And as the care- fully chosen songs reached all the intentionally chosen "pas- sages" and "phrases", the two of them exchanged all the right "signals".And as the care- fully chosen songs reached all the intentionally chosen "pas- sages" and "phrases", the two of them exchanged all the right "signals". By the time she got down off the stage, Linda KNEW she had a far better than even shot at securing another credible MASTER! Where she was "pretty sure" before, she was virtually certain, now! This time, she didn't play stalling games getting to the other end of the bar. She cut through behind the bar, around the stage and up around the end where she sank into the still empty chair and said: "If you're who and what I think you are, I've been waiting a long long time for you --- Paul --- MASTER PAUL!" in a low, sexually tinted and tainted, throaty voice. He smiled at her with those pale blue eyes --- leaned over with his mouth and nose breathing hotly in her ear and said: "Slide forward. Up against the bar. Spread your legs out against it. Fold your arms up on the bar. Lean forward. Like you're tired!" And as Linda obeyed, he reached down inside her bikini pants and fingered the four golden rings in the lips of her wet sex. "Just four?" "Uh-huh," came the subservient reply. "What did you say?" "Just four --- " and haltingly, --- "MMMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR" in a low moaning, whispered tone. "Better --- much better!" "It's been a while, hasn't it Linda? How long?" "Three years, MASTER --- almost four --- except for MISTRESS MARLA --- who really doesn't count." "Turn toward me. Keep your arms on the bar. Pull your top down off your nipples," he commanded quietly in a whisper. She rotated ever so slightly toward him, and secretively, with a timid hand, bared her golden ringed pierced nipples to his gaze and his gaze alone. "Professionally done," he stated, as if viewing some bauble in a dime store window. "Raise it back up and sit up." Linda slipped her top back over her sweating, pierced nipples and breasts and sat back up in the chair. |