When she was sure they were both on their way and long gone, she picked up the phone and dialed Paul's office.When she was sure they were both on their way and long gone, she picked up the phone and dialed Paul's office. The receptionist answered the phone and she asked for Paul in the formal, business "Mr." terminology. She was informed that he was out of the office for the day on a project and wouldn't be back until late, if at all. Did she want to leave a message? "No, I'll call back tommorrow", Linda had told her. The receptionist informed her that he would be out of the state for two weeks, starting tomorrow, and probably couldn't be reached in person tomorrow or for the next two weeks. Was she sure she didn't want to leave a message? "No, that's OK," Linda said, disappointment probably showing in the tone of her voice and voice inflections, "I'll try in couple of weeks. It's really not THAT important that I reach him, thank you." She hung up and sat there thinking that she just HAD to see him sooner than two weeks from now. She wanted to find out, for sure, if he'd 'accepted' her strange appetite for sexual and physical abuse and bondage and her extreme need for sexual submission. "Of course he has", she thought to herself. "Otherwise, why in the hell would he have brought all that bondage and punishment equipment to the Penthouse Apartment with him and 'done her thing' all yesterday if he hadn't?". "Oh well", she thought, "I may as well get some more sleep. I have to work the next three days and nights at the lounge from 4 to 7PM and 9PM to 2AM." That afternoon, while Linda was up on the stage dancing the second number of her three number set, around 5:30PM, she saw Paul.....Master Paul....come through the door and head for the empty seat at his favorite end of the bar. Linda turned on the 'moves' and started dancing like she had a reason for doing it, instead of just 'playing at it' to tease the customers, the way she had been doing, up until then. Paul seem to be ignoring her at first. Not looking at her and not even acknowledging that she was there, dancing. Linda glanced straight down at him and got no reponse. She picked up the pace and still....nothing. The second song ended and the third began......"You Light Up My Life"......! When she started to move and the words started flowing from the speakers, Paul looked up at her, in the mirror, and smiled.....a big, bold, kind-eyed smile that made her warm all over. |