Page 59 of In Her Own Way
In her twilight awakening dream, Victoria had suddenly switched to thrusting inside the woman with her strap-on. She grabbed the woman’s hips and went to town. It didn’t take long before the woman cried out as she came. The woman pulled Victoria down for a kiss. But then Victoria was no longer on top. The woman was now sitting up in the bed, cradling Victoria in her lap. The woman offered her a breast, and Victoria began suckling.
Her eyes shot open. “Holy fuck.” She scrubbed her face with both hands in an attempt to wake up. “What the hell?” She blinked the sleep from her eyes and stood up. Dizzy, she put a hand on the desk to steady herself. She felt like she was drugged or something. “A good dream’ll do that to you.” She laughed and headed to the bathroom to splash her face.
When she came out, she still felt groggy, but she didn’t even have to ask herself who the woman in the lovely dream was. She knew. It was Juicy_Babe, a woman she had never met in person or even seen a picture of. And that was dangerous because Victoria had been dreaming about slow Sunday morning sex, and that implied an intimate relationship. She’d tried that with Alyssa, and that only brought heartache. Why bother putting your heart out there if it was only going to get stomped on? She denied having her heart broken when Rowena brought it up. Stoic Victoria didn’t do relationships. She did play sessions and short-term stuff like Lauren. Not relationships. Right?
And, besides, she knew nothing about Juicy_Babe, anyway.
She checked her watch. Shit, she’d slept for over an hour. Not wanting to face the cold on another patrol just yet, she did the next best thing and checked the cameras. All were working. The system looked kind of similar to the one at Venus Rising. Old. She laughed and pulled the surveillance system away from the wall.
“Oh, shit,” she said when she saw the disconnected audio wire. She plugged it in and went back to the main screen showing all fifteen cameras. She fiddled around but couldn’t get any sound. In her fiddling, though, she came across a reboot command in the setup icon. “Why not?” She tapped the command. All the screens went blank, and her heart leaped to her throat. “Erin’s going to fucking kill me if this thing doesn’t come back up.”
She paced the office, watching the system reboot. It seemed to be taking forever. Once the flicking images settled, she said, “About time.”
She heard her own voice echo through the tinny speakers. Adrenaline hit her. “What the fuck?” She heard herself again. She went to the screens and scrolled through the various cameras. When she reached the last page, she said, “Holy shit.” There were twenty fucking cameras. Not fifteen. She saw herself in one of them. There was a hidden camera right there in the office.Not cool, Erin. Not cool, she thought, realizing that someone could be watching her right now.
She turned and walked over to the beverage station. Pretending to make more tea, she looked around. Yes, there it was. The digital clock mounted on the wall seemed to have just the right angle.
A stream of curses filled her brain. She wanted to rip the clock off the wall and throw it. But no. She had to remain calm and cool. Hopefully, she hadn’t already blown her cover as shedecided on a different strategy. For now, she had to pretend she hadn’t discovered anything.
Loyalty to family, Dad?she thought. She shook her head, knowing there was no way she’d be staying in this job much longer. Eddie and Donny were assholes, and she’d managed to keep her distance from them, but now the only cousin she trusted was hiding shit? Was Erin spying on her? Kimo had something to do with all of this, too. She just didn’t know what.
She couldn’t tip her hand too soon, though. She couldn’t let Erin know that she was on to her. She had some investigating to do, especially because she wasn’t sure what her cousin was up to. And the first thing she was going to do right now was see what all those hidden cameras were pointed at.
Chapter 16
Jessica
It was Tuesday night, and Jessica’s feet were up with Misty on her lap. She was feeling positively vindicated. Her STD test results had just come in on her phone. She was negative for any and all STDs, including chlamydia. After school on Monday, she’d chaperoned another girls’ volleyball playoff game with her new friend, KC, and then hustled over to the clinic for an STD test. They said she’d get the results by the end of the week, but she hadn’t expected them so soon. She knew she’d be negative. She had none of the symptoms. Oh, how she wanted to rub the cazadora’s face in it and give her a piece of her mind. But that only made Jessica feel worse. Jessica had been the ho, looking for and accepting the cazadora’s many invitations for romps in one of the private rooms at Dominique’s. That was way back when she and Marta had just broken up as play partners. The cazadora had a heavy hand when it came to impact. She was rough with Jessica’s body and would cum first every time, but made sure Jessica got a release, too. Jessica had stars in her eyes and had been blinded by the narcissistic womanizing qualities, mistaking them for more than they were. But as far as the STD thing, Jessica was appalled at herself. She knew the test would come back negative, but she’d been so lax on safe sex practiceswith the women she played with at the dungeon. Marta, on the other hand, had been incredibly responsible about that sort of thing.
