I was to find missing money and follow the trail to find the people who stole the money. The sooner I recovered these missing funds, the greater my compensation. Basically, I was a corporate collection agency. The difference was that I did not go after hundreds; I went after millions. I did not make harassing phone calls, I lured the thieves to bring the money to me, give the money to me, beg me to take it, and all the while, want to please me for doing so. Judith set my schedule and prepped me for each mission". Nigel briefed me the morning of June 2nd and arrived at my hotel room, at noon, to ensure I was ready.

… please explain the nature of you relationship with Nigel Carruthers. That I did hear. It all seems so simple now. With all of my bravado and education, I cannot believe I fell for such a simple sting. Miss Evans, I am still waiting for …

… my body started to sway, almost like I was shivering while standing up. I moved in even closer to Nigel. I pressed my breasts against his chest. Nigel eagerly advanced his agenda. I didn’t need any more persuading. By now my audience became as mesmerized as I expected. He did not care for an answer to his questions. Mr. Johnston barely paid lip service to his job. He wanted me to use my wiles to take him down my primrose path. So typical of the people I encountered in my life. However, it did allow me to dictate the terms of this conversation, so I continued on. Before the last words were out of his mouth, Nigel did what I allowed him to do. He actually performed fairly well. His technique was worth the effort I required to get what I wanted. I licked everywhere… using my lips and mouth even as my hands alternated between… I felt Nigel’s hands move through my hair, positioned to guide my . .

The next ten minutes provided me the opportunity to spin a sexual yarn deserving of some award. What I said should have been a promo for a 1-900 phone number at $4 per minute. I wrapped my legs around his back and worked him more than he worked me. My constant stream of aggressive vocabulary finally had me on the brink again. Sensing that he was ready, I dug my nails in deep into his back. When he finished, Nigel was exhausted and fell on top of me. We were both breathing hard and my heart was pounding in my chest. He was still twitching and I pushed Nigel off of me to reach him. Nigel began to protest, but I was in charge. If he could answer the bell for Round 3, it would be Christmas for me. If he couldn’t, I would still get what I wanted. And what I wanted was control. I would pick my assignments and I would call the shots. I needed my mouth to tell Nigel of our new arrangement. The instant he balked, I let go of him. I let him see me so he knew what he was soon to be missing. Nigel understood, and then agreed to some, then to all of my occupational desires. The next hour I convinced Nigel of the benefits of our new arrangements. I am so good at living vicariously in my own stories.

… um, Miss Evans, you do not look well. Do you need a glass of water? Once again, Mr. Johnston’s voice seemed as distant as the stars. I have trouble concentrating on his monotone voice. I also had difficulty concentrating on everything else.

I lost just over two minutes reviewing my Rolodex of that interview. I awoke with a medic checking my blood pressure and the foul odor of smelling salts wafting nearby. My clothes are slightly disheveled, almost as hot flash I’ve seen other women endure. I saw Mr. Johnston write psychological and physiological on a sheet of paper from my file. I recovered quickly enough, regained my composure, and watched the medic leave the room. Michael continued his interrogation.

"Now that you are well again, Miss Evans, could you explain the incident with, who our file indicates, as Bette? This was when both of you were still undergraduates. Our interviews with Bette indicate this was the first time you recovered stolen property for a commission. The Carruthers write that this is what caught their eye about your talents. We have some of the details, but I require a full narrative to close this case. I took another sip of water, a deep breath, and began the story of Bette.

