Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2009 20:44:00 +0000 From: tina foster Subject: An Ordinary Day Part 2 Fem dom/TV An Ordinary morning Part Two 20:30 P.M. 23rd January 2009 By Reading this, you acknowledge that it's intended for adults only, like the rest of the work of tinafosteruk@gmail.com If you're not old enough to read this, "why are you here?? Go away..." To those who enjoy reading these, thank you for your attention. It's appreciated. Do get in touch. I like the feedback. * * She stood by the door, dressed in her black leather and lace, Her long black hair cascaded down to the place just above her hips. Her big brown eyes luminous in the evening shadows, searching the crowd, looking for someone she was supposed to meet. Celine Jenkins stood five feet five, not tall but she moved with grace one finds hard to ignore when she walks into a room. Her head held high, her high cheekbones bespoke of a proud heritage. Native Cherokee. Her hands small and quick, her legs long and lean encased in black silk stockings, her black leather corset, with black rhinestone caught the shimmers from the overhead lights in the club. Her skirt, black leather to match the corset, rode up to the middle of her thighs hugged her hips. Her shoulders bare, copper skin revealed. She found a place at a table, her eyes piercing the smoky dimness of the club, found people dancing and the band playing loudly. She took out her pack of cigarettes and placed them on the table along with her lighter. She put a cigarette gently to her full red ruby lips and lit and inhaled. letting the smoke fill her lungs, and then just as quickly released the blue smoke slowly and softly out between her lips. Her cell phone went off, the tone playing was Tublar Bells from the movie The Exorcist. A tune she loved as it gave her cold chills everytime she heard it. She flipped open the cell and answered it. Rachel's voice came over the phone. "Mistress, just calling to tell you, your Slave is running late and hopes you wont be too angry with him" Rachel's soft laughter after the comment made her smile. Rachel knew what was in store for the poor slave who kept Celine waiting... Celine smiled into the phone. Rachel was a very good assistant, she had served Celine well over the years. "Please cancel all of my appointments this evening Rachel, its going to be a long session." With that being said, Celine hung up. She hadnt been there too long before he showed up. He ran into the club and scanned the crowd, Finding her sitting alone, he approached her with caution. As he stood near the table, he could smell her scent. Chanel number five assaulted his senses as he drank her in with his eyes. As she turned to look at him he once again was taken in by her smoky brown eyes outlined with black coal. She didnt need to wear makeup as her complexion, copper but without flaws. He suddenly went weak in the knees and swallowed hard as he looked at her, her eyes never leaving his. "May I sit down Mistress Celine?" he asked. Not speaking a word she motioned for him to sit. He gratefully sank into the chair. Her eyes once again never leaving his face. She tapped one red fingernail against the table waiting on him to speak. David Stapleton knew right there and then he was in for a long night.