A warm feeling spread through her chest. She liked reconnecting with Marta and meeting her friends. The group oflittlesat the party had been like a breath of fresh air. Even Kari, who seemed a bit bothered by all that youthful energy, laughed at their antics. Pammy still wore the cleaver stuck in her back, delighting many of the partygoers. The party itself was the first time she’d felt welcomed in Denton Heights since moving there. Well, no, Shanice’s prosthetic reveal event had been the start of that feeling. And four long days from now, she was going to have brunch at Rocco’s diner near the highway. She loved diners. Comfort food, bad coffee, interesting people.
Jessica took a sip of her black cherry Tyttle Fizzle. She’d bought a twelve-pack on the way home from the clinic yesterday. She’d had a couple at the party, and it was a way to help her remain connected to the feeling she had there. And, speaking of connections, she needed to check in on herSapphic D/sgroup. She’d let in a new person recently, and she had to check and make sure the person wasn’t a creep. And there was also a certain Daddy Vic she wanted to check in on, too. Maybe there’d be a message from her.
She opened theKinksapp on her tablet, and her heart fell. No messages. Not one from Daddy Vic or anyone. Okay, not the end of the world.
The end of the world came when she opened theSapphic D/sgroup page.
“What the fuck?” Jessica sat upright so quickly that Misty leaped off and looked back at her as if to say, “WTF, right back at you, Mom.”
A quick glance told her Misty was okay. She, on the other hand, was not. She re-read the responses in the Gender topic.First of all, freakin’ lesbo_submisso was getting on her last nerve. That woman needed to get a fucking clue.
“And Yes_Ma’am, you are majorly overstepping. Daddy Vic clearly said her friend was the transgender guy, not her. Idiot. And you are clearly as thirsty as a camel with an empty hump. Oh, my Go-od!” Jessica groaned the last word, making it two syllables.
She looked over at Misty, fuming. “And did you see this? ‘I sent you a private message, Sir.’ What the everloving fuck?”
There were no more responses after that. Maybe this thirsty Yes_Ma’am person and Daddy Vic were direct-messaging each other right now, back and forth, satisfying their thirst together.
“What are you wearing?” Jessica mocked and closed her tablet. She stood up and paced the room. “You have to be quick around here. The good ones get snapped up fast.” She growled and went into the kitchen in search of snacks. Instead, she slapped the snack cupboard door a few times. “I didn’t want an online relationship, anyway.” It wasn’t sour grapes; it was simply the truth.
She stood in the kitchen, slippers on her feet, a robe wrapped around her, and fumed. “Fine. Whatever. Not my concern.” She wanted to toss that obvious opportunist, Yes_Ma’am, out of the group for being so thirsty. “And for getting in my way with Daddy Vic.” But there was no future with Daddy Vic anyway. “Why did I even start this group in the first place?”
She found her feet moving back to the couch. Misty watched her cautiously from the floor, obviously not sure if her human mom had lost her mind. Jessica calmly sat down and opened her tablet again. She perused every single last one of the topic posts to see what Yes_Ma’am had contributed and, sure enough, she’d made some kind of fawning or suggestive comment underneath practically everything Daddy Vic had shared. That alone wasn’treally enough to toss her out of the group, but God, she wanted to.
Was a quick message to Daddy Vic in order? Should she ask if she was okay with the attention Yes_Ma’am was giving her?
“Oh, you naïve and pitiful, little girl,” Jessica said, scolding herself. “Of course, she’s okay with all that fawning attention. Who wouldn’t be? Stroke the ego and soon other things are getting stroked.”
Jessica closed her eyes, took a breath, and made a decision. She knew herself. She would spend every waking moment looking for evidence that Yes_Ma’am and Daddy Vic had hooked up. And if they came back in the group as a couple, it would do Jessica in. She couldn’t bear to witness a version of Daddy Vic she’d begun to paint in her mind fall prey to reality. Dommes were attention whores, weren’t they? “Well, you apparently got what you came into the group to find, Daddy Vic. Best wishes. Buh-bye.”
