Chapter 9

Caitlyn

She has got to be kidding me.

Caitlyn disliked two things about this. (If she conveniently forgot that they were supposed to be heading home to Rebecca and Cecelia.) The first upset was that they hadn't made a reservation, which was customary for small establishments like this. The second?

Nobody could say no to Jane. Not when she put on those posh charms and batted her boyish eyelashes. Caitlyn would know. It had worked on her how many times in her life?

Caitlyn knew she had married – twice – an atrocious flirt. In a way, it was one of the most exciting things about Jane Wong, a woman who wasn't often turned down… but when she was, she accepted it so graciously that Caitlyn felt bad for her wife. That's the kind of power she has. Raised as the spoiled youngest child in a wealthy Asian family and honed in the foggy fires of England's most gentile society. She was the person every woman's mother warned about!

Watching her in action was like watching a random woman go down in the heretical abyss of hellfire.

"I might be able to do something…" The woman who greeted them at the door was not the bouncer. That honor went to a burly man in sunglasses, even though he sat out in the hallway of a well-to-do condominium. Caitlyn often wondered how the other residents felt living next door to a sultry lounge that the owner paid to keep off Google Maps, but that was a mystery to solve another day. "Wait right here. I'll see what I can do."

"Did you hear that, Cait?" Jane whispered in conspiracy when the door closed and they were left with the bouncer, who was more interested in his phone than two married women. "She is going to see what she can do."

Caitlyn pushed her shoulder against the wall, purse hanging from her left hand. "Shouldn't we be going home? Do we have time for this? Think of our meeting at eight."

"How old are you? I thought you were younger than me." Jane scoffed. "Shouldn't I be the one crying about wanting to go to bed at nine?"

"I'm more introverted than you."

"What does that even mean?"

The door opened again. The hostess was nothing but a giant smile as she rounded the doorway with a taut turn of her stiletto heels.

"It means I need to go home before you have to," Caitlyn hissed before the hostess had a chance to speak. "So, let's make this quick."

Jane said nothing as she deferred to the woman before her. The hostess, patiently waiting for this matrimonial quibble to subside, said, "The madam will personally see to you tonight. Please, follow me."

"Ooh, did you hear that, Cait?" Jane took the lead as the bouncer watched her and Caitlyn go inside. The door closed so quickly that Caitlyn swore she felt a breeze blow by her ass. "This is better than I could have anticipated. A meeting with the woman behind the scenes."

They bypassed a lounge area carefully segregated into separate seating areas, where hostesses assigned or reserved by guests poured drinks while carrying on inane conversations. Caitlyn saw the appeal, of course. Long day at work? In town for a thing? Hire a beautiful woman to entertain you for two hours. Never mind guests were expected to buy her drinks and tip her at the end of the night. Caitlyn didn't see the immediate appeal for herself but for someone like Jane, who loved feminine attention? No wonder she decided to come here. Wasn't like their first time.

The lounge was a converted condo halfway up a high-rise. Three bedrooms in the back were likewise converted, two of them into VIP rooms featuring comfortable seating, ambient lighting, and live plants. Both were occupied tonight. The third – and smallest – bedroom was the office for whoever was in charge of managing the location that night. That was where the hostess took Caitlyn and Jane after asking what they might like to drink that night.

"We had wine," Caitlyn reminded her wife, who was driving that night. "How about hot chocolate for dessert?"

The hostess was amused by that. "Sure. Gavin will be happy to have something different to mix."

They were left with the owner, who got up from her desk and gestured to the sofa next to the walk-in closet.

"It has been a while," Jane said as she flopped onto the sofa and Caitlyn more delicately sat beside her. "How are you, Monica? How is the ol' salon doing these days?"

