The Monday After

Sunday evening, Sarah went home. Al was extremely curious, but she begged off from answering his questions. "I will tell you everything, Al, but I need some time to process. The outing was rather ****."

Al was additionally very worried about her. "Did they hurt you?" he asked. "Look at these red marks on your breasts!"

"There was a bit of whipping, but nothing bad. I got some excellent information for my research, and I'm not permanently harmed, not even psychologically. It's just... you know when you do something really kinky, and then you wonder what it means about you? That's what I'm dealing with."

Al looked a little dejected and Sarah continued, "Oh Al, you're the love of my life! Nothing could come between us. And... I want you to know, this experimentation is going to open some rather fun new experiences for you, too," she promised.

This seemed to satisfy him, or at least he said, "I'm starting to wonder if this mythical paper really exists. Or what it could possibly be about. But otherwise... ok. I trust you."

The next morning, Sarah went to the office. It was her day at the glory hole, so she went down for her regular appointment. It was back-to-back men, as usual, with Al arriving first.

"Suck it you fucking slut," he said as she started.

She pulled off. "Worse," she whispered. "Tell me."

"I'm going to fuck Angela's hot ass," he said, "and make you clean it, you slut. You're going to beg for it, you ass-to-mouth whore!"

It was a satisfactory way to take out his frustrations, Sarah thought to herself.

As her session wrapped up, she steeled herself. Instead of leaving at 10am, she simply put her shirt back on and sat in the corner and waited. A minute later, the door opened and Kate Donohue entered.

"Hello Kate," she said.

Kate whirled. "Sarah!" she said. "What are you doing here? I mean... I have to get ready!" Over the weekend, Sarah had started to suspect that Kate might not be quite as dominant in her real life as she was in the comfortable fantasy of the cotillion. She felt justified now.

Sarah looked through the hole. There were no men waiting.

Kate was obviously uncomfortable. "Sarah, I..."

Sarah interrupted. "Kate, I hope you're not going to say anything about Friday. There's nothing to say about that -- it was amazing!"

Kate was surprised. "Uh, I, what?"

"It was the single most degrading thing I've ever experienced. And you were so perfect at it! No, Kate, I'm looking forward to the next tea party quite a bit. The reason I stayed after was to talk to you about your glory hole performance."

"How's that?" asked Kate.

"I've noticed that when my shift ends, the men leave. If I'm going to be head of this department -- and I am Kate, rest assured -- then I have to pay attention to all the details of how it functions. And Kate, you aren't pulling your weight here."

Kate looked dejected. "I know, Sarah. Believe me, I know. Glory holes just don't seem to be my thing."

Sarah laughed. "This is all about role-play, really, and I happen to know you're a master of that. I thought, if you were willing, I would stay and give you some help. We can start with some doubles, and then I will give you lessons to improve from there. I know I don't have much leverage over you, since you have tenure and don't need the job anyway, but I thought maybe I could appeal to your community spirit -- to set a good example for the graduate students and to help out the department."

Kate was staring at her. "But then, at the next tea party..."

"You see if you can treat me even worse."

Kate beamed. "Deal."

That afternoon, Sarah called Carrie, her next door neighbor and best friend. "Meet me at Angelo's this evening," she said. "I have something important to tell you."

When they met, they got a corner table. Sarah ordered wine for both of them. They chatted for a while, then Carrie said, "What was the big news?"

Sarah replied, "You'll want a second glass before you hear this."

After the second round arrived, Sarah leaned in. "Remember our talk? About your fantasies? And how I told you about the Board meeting?"

"God," said Carrie. "Remember it? I think about it every day in the shower."

"What if I told you that could you have that times ten?"

Carrie laughed. "No fucking way," she said. "Did you stumble into some Eyes Wide Shut shit?"

It was Sarah's turn to laugh. "Well, yeah, but like the period piece version." She told Carrie about her experiences, without revealing any details -- she remembered the confidentiality agreement -- and as she did, Carrie's eyes got wider and wider.

Carrie ordered a third glass.

"And you can hook me up with this?"

"Yes, if you want. But you have to really want it. All those things... they will do them. And maybe worse."

"God, I hope so. And that's not just the wine talking."

"We can get started now if you want."

"What?! Like, crazy sex here in Angelo's?"

"No, silly," said Sarah. "Of course not. But I can text a photo and some personal info to the leader, so she can do a background check."

Carrie agreed to that. She was in.