It was the last Friday of the summer, and my roommate Bette and I were ready for a girl’s night out, a night to remember before our classes started. We decided to try a new club, the only one in town we had not been to. We had to wait twenty minutes on the line outside, but once inside, it was well worth it. The crowd was big and the music was great. We ordered drinks and sat at a table in the corner, but not for long. When one of our favorite dance numbers came on, we both got up and headed onto the dance floor. I was very crowded, but two other girls who were dancing together made room for us, and we all sort of did our thing. When the song ended, the two girls introduced themselves as Anna and Joan. We invited them back to our table and we all sat down for a drink. After many drinks and some more dancing, it was suddenly closing time. As we all headed for the door, we agreed that we were not ready to call it a night, so Anna and Joan invited Bette and me back to their beach house for more drinks. The beach house was beautiful. We all grabbed a drink and sat on the deck just over the water, talking and drinking, and drinking some more. Soon, almost inevitably, we were talking about sex, and the conversation ended with us going back into the house so Anna could put on a porno tape for us. It turned out to be about two girls having one hell of a wild time playing with all kinds of toys. I was a little startled by this, and blurted out that I had never seen anything like it before. Anna laughed and reached for a box under the sofa. Joan was grinning, but Bette looked as surprised as I probably did when Anna opened the box and removed something both phallic and accommodating. Having had way too much to drink, I was feeling bolder than usual. I saw Joan still smiling, and Bette watching in amazement as I lay there on the floor with Anna between my bare legs. Soon, I became aware that Bette was lying beside me, moaning as loudly as I was while Joan provided similar choreography. For the next hour Anna and Joan taught us just about everything that girls could do together, and we were very willing pupils.

I paused and waited for Mr. Johnston inevitable query (almost an annoyance). Is that it? Our records indicate you recovered one large platinum and gold braided necklace and over $20000 in cash. Furthermore, you allowed Bette to claim the commission. While I do find you narrative of your actions that night intriguing, I do not understand three things. First, how did you know, this Anna had the necklace? How did you recover the necklace? And finally, why did you allow Bette to claim the commission?

For the first time during this interview, interrogation, questioning, whatever the people I cannot see call it, the people who are pulling the strings on Mr. Johnston, I became focused on the questions. I did not know that Anna had the necklace, but whoever did have it would wear it. In doing so, they would have a tan line that would match the gaudy braid that piece had. All I had to do is troll enough bars to find the thief with that tan line. If I did not succeed, I still had a good time visiting various bars during the summer. Second, recovering the necklace was easy. All I had to do was drink non-alcoholic drinks and then wait for the thief to get drunk enough not to notice my snooping around their house. Even if I could not find the necklace, I could report where the necklace was not. This would make the next attempt of recovery easier. Finally, I allowed Bette to claim the commission because I wanted her to see how profitable this line of work could be for her. In short, I wanted Bette to work with me, maybe together in our own business; maybe as a contractor. Either way, the worst that could happen was that I would sharpen my acting skills and enjoy a randy round of sex. I do not see a downside to any of that.

I found Mr. Johnston take his time to write my story in his notebook. Without a doubt, he was also recording this interview. His superiors would review both prior to deciding my future. It took only a few minutes before Michael (since we were now on such intimate terms) proceeded. Miss Evans, could you please explain the details of your trip to New Orleans with the Carruthers. Please include the four successful recoveries and the one unsuccessful operation resulting in the death of …

… I got up around seven when Judith came by. We were to exchange our assignments for how the other was to spend the day. Judith shared with me her evening with Robert. She was ecstatic about it and gave me every detail. I found myself not jealous, but relating to her as her girlfriend (not as my boss) more than ever before.

I told her about my evening and she was very excited about it, although I sensed she had hoped I’d let things go a little further than they did. I did not get Dan excited enough to present to me the stolen jewelry to wear to the art gallery. If he had, I would have finished this case and would have moved on to focus on Marcus and his computer file liberations. Judith seemed pleased though when she asked if I were considering a more vigorous approach with Dan and I admitted that I was.

Judith had selected for me to have breakfast with Marcus at Schuler’s restaurant followed by some shopping at the Riverwalk Mall. We would have a casual lunch at Marcel’s downtown followed by shopping at Sophia’s. Judith wanted me to have a new dress to wear for Marcus later in the week. Finally, she had me scheduled to go to a private club in the French Quarter for the evening (she would not explain why, maybe an easy recovery?) since Marcus had a business conference that night and we would not be able to get together. She told me she had already told Marcus of the plans and he would pick me up at 8:30 am.