The prim and pretty woman who styled herself as Lady Warren relaxed her shoulders, but Caitlyn still detected the what do you want? look behind her eyes. Monica was known for her keen observations and ability to read people, all the way down to what they most sexually desired. It was how she had created a fantastic business for herself catering to the wealthy looking for something "more." Because Le Chateau up in the mountains had not been enough. She had been planning on opening this salon, where everything was look but not touch, since before the pandemic. That only slowed her down a touch. Le Salon's soft opening two years ago after a delayed remodel was a huge hit, with people from both the region and around the world knocking down her doors to have a chance to pay a woman to talk to them for two hours. I still can't get over it. It wasn't just men frequenting this place, either. Once a month Le Salon hosted a Ladies' Night for women-identified guests. This place is big in the sapphic sphere. Many of the hostesses identified as queer, too. But if there was one other thing Caitlyn knew, it was that Monica didn't have to look far to find qualified women who wanted to work for her, especially if there was no touching involved.

What's it like being so good at what you do? That's what Caitlyn wondered as she stared at Monica, bedecked in a long-sleeved dress that did nothing to accentuate her body, only her round face and bobbed brown hair.

"Business is good. I don't have any real complaints." That soft and girlish voice would have set anyone else on edge, but Caitlyn knew better. Monica talked like that because it was simply how she was. A submissive through and through. There it was. The real reason Monica was so successful in this industry. She not only knew what her clients wanted, but she knew what many of her employees must want as well. "I certainly was not expecting you two here tonight. The rare times you arrive, you are sure to make a reservation. So…" She paused as the hostess reentered with a small silver tray. Two large mugs of hot chocolate appeared on the tiny coffee table before the sofa. Monica shook her head when her employee asked if she wanted anything. "What is it that two of the town's biggest venture capitalists want from me?"

"Want from you?" Jane sipped her hot chocolate before launching back into the sofa, wily, womanly charms on full display before a woman who generally had no interest in her own sex. Caitlyn kept quiet beside her wife. This is going to be good. Caitlyn would also like to know what they were doing here! Because she had a feeling that if Jane only cared about scoping out Le Salon to compare notes with Damon's endeavor, she would have eschewed speaking to the madam of the establishment. "Nothing from you, darling. Caitlyn and I have merely come back from a very interesting meeting with an old and dear friend of mine."

Caitlyn held her breath; Monica tilted her head. "Damon Monroe, I'm presuming."

"Clever one, she is," Jane said to her wife as if this wasn't part of her plan. "Quite right. Did you know that those equally clever Monroes are planning to buy out that penthouse two blocks from here and renovate it into their own members' club? We're talking The Dark Hour meets Le Salon."

"Jane!" Caitlyn hissed.

Both Jane and Monica ignored her. "Yes, I'm aware that Alice Monroe has been in lengthy talks with The Boyle Group." She pulled her office chair out from behind her desk and sat between it and the coffee table. After fixing the hem of her short skirt around her thighs, she continued, "They're the ones who currently own that property. Don't suppose you know who used to live there."

Jane shook her head. Caitlyn was still silent.

"Hyacinth Winchester's daughter, Priscilla."

"Ooh, the old biddy with six husbands across four decades?"

"The very same. She sold the penthouse to The Boyle Group for pennies on the dollar when she discovered Lady Winchester was cutting her out of the will. Last I heard, she was sunning in South Carolina."

"Intriguing."

"Riddle me this, Ms. Wong," Monica said as she folded her hands around her curved knee. "Why would one of Damon's best friends and, to be blunt, former lover come out of a meeting with him and tell me what happened?"

Caitlyn hated to admit it, but seeing Jane frown for the first time since they left the Monroes' gave her the slightest bit of pleasure. "How did you know about that?" Jane asked the madam of all madams.

"I know who everyone has slept with in this town. I even know the name of the girl who was with Ms. Adams when she met you, Ms. Wong. I am equally in the business of information as I am in kinky hospitality. So, don't take it personally. There are things that I know about around here that I wish I didn't."

"Right, well…"

Caitlyn took the opportunity to cut in. "You're as in the dark as I am right now. I thought we were going home." She glanced at Jane, expecting an explanation. "Isn't that right, Lin?"

