An Interruption

They lay entwined for several minutes, the intern and her teacher, basking in each other’s sweat. Elena isn’t even thinking about it anymore. She no longer cares. She accepts the situation for what it is—a fucked up, tangled mess with a few side benefits. Her confinement is definitely changing her day by day. Would she ever be the same perky person who walked into PPI, sure of herself?

She doesn’t know the answer to that question. But as the phone rings, her thoughts drift back to her first day at the office, confident her work would change the world. Or at least help her publish her great American novel down the road.

****-Donna pushes her off and picks up the receiver. Elena catches snippets of conversation, words like “urgent” and “quick” and “necessary”. She groans as she tries to follow, hoping to pick up at the gist of it.

“Excuse me?” ****-Donna’s tone is one of shock and confusion. “Are you sure you want to fetch her over? I haven’t even began training her and…Yes, Mistress. I understand your concern. I can accelerate her lesson. I’ll have to cut some corners, but she could be fully broken in as little over a week. You mean you want her? Now? Christ.”

She holds the receiver away from her face. Judging by the harsh voice of the person on the other end, it’s anything but a pleasant call.

“I’d never dream of crossing you.” ****-Donna nods her head repeatedly. “Yes, Mistress, you wish is my command. Glad to be of service. Everyone gives their regards.”

She slams the receiver down, grimacing.

“Come over here, ****.” She motions Elena forward.

****-Donna escorts her into the bathroom. Elena glances at the three young girls, spent from her tongue washing.

“Don’t look at them, look at me.” Her captor lowers her voice.

Elena furrows her brow.

“Just got a call from Mistress. She wants to see you. Right now.”

Elena shakes her head.

“I know it’s a lot to sink in. You look fine right now.” Her captor looks her over.

“Although Mistress is pretty strict about the way her subjects are presented before her. I’ll make a few calls and make some arrangements to have your hair done, among other things.”

Elena breaks away.

“You don’t have a choice, ****.” ****-Donna grabs her wrist. “You can get yourself cleaned up. If you’re not squeaky clean an hour from now, I’m throwing you to the wolves.”

Her captive gulps.

“Towels are hanging on the dolly on your right. I expect your hair to smell like roses and your pussy to taste like gold. Anything less and I’ll be sorely disappointed.”

As Elena showers, she can only wonder what is in store for her. She doesn’t think it’s a social call. But it’s definitely something. A party, perhaps?

She takes a deep breath as she towels off, bracing herself for the unexpected. She steals another glance at the ****-Donna, running around like a banshee. But her thoughts are quickly interrupted.

“Here.” Her captor tosses her a raincoat. “Limo’s waiting for you outside. I’ll ride shotgun. Chop! Chop!”

Jesus. Elena is breathless. She must be serious.