I gave Judith my plans for her and Robert. They included shopping with Robert in the French Quarter, lunch downtown at Marcel’s (they make some of the best gumbo on the planet), and back to the hotel after some more shopping to change clothes and a limo ride to Baton Rouge to have dinner at Charly’s followed by the limo ride home. They would then catch the late show at a jazz club in the Hilton: Robert had played clarinet in high school (his file) and I knew he would enjoy that. Finally they would return to their room. Whatever Judith’s assignment was, she should have plenty of time to make the recovery.

We both loved the other’s choices for the day as well as the wardrobe selections. For Judith, I had selected shorts and a white shirt. These were a favorite of Robert’s and Judith could be comfortable and still be turning him on. For the limo ride, dinner and the show, I selected her red silk dress with red seamed stockings. Her red heels would complete the outfit. She had worn this dress in some pictures for Robert and I knew he would go crazy when he saw it.

She encouraged me to buy a very sexy dress to wear to later that week and that she wanted to help me get ready for my assignment before she and Robert left in the limo.

Judith left for her day and I started to get ready. I showered, shaved my legs and then put on my lingerie and garter belt. Slipping on my white high heels, I sat down at the vanity and carefully did my makeup. I finished with my hair and painted my nails. There were only five minutes left before Marcus was scheduled to pick me up so I quickly stepped into my dress. It was a very stylish dress one might wear for work in an office or for a luncheon. I knew Marcus would like it. I added my earrings and other jewelry and was checking my appearance in the mirror when Marcus knocked on the door. I opened the door and found myself very happy he was there. He took me in his arms and gave me a long passionate kiss and his customary quick feel of my rear. I found myself responding right away.

You look beautiful, he said. You look great in that dress.

We grabbed a cab and, on the way to eat, Marcus snuck several kisses as he held my hand and stroked my thighs. We talked and laughed and when we arrived, we had a great table. Breakfast was exquisite and afterwards I told Marcus I needed to go to the room to change into some flats for walking when we shopped.

Marcus frowned, Only if I get to see you in high heels again later, he joked.

I assured him he would. I changed and we walked through the Riverwalk Mall. We browsed and got to know each other even better. I swear, a short skirt and stockings makes my job so easy. Later, we ate a light lunch. Marcus wanted to go with me to look for my new dress but I told him I wanted to surprise him and I should go alone. He dropped me back at the hotel and we said our goodbyes since Marcus had a business conference that night and we wouldn’t be able to see each other. He parked the car and we kissed several times. I decided to be more aggressive as I reached for his… It is at this time that I tried again to lead my audience away from the answers they sought. I, of course, had wild, passionate, and dangerous sex with Marcus in his car. I remained in control at all times. This type of behavior always pays great dividends. Today would be no different.

He couldn’t believe what was happening. I would not let Marcus speak, not even a grunt. By his reaction, Marcus had never used his car in such a manner. He looked a nervous, maybe at the chance of being caught. I picked up the pace and he responded as if on cue. Even I could not take this for long. Fortunately, his eyes rolled back in his head first. I did everything to concentrate on him. I needed to know every nuance, every detail of his face. I had much bigger plans for Marcus for the future. This fish would not get away. When he finished, I gave him a quick peck on his cheek and a coquette smile. Would he remember this? Yes, he would. A gentle stroke on the face and a whisper in Marcus’s ear about what he could expect in the future and I was off.

I went upstairs, cleaned up, and changed back into high heels. I figured I’d need them if I were trying on dresses. Sophia’s was conveniently located across the street from the hotel. It was fun being out on the town with that freshly pampered look. I was in heat and it felt odd, but nice, walking into the store knowing I was there for the express purpose of finding a sexy dress to wear for Marcus later that week only so he could remove it as he saw fit.

I browsed around some and made my way to the cocktail dresses. The saleswoman was very helpful. She showed me a number of dresses in my size. I selected a few and made my way to the dressing room. I tried on a couple before I found the dress I was looking for. It was white, sleeveless, cut high at the neck but showing part of my upper back. It was very form fitting and hemmed above my knees. It was very classy but very sexy at the same time. I checked myself in the mirror outside the changing room.