"Now, give me a second, love." Jane patted her wife's leg. "This is important, I promise."

"I will save you the trouble of telling me the details," Monica said. "I'm quite aware that Culver Hospitality is looking to expand on the long-term success of The Dark Hour. You must also be aware that my husband and I are frequent visitors there and have a membership to the Diamond VIP Lounge. We have many fond memories of the Monroes' biggest piece in their hospitality puzzle. Likewise, Damon has entertained many of his male business associates here, with his wife's knowledge. We have a friendly rivalry, but we are careful to not tread upon each other's toes in a place where we do not wish to saturate the market and start losing money." She narrowed her gaze at Jane. "So, why are you here?"

"Because Cait and I like the idea of diversifying our personal investment portfolios into this kind of hospitality. Don't we, Cait?"

"We haven't discussed it at any real length."

"Well, I like Damon's plan. But I am not stupid." When Jane donned a serious demeanor, it was like flicking a switch in a well-lit room. It's not the sudden darkness that surprises you. It was the quiet. The solitude. "It could crash and burn if we, God forbid, had another pandemic or the political landscape boots the arses of half the wealthy around here. Now, now, I'm not looking to talk American politics of all things." She held her hand up to Cait, who was on the verge of chastising her for bringing up the election. "I am a pragmatist beneath all of this girlish bluster. I see something. I want that something. But I also want to be smart about it. Ask how many of the dunderheads who come into our office. I am the one who tells them no first."

"It's true," Caitlyn said. "She often decides no before I have a chance to think about it."

"Are you saying you want to invest in me?" Monica chuckled. "Sounds like a conflict of interest with Damon."

"Surely, there is something in your arsenal that could use green greasing," Jane said. "Want to buy up the flat next door, knock down this wall, and expand?" She leaned forward, hands in prayer position before her dour face. "Or how about your Chateau? You spend less time up there, I hear. Understandable, since you have had a family and have moved your base of operations to Warren Manor. Maybe you need more staff to oversee everything for you."

Monica's pursed lips hid what she truly thought. Caitlyn wasn't half as annoyed as Jane probably was, but this wasn't Caitlyn's show. I'm along for the ride. "This conversation is beyond the scope of this office," Monica eventually said. "Let me give you my business number, Ms. Wong. Ms. Adams." Demure, but sure to include everyone. That was Monica's successful approach to business. "And since you've been so open with me, I suggest you extend Damon the same love. The last thing I need is him and Alice thinking I've poached you like I've poached half of their employees."

Caitlyn and Jane were allowed to finish their hot chocolates at the bar, where Gavin the drink master crafted cocktails for other guests while the hostess took care of a mess in the bathroom. Jane was mum as she sipped her wintery delicacy, but all Caitlyn could do was stir her spoon and grunt.

"What are you thinking?" she muttered to her wife. "Think past business for a second. Damon's your best friend. Do you want to potentially piss him off over money? Either we invest in their business plan or we don't. Either way, we don't drag the Warrens into it!"

"Relax, Cait. I know exactly what I'm doing." Jane wiped her mouth with a napkin and did a double-take at her wife. "Did you even read that dossier our assistant put together? You would have seen this coming if you did."

"I flipped through it earlier today but didn't read the details, no. I figured you were spearheading this, so…"

"So, you didn't need the details? Oh, Cait." Jane tsked. After paying their tab, she motioned for Caitlyn to leave with her. The hostess grabbed Caitlyn's sweater from the front closet. "I'm about five steps ahead of both Monica and Damon. I have been for months!"

"Again, what are you talking about?"

Once they were past the bouncer and in the quiet of the hallway, Jane motioned for Caitlyn to follow her in the opposite direction of the elevator. What now? Caitlyn glanced back at the bouncer, who didn't care about what they were up to now that they weren't his problem.

"Jane…"

Caitlyn didn't have a choice. With her sweater slung over her arm, she hurried after Jane, who had already disappeared around a dark corner.

