I'm A Dominatrix

"I specialize in couples. Cuntbusting, spanking, whipping, foot worship, paypig, golden showers, cuckqueaning, all that sort of thing. Our clients are some of the richest and most powerful women in Metropolis—the kind of women who can't afford to lose their cool in their daily or professional lives, but in their private lives they can afford to lose it any way they want. I've tied up the mayor's aide and **** her to watch as I fucked her wife's ass with a strap-on. I've ****-fed a chocolate cake to a top fashion model! And pissed in the face of a female minister while she tried to recite the Nicene Creed. The Black Door lets them do that discreetly; the boss keeps everyone away—paparazzi, cops, organized crime, you name it."

Lois furrowed her brow. "How does she manage that?"

Diana shrugged. "I don't know, but I've seen it happen. I had this boyfriend, right? Or he thought he was. I fucked him a couple times and he thought he owned me. Followed me everywhere, jealous of everything. But he can't find me here. I've seen it happen. He loses me in the crowd, or gets turned around, there's a minor traffic accident where nobody gets hurt but he loses attention for a second...and then he's lost me. It's really freeing. The other girls have similar stories."

The reporter frowned. "So...you normally work, topless, at the bar. How do your clients approach you?"

The copper-haired young woman smiled. "Normally, the boss works the floor. Sits down with people, has a drink, real friendly. She has a way of finding out what they want, makes a suggestion...more often than not, they take her up on it. So the ladies gesture for me as I'm serving, and I step over...and we do business. It's a negotiation, right? Not the price, because they pay up to the house, but what they want me to do. And I'll tell you this...there hasn't been anything I haven't wanted to do yet."

Lois realized her mouth was dry and drained the last of the Fertile Valley Water. Diana leaned back on her chair, opened the fridge, and snagged a new bottle. The reporter took it gratefully and cracked it open.

"Are you sure you haven't been...influenced?" Lois said. "Is there anything you've done that you wouldn't have done, before?"

Diana blinked as she thought, face carefully blank.

"Well...there was one...special request..."

"Tell me," Lois said.