I looked sensational. I paid for the dress and left for a lingerie shop in the French Quarter that I knew did a lot of business: I wanted to find some special lingerie to wear under my new dress. The sales woman was very complimentary of my appearance and of my selection of a dress. After some browsing I tried on a new white corset that was absolutely gorgeous. It would be a little tight when fully laced but it pulled my waist in a lot and gave me a great figure. A few other items completed my purchases.

I got back to the hotel and went to Judith’s room to help her get ready for her evening. Robert had gone out for a walk and Judith and I talked while she got ready. She and Robert had a wonderful day and she was looking forward to their evening. Her red silk dress and high heels matched perfectly and she looked gorgeous. Her previous evening with Robert had left her hungry for more.

I had to ask Judith about my assignment at the private club tonight. In the closest are your outfit and a few toys I want you to carry with you, Daphne. Judith never broke stride as she applied her makeup. Grab the clothes and put them on. You will be pleasantly surprised. Judith was correct. The outfit was for a dominatrix. It was tight leather corset with garters, a bullwhip, and thigh high leather boots with 5 inch spiked heels. She assisted me in donning the corset and tying the back. I arranged the remaining pieces by myself.

Hurry up and finish dressing, Daphne! I have to brief you and apply your makeup. Now Judith’s voice was as stern as mine would be tonight. I exited the bedroom with everything on.

Judith was now more boss than girlfriend. Sit down here while I apply your makeup and fix your hair. You will wear the trench coat and take a waiting cab the club. Tonight, you will go by the name of Mistress Mary. Do not speak or react to anyone until security makes contact with you and escorts you to the back of the club. There you will meet the owners of the club. These lesbians refer to themselves as The Sisters but are not related. Furthermore, they think you are bought and paid for. This brought an inquisitive look from me and a tighter than usually pull on my hair from Judith.

Don’t look so surprised, Mistress Mary. Yes, they will devour you and yes, they expect you to reciprocate in kind. There are enough toys, handcuffs, lube in your back for a gangbang. However, all of this is a charade. I expect you to recover something special tonight. The sisters have cameras recording important people in compromising positions on their computer. They most likely will be recording you also. Sewn into your corset, parallel to the boning, are two flash drives. One is empty and will copy the contents of their computer hard drive. The other has a virus on it that will destroy not only the sister’s computer, but all computers linked to it. It is this simple, Daphne. Do what you have to and return safely.

I turned to look at myself in the mirror and was astonished. Judith made me up to be not just a dominatrix, but one scary dominatrix. Oh, and two more things, Mistress Mary. The sisters like their sex rough. I want you to wear this half mask to cover your eyes. It will only add to your mystique and help hide your identity.

We heard a knock on the door and I knew Robert had returned. Judith went to let him before I could grab the trench coat. Having no choice, I became Mistress Mary and greeted Robert with the butt end of the whip pressed against his face and an order for him to bow before me. Surprised and curious, Robert complied with my orders. I wanted him to lick my boots, but Judith intervened stating, Thank you for the tips, Sister Mary. I will be sure to use them at Mass. I put on my coat and stepped over Robert on my way downstairs and to the waiting cab. How Robert talked his way out of this I will never know.

I exited the hotel and saw a cab driver, who immediately recognized my profession by my appearance. I entered and away we went. I noticed the cab driver staring in his rear view mirror a couple times checking out my legs.

I arrived at the private club and went inside. It was much nicer than I expected and there was a mixed crowd. I knew I did not fit in here, and because of this, security found me easily. The larger of the two men whispered, Mistress Mary and I shot him a look that could make most men wet their pants. Knowing they had the correct person, they escorted me to a private room to search my bag. Finding nothing unusual, they both began to search me. I will relate few details other than if the sisters had not summoned me (I am sure they were watching), security would have taken me right then and there. It might have been fun, but definitely not profitable.