"While I didn't know about Lady Winchester's relationship to the penthouse over yonder," Jane said as she stood in front of a door locked with a keypad, "I did know about this place. I wasn't joking when I asked Monica if she wanted to knock down a wall and make Le Salon bigger than she ever dreamed. That place probably makes as much money as The Dark Hour does in one night and with less overhead." Much to Caitlyn's chagrin, her wife knew the code to the keypad. How? Why? Oh, she was about to find out, wasn't she? Because this was just like Jane, the woman who often had her plans percolating beneath the briny surface.

"Lin, I swear to God…"

"Don't worry, love, I haven't bought this place." The door opened. It was dark inside the empty apartment, but Jane entered with confidence, and Caitlyn had no choice but to follow. "But, as you can see, it is on my radar. Look at the potential."

Caitlyn was soon encased in darkness. Her heels echoed against hardwood floors as she approached the windows with Jane, the same kind seen in Le Salon, where the madam tastefully covered most of the windows with sheer curtains. These, however, were exposed to the night sky.

Unlike Le Salon, which overlooked the downtown metro of a boring New England city, this property featured a surprising view of the Hills.

"It's nice." Caitlyn allowed her sweater to fall into her hand as she stood before her wife. "Why are we in an empty apartment? Why do you have access to it? If it's the same floor plan, I'm afraid it's not big enough to hold our humble family."

"For the love of God, Cait, I don't want to live next door to the salon. I would hope you know me better than that."

"You haven't answered any of my questions."

Hands in pockets, Jane turned around, pushing her back up against the window. "I have access because I am on the shortlist of potential buyers. I am trusted enough to have keycode access. The camera by the front door makes it evident who has helped themselves in at any time, so if we make a right mess of this place, it is my arse on the line."

"And mine."

"At first, I let them add my name because it was registered as residential and yes, I was thinking about a place to move. Then I saw who the neighbors were. Cait, this whole floor is empty. Has been since the pandemic. There are a couple of rentals, but the real estate company wants to sell. When I saw this one bumped up against Le Salon, it was obvious what Monica must have been thinking. The only reason she hasn't grabbed it and expanded the cramped business is because of money. Something tells me that Le Salon is making money but isn't technically in the black yet after only two years of being in proper business. Monica is smart. Her husband is even smarter. He has to sign off on all of her financial ventures now."

"She has other investors who are happy to see her thrive if that's what she's looking for."

"Sure, and I'm sure Thomas-Cole are first in line whenever Monica has something up her sleeve. But think about us for a moment. Why limit ourselves to what the Monroes have cooking in their cauldron when the Warrens are in the perfect position to help properly turn this city into a prime playground for the…" she hesitated. "Depraved."

"Couldn't think of a good word that started with P, huh?"

Caitlyn couldn't really tell, but she was fairly certain that her wife grinned in the darkness. "The region is in flux because of recent events. While other metros like LA, London, and even Taipei continue to thrive on the adult playground front, New York and New England are in a power battle. You've got the name recognition and ease of transport of New York, but this area is as prominently positioned if you're willing to drive an hour away from Newark. Add in private planes and First Class ticket holders and… well, they are willing to pay for the cozy convenience if they know they have something exciting awaiting them in the end."

"Go on…"

"Have your attention, do I? Imagine that you and I are still living in Hong Kong. We've been to New York. We've been to Le Chateau, The Dark Hour, and even the bloody salon. They were fun the first few times when we were here for business, but how does one capture our interest enough to convince us to make a whole holiday of it? Why, you offer a package deal with guaranteed fun."

"A package?"

"Between Culver Hospitality and Monica Warren. Combine their forces. Rising tides lift all boats, Cait."

"You mean a merger?"

"No! They would never go for it, anyway." Jane pulled her hands out of her pockets, a lingering touch stealing Caitlyn's attention. "You create a separate entity that deals with both separately. Focus on what both do best. A mid-week romp up in the mountains at Le Chateau, followed by a Friday night bash at The Dark Hour, then a sizzling Saturday conversation with a talented lady at Le Salon, and oh, look at that, a create-your-own-fantasy at whatever the hell Damon's naming his new place. On Sunday, I mean."

"I can't help but notice that some of those days are during the slower days of the week for those places."

"Now you're thinking like a marketer, Cait."

She shook her head. "This is overwhelming. Even if you could convince them to go for it, you'd have to create the third-party entertainment company…"

"That's where the merger comes in. We would get in on that, too, because everyone's going to get richer. And! Business in the general area goes up because now foreigners like me know that this is a destination to mix business and pleasure. Not some incidental bollocks you do because you are already here wasting away in meetings and being sucked of your money. Let other people figure out how to bring in the middle-class convention goers while experts like us pump money into the economy via… let's call it sensible fun."

"Lin, there's nothing sensible about this. I think that's part of the point for you."

"You know what else isn't sensible?" Jane nudged her wife as she shuffled by, her shoes creating much less noise on the floor than Caitlyn's had a hope of quashing. "This room back here. Come take a week peek."

"Lin…"

Jane's chin appeared over her shoulder as she walked down the hallway toward the empty bedrooms. "Oh, you will be amused, my dear. Just you wait."

Caitlyn already had a feeling she knew what she was about to find, yet she followed, searching for any blinking red lights from security cameras in the hallway. She didn't see any. Jane had mentioned there was the one at the front door, but Caitlyn was still wary that they treaded somewhere they shouldn't be.

"Oh, come on."

She didn't need a lot of light to see that the second bedroom was once the owner's personal BDSM dungeon. Most of the kinky built-ins were still there, including the giant sex swing hanging from the ceiling. Jane fell into a fit of laughter as Caitlyn wandered into the room, mentally spraying air freshener after God knew how many encounters she did not want to know about. On a sex swing, no less!

"I told you this place had a lot of potential," Jane said through her laughter.

"It's… something." Caitlyn sidestepped a bench that was screwed into the floor. "You can't keep this stuff. Monica would have to completely replace it all."

"You see the bones are there, huh?" Jane opened the closet and revealed that all of the rods for clothes had been replaced with shelving for impact implements. "Tell me that Monica Warren shouldn't be expanding her salon here. I know more than a few professional dominatrixes who would love to be subcontracted for parties."

So did Caitlyn, but that didn't mean this jived with what Le Salon offered, which was conversation, drinks, and atmosphere. While she was aware that a lot of the hostesses were also escorts and lifestylers in the BDSM scene, many of them were also partnered and only worked there with the understanding that they indulged in the lifestyle without being touched by their patrons. A room like this encouraged touching!

"Doesn't it remind you of something, love?" Jane's voice softened as she approached Caitlyn, the closet door left open but its lack of contents hidden by Jane's grand presence. Why does she have this instant effect on me? Caitlyn was terrible at hiding it, too. It was what kept them in a relationship after so many years – including a divorce! Caitlyn didn't like thinking of those darker days, though. When I slept with women I didn't care about because all I could think about was my ex-wife, whom I still desperately loved. And while Jane also attempted to discover herself, they both concluded that they could get back together if they brought in a third woman to balance out their different needs in the bedroom.

But that didn't stop them from being the same needy couple once in a while.

"What should it remind me of?" Caitlyn asked while already knowing the answer.

"That place we had in Chicago. The two-bedroom flat that we took pains to remodel."

"Yes, I remember."

"You were the one who insisted on everything being cream."

"Except you got the black furniture though."

"You cannot have a white spanking bench. It does not work."

"Lin…" Sighing, forcing back the memories, attempting to keep Jane at arm's length when they were in an empty apartment not their own… well, only one of those things was possible, and Jane loved it whenever Caitlyn's chest rose and fell like that. "What are you trying to do? I'm too tired to discuss a giant business decision that I didn't see coming right now."