I entered the sister’s room and was ready for action. The Sisters, Sue and Janie, were more than a little tipsy. I also saw that they both had just finished a touch only special sisters could share. Together, they were the appetizer. Tonight, I was the entrée. I took off the trench coat and removed the handcuffs from my bag. They looked directly at one another and beckoned me to come closer. Sue was a tall, athletic, and blonde, with brilliant blue eyes and a warm smile. Janie was short, brunette, with large breasts and hips, and somewhat scary brown eyes. Looks could be deceiving and who was I to talk. I walked toward them on the super high spikes, overemphasizing the sway of my hips. My thighs glided against each other, as smoothly rubbed silk. I…I’d like to see you in that outfit, Sue hesitatingly said, looking directly into Janie’s eyes. Janie also hesitated a moment, then said, So would I. I looked at Janie, then at Sue, and in a tight, low voice asked Sue, Are there any things either off you have yet to experience? Both of them were slow to answer. Mistress Mary does not repeat herself. I had my hand on the bullwhip, stroking the butt end. I set my legs in a stance wider than most people would find comfortable. At this moment I gave Mr. Johnston a hardcore soliloquy of my actions that most likely melted his pen. I was not ashamed of my actions or my vocabulary. I made him more uncomfortable than he has ever been before. Both sisters replied they were open to new experiences. I continued, Have either of you had a fantasy you thought you could NEVER act out. The Sisters were ready to play their role. Mistress Mary, please help us live out our fantasies! I set the stage. Are you ready, slaves? They paused for a second and responded in the affirmative.

Taking my cue from the certainty in their voice and words, I wanted to handcuff both, but they wanted me submissive, at least at first. The role-playing was easy. I said breathlessly, Mistress Mary enjoys the idea of being helpless before a demanding lover. Your technique better be worth my while. They took the cuffs and grabbed my hands. Sue forcefully pulled them behind my back. Janie used the handcuffs to secure my hands. I was now bound. I tried to move my arms experimentally, but they were not coming apart anytime soon. Sue stroked my cheek with one hand, very softly and slowly. Janie’s hands worked on my rear. I kept eye contact with Sue and let Janie do as she pleased. I may be bonded, but I was still going to be in control. Since they did not break Mistress Mary, they let go and moved back to sitting on the couch, just as before. I twirled around once directly in front of their faces, and moved to gently sit down across their laps.

Michael Johnston became puzzled by my story. I knew he wanted to hear my voice relate the entire sordid affair for his eternal memory. But, while his eyes said yes, his lips barked no. Miss Evans, please stay on the topic of your purpose. I understand the tactics, but what was your strategy for success?

Such a simple request for editing. This one time I complied.

I planned what was to come when I earned my release. I ordered both Sue and Janie to lie on the bed with their asses in the air. Janie and Sue had never seen my collection of toys, of course, and I took them all out and laid them on the bed between the sisters. Janie’s eyes widened as I placed them down in order (from smallest to largest) and I could see her asking herself what she had gotten into. I looked down at them, walking around in my spiked heels. I felt so wonderful in the tight, tight satin dominatrix corset, feeling the silk and leather smoothness as my thighs brushed against each other with every step. Afterward, it was easy to handcuff them to the rail fixing their rears in place for me. The sisters were more than willing to experience anything I would do to them.

When I sensed that they were as accommodating as I wanted, I began my endgame. It was not difficult to understand that their pleasure meant their helplessness. A few slaps here, a tightening of handcuffs there, followed by a gag and a blindfold, and I was ready to use their computer.

What I did to them was nothing more than what they wanted. In reality, it was exactly what they needed. I concluded it was a small price to pay.

But enough of fantasy, I had a job to finish. Each was still quivering and anticipating another round of adventure. I ripped the seam of the corset releasing the two flash drives. The sister’s computer was on their desk and on. Unfortunately, I forgot to ask Judith which flash drive was which and security started to pound on the door. I placed one drive in the computer and hoped for the best. Damn! This one began downloading the virus. Security was trying to break down the door. I had just enough time to return to Sue and begin and spanking her. I cracked the bullwhip just as security entered the room.

What they saw shock them, but most likely did not surprise them. Security interpreted the sister’s screams for help and not moans of pleasure. Mistress Mary commands the three of you to finish off these bitches. Do what I say NOW! Or bear the consequences when I release them. They saw the lash marks on Janie’s red ass. None had to be told twice. I watched them drop their pants. Do it now, as Mistress Mary commands! Like zombies to a brainfest, these boys finished what I had started. In all of the excitement, I palmed the flash drive and left the bar. The entire time I kept the mask over my eyes. The entire time, the flashdrive downloaded the virus. The entire time, no one saw who Mistress Mary was. I exited through a side door and hailed a cab. I smelled like the dirtiest whore in New Orleans and looked like the cheapest slut after a double shift.

Apparently, cabdrivers do not charge if you have these qualities. He dropped me off two blocks from my hotel where I just walked in as if no one cared. The concierge gave my key to me and I went inside my room to cleanup. While I didn’t achieve 100% success, I did make sure the sisters could not profit from their actions. Not a bad night for work. What a great night for sleep.

I was looking forward to the next day with Judith, Robert, and Marcus. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

Alright Daphne, I now understand the computer crashes along the Gulf Coast that weekend. Mr. Johnston’s voice again, damn! Just in the middle of reliving a great adventure, he speaks. While you were shopping for Marcus and prepping for the sisters, what was Judith doing? Our records are not clear on this point. I noticed Mr. Johnston had a way of slipping from first person to second person, almost a Freudian slip. Was this deliberate? Or was this to get me to reveal more than I should?

Judith told me what she and Robert did that day. Most of the time, they spent as new lovers enjoying what New Orleans had to offer. It was the most generic explanation I could muster. Miss Evans, we know that Robert is a thief and a very good one. We also know Judith is an expert in both feminine wiles and recovery of stolen property. I will be honest here, quid pro quo, what we do not know is what Robert stole and how Judith recovered it. Could you please elaborate?

I could and I did as such. Here is Judith’s story as she told it to me

Robert and Judith walked back to the hotel to prepare for their trip to Baton Rouge.

I popped into Judith’s room. I wanted to be refreshed for the bars and clubs that evening.

I have your assignment for tonight, your clothes are in the closet, Judith’s voice changed as she helped me changed and did my makeup.

Where was Robert, anyway? I inquired.

He was napping and I found a creative way to wake him up. Judith always had a seductive smile when this went her way. I asked for details and she was more than willing to supply them.

What did you do?, as if I did not already know

Nothing that hasn’t been done before, I’m sure, Judith smiled nastily. Hours ago, Judith pulled out the covers that were tucked in at the bottom of the bed and crawled under the sheets for a sneak attack. Robert couldn’t get enough of this one of life’s little pleasures.

Judith said they laughed and hit the shower. Robert got dressed first and waited for the limo in the hotel lobby. Next, Judith said she slipped into a crimson-colored silk dress with a matching belt to accentuate her waist, and finally, a pair of red heels.

Judith said the limo was fantastic. Robert put up the tinted window between the driver and us as I easily slipped out of my dress. He sat comfortably on the seat opposite me, with his feet up and a shit-eating grin on his face.

And what is that countenance all about?

Oh, just enjoying the view, he stated matter-of-factly.

She hopped on his lap and slipped off his jacket. Neither linen nor silk rated well when it came to being wrinkle free and who wants to look disheveled in a nice restaurant? She straddled him. He slowly unzipped his pants and she groaned with delight as he slid his hands, one in front and one in back.

Judith said she collapsed on top of him and their bodies endeavored to find a common rhythm to heavy breathing. They lay there for what seemed a long time and finally dressed again as the limo rolled into Baton Rouge, Louisiana’s state capital.

They enjoyed the meal and the drinks but didn’t seem to have the energy to converse much. All Robert and Judith could do was staring into each other’s eyes with dumb grins on their faces.

During the limo ride home, Judith said they slowly sipped another drink and napped, their bodies spent from the combination of alcohol and physical pleasure. When they arrived back at the hotel, it was all they could do to get back to the room.

Um, Miss Evans, once again you are astute in relating details of a sexual nature, but you did not answer my questions. Nothing recovered that evening, I explained. Judith recovered nothing THAT evening.

I woke up early the next day and just lay in bed thinking. The first part of the trip had been a blast and I couldn’t wait to see what today would bring. I found myself thinking about Marcus and what we had planned for the day. I also remembered what I would have to do to close the deal with Dan. And then of course, Judith could have something special planned for me, at a moment’s notice. We were going to