"Who said anything about business, love?" Jane encircled her arms around Caitlyn's midsection. She's shorter than me, yet it never feels like it. Every day, Caitlyn was reminded that she had fallen in love with his woman for so many reasons that she sometimes forgot to count them. God, didn't we try to count them the first time we got married? It had been the church ceremony both Christine and Willow had dreamed of, but only one of the mothers had been smiling that day. "It's okay to have some fun too."

"Lin, no." Although Caitlyn said that, she couldn't pull Jane's hands off her. "Do not get frisky in the empty apartment next to Le Salon."

"Give me one good reason, Cait."

"For one thing, we will get in trouble, and that's not my kink."

"Nobody will have any idea that we had a wee bit of fun in the shag pad." Jane nipped Caitlyn's chin before offering a kiss. "I know what you are thinking, and no, I am not interested in taking you for a whirl in the sex swing."

"That's good." Caitlyn looped her arms around Jane's shoulders, bringing her in for that kiss she beseeched. "Because some things have changed since we had that place in Chicago." It may have been one of the first apartments they shared as a couple, but those had been different times. I fulfilled a different role. Caitlyn had gone from pillow princess to power bottom once she got a taste for everything the lifestyle had to offer. As the years went by, she wanted more. More than Jane was willing to give in a monogamous relationship. "If I didn't know where that thing has been, I'd be trying to get you in it."

"I know. Which is why I propose we have a qui…"

Caitlyn was way ahead of her.

What has gotten into me? Only twenty minutes ago, Caitlyn was ready to go home and get ready for bed. We've got a meeting in the morning! A boring meeting that required both of their presences in the office. One of their big investments was dropping by to give the major annual check-in. Sure, Jane and Caitlyn would hopefully see dollar signs written in black, not red, but good Lord were those meetings boring…

This, though? This was what kept the spice alive in work… and play.

I can't believe I'm letting us do this. That was Caitlyn, the rule follower. From the day she was cognizant, she always went along with what adults asked. The teacher's pet. The star of the pageant, where she credited most of her early success to following smart coaches like Izzy. Was it any wonder that someone like Jane knew exactly how to touch her buttons all those years ago? Tell me what to do, then reap the benefits. When Caitlyn came into her own, the dynamic shifted – now she was the one running the business from a rational standpoint. She knew the rules and followed them. She also knew how to bend them to her satisfaction.

As well as some other things…

"Cait, you cheeky girl…" Jane was utterly delighted that her wife went for a delicate grope before filling both hands with what they found beneath Jane's trousers.

Did she even understand the joke she had made?

"You know I'm not the type to get frisky in a place I don't own…" Caitlyn said. "But I'll grab your ass if that's what you want, darling."

"Hmm, does not stop you from spreading those gorgeous gams in our office, does it?"

"That's different and you know it."

"How?"

Caitlyn grinned. "I'm asserting dominance in my office space."

"By fucking me?"

"Oh, not just you, Lin."

"Yes, I know, you like to go around Becca's world in eighty seconds on your desk, but pretend that it's only me for another eight, huh?"

"Only eighty seconds?"

"You are an efficient gal, and I love that about you."

"Jane. Wong." Caitlyn pushed her wife up against the wall next to the window. When Jane uttered that tiny, surprised gasp? Caitlyn couldn't have planned it better. "I will always pick maximum pleasure over efficiency. Don't you know that about me by now?"

She unbuckled Jane's belt and pulled half of it out of its loops. That's another thing I learned being with this woman… Jane may have worn delicate belts for function over style, but they still required to be loosened before Caitlyn could access the sweet reverie Jane thought she so cleverly hid in her pants.

"Maximum pleasure, huh?" Jane could hardly contain the heavy breaths already claiming her as she attempted to keep her flirtatious fa?ade. It's not working, sweetheart. Caitlyn was better at keeping her cool when she was on the other side of this than Jane. But she liked that about her wife, who wasn't afraid to let go once in a while. "How about we assert some dominance in here?"

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"Please, love." Jane's hands were in Caitlyn's hair, threading everything above the ear until fingers descended to the hot and heated places that neither dared to talk about right now. "Do not tell me we have to go home before we finish up. Come on. Just a taste for your ol' Jane."

"Fine." Caitlyn acted as if this hadn't been her plan from the moment she slammed her wife against the wall. Besides, wasn't her hand already busy with its task? It may have been dark inside the room, but Caitlyn could still see the delighted demeanor on her wife's face before she dove in for a kiss that was sure to destroy the last of their mutual sanity.

Fine. With Caitlyn taking charge, this couldn't be hotter.

Well, some things were hotter. Like Jane's body as Caitlyn freed more of her wife's clothes so she could get in there. Every time Jane tried to say something – either a quip or some plea of encouragement – Caitlyn silenced her with another kiss that ended every note with a sigh.

Exactly how Caitlyn wanted her wife.

Don't forget, I'm the one who says yes. Caitlyn said yes to going back with Jane to her hotel room on that fated night they met in a bar. She said yes to flying with her to faraway locales for business and pleasure. I said yes to her marriage proposal.

And Caitlyn was the one who said yes to a divorce when it seemed they had exhausted all other avenues toward salvaging their first marriage.

Because Caitlyn was the type to say yes to everything that tickled her fancy.

"Mm, hot damn," Jane said in her preposterously posh voice. Then again, Caitlyn had that effect on her wife when her hands were down Jane's pants, rubbing her slit through her boxers before finally going for the kill.

"Is this how you saw this going, Lin?"

Caitlyn tasted that diabolical smile before she felt it against her mouth. Jane flung her head against the wall, clutching Caitlyn's shoulders as she vainly attempted to get more comfortable for a fingering against the wall. "Absolutely not! But I shall not complain!"

"You always like a nice surprise finish to things you start."

Jane's eyes closed as she relaxed around Caitlyn's fingers, welcoming them inside her as if her wife was an old friend stopping by for a quick visit. "Like I said…" Her grip on Caitlyn's body only tightened. "Not complaining, love."

"Uh-huh." Caitlyn curled her fingers, enticing another gasp from Jane's undulating throat. It's not easy getting to her best treasure from here, but I know how to make do. As long as Caitlyn was limber enough, she would find a way to rock her wife's world when it was appropriate. Hm, is now appropriate? Good enough for Caitlyn. "Let's see how fast we can get you singing, huh?"

Caitlyn knew this was quick and dirty, but she also knew that Jane loved quick and dirty. Fingers in the deepest reaches of her body were one way to go about it, but there were others. Kisses south of her navel. A hard spanking when she knows she's out of line. Even the right toy at home had Jane screaming in her pillow if Caitlyn – or Rebecca – were convincing enough. Ooh, nothing like hearing Becca give her what-for. Caitlyn meant that sexually, too. Rebecca may have been their mutual submissive type who was more often beneath their bodies than on top, but after five years, she sometimes got Jane eating her pillow too!

That was what made their arrangement fun. Surprises.

"Hot damn, indeed." Caitlyn couldn't sound more American if she tried. "My goodness, you were excited tonight, weren't you?"

"What can I say, love?" Jane attempted to do one of her lazy shrugs, but between being pinned by Caitlyn's body and penetrated by her hand, she was quickly losing finesse in her movements. Good. It was what she deserved. "Talking business gets me ready for you, Cait."

"Is that so?" Caitlyn hooked her fingers deeper, indulging in the otherworldly way her wife cried out in sexual satisfaction. Ooh, that is a nice echo in this room. If Caitlyn's fingers were longer, or if the angle were better, she'd go for a kill that was sure to make her wife scream.

What Jane said next was barely in Cantonese, let alone English. Caitlyn only parsed the string of naughty curses because she had lived in Hong Kong with this wretch long enough. Could Caitlyn replicate those tones, though? Not the way a native speaker like Jane could, and she was smitten with that.

It showed what she did to Jane, after all. And Caitlyn had learned from the best.

"Then fuck me, Lin." Caitlyn hid her grin behind the curtain of hair she soon had to push out of her face. "Show me how excited you get for your wife to fuck you in new and exciting business ventures."

There was nothing rarer in their sexual relationship than for Jane to readily take so many instructions in such little time. Yet she must have known that this was her chance to realize a long-held fantasy and grabbed it by the proverbial horns. Or fingers, in this case.

That's what you get, honey. Jane thought she could spring all of this on her wife? Her business partner? Ooh, she thought she could, without any repercussions? Because being the one pressed against the wall with another woman's hand in her pants was a special kind of repercussion for Jane Wong, the woman who couldn't hold back how badly she wanted to come from nothing but five minutes' worth of pleasure.

What's stopping you, Lin?

Apparently nothing. They had been together so long that Caitlyn was finely tuned to the way Jane's body reacted to everything, and that included this. So when those thighs stiffened and that mouth grew silent with stilled breaths? Jane was about three seconds from climaxing, and all Caitlyn had done was take charge.

"Tell me you like it," Caitlyn teased as her hand stopped moving and she let Jane do all of the work. "Come on. You like it when I put you in your place sometimes."

This time, Caitlyn did not quite make out what her wife said, but she knew it was a strong affirmative. Otherwise, why was Jane fucking Caitlyn's fingers like that?

"Shit!" Jane's hand slapped against the wall above her head. "Oh, shit, Cait!"

Caitlyn sealed that sentiment with a kiss, tasting her wife's muffled shouts of orgasm as they spilled from one pair of lips to another. Hell, Caitlyn barely felt what happened to her hand because she was so distracted by the vibrations of her wife's lips and how powerfully she kissed once they were on the same page. And when Jane could hardly breathe and needed to drink in the stale air of the dark room? Caitlyn kissed her throat, leaving her mark where Jane could not easily hide a lovebite using nothing but her clothes.

"Go home and tell Becca about that, huh?" Caitlyn stretched her cramped fingers once they were free from her wife's pants. "I'd die to hear you say the phrase ‘sloppy seconds' to her."

"I'm not sure what that means right now." Jane did not fix her clothes even after Caitlyn gave her some space. "Yet I have a feeling it would end with me on my back and another woman doing to me what I want to do to you right now."

"Is that so?"

Jane pulled her closer again, the bite to Caitlyn's lips insinuating that her wife wanted to take the power back. "Have I told you lately how much I love your preference for skirts?"

No, Caitlyn was not surprised that her wife recovered so quickly. Nor was she opposed to being urged to sit on the wooden bench in the middle of the room, where God knew what – and who – had happened in the months and years since it was last occupied. What should have bemused Caitlyn was how readily she accepted Jane getting down on her knees and rolling up the skirt that her wife carefully chose that night to be appropriate for a business meeting. Instead, she felt like this was perfectly acceptable behavior as she opened her legs and welcomed Jane's head between them.

"Go ahead and crush me with these voluptuous thighs, Cait. I can fucking take it."

Of course she could. Caitlyn would have never married her if Jane couldn't handle some light face crushing.

She appreciated the view of the hills beyond the window. Yes, I suppose people could appreciate paying a chunk of change to have a party in here. That was the business side of Caitlyn's brain playing pranks on the human side that wished she'd shut the hell up and welcome the tongue massaging her clit as if this were another night at home.

Still, wasn't it nice to have some different scenery sometimes? It was simply too bad this place wasn't big enough for their family. Caitlyn could get used to having sex in a room with a view like this. Including the one she had when she looked down, Jane wrapping both arms around her wife's thighs as she inhaled the woman before her.

Caitlyn didn't have a lot of time before she likewise transcended this plane of existence. All the more reason for her to drink in the view and consider how she could make someone else's fantasies come true.

All she had to do was agree to sign some checks. Easy enough!