Sooner rather than later.

I waited until she was just about ready for her first orgasm for the night before I stopped frigging her, and then asked, "I'd like the surprise now. What is it?"

She took a few seconds to calm herself. "You, uh, need to take your fingers out of - thank you, Master. What I did took a lot of background work; I hope you aren't offended. When you were in high school, your first car was totaled, right?"

I'm not proud of it, but... "Yeah, well, everybody totals their first car. It wasn't my fault, though. Some cunt cheerleader drove her new truck into it and she didn't have insurance, so my insurance wouldn't pay out since it wasn't my fault. And she was a total bitch about it, blaming me for where I parked the car and griping about the tiny scratches on her truck. Look, we're going to talk about something else now, okay?"

She stood up, stretched her arms, and smoothed down her skirt. Coyly, she walked over to my closet. Grabbing the door, she swung it open, revealing a blonde woman dressed in the same schoolgirl outfit Paula had on, right down to the ponytails. Her hands were tied or cuffed to something above her head and she was wearing a sort of bit-and-bridle style gag, with a leather bar between her teeth. She struggled futilely for a few seconds, but she wasn't going anywhere and she knew it. I recognized her instantly as the cheerleader.

"No... way..." I said. "No... fucking... way! I don't believe it! Paula, how... and in less than a day!?"

"Coincidence. Either that or fate. I ran into her this morning and your name came up. She called you a jerk and a loser but wouldn't give details. I got on the computer and did a search for articles or events where both your names came up... and voila!"

She stood there proudly and I looked on her with total awe. As I reached for Paula, she held up a hand.

"Sorry, Master, just one more thing. It gets even better. Since she got in an accident as an uninsured motorist and her family left the country on a trip without settling things with the courts..." she picked up a folder on the floor near the blonde's feet. "... technically, there's still a warrent out for her arrest."

Sweet. Totally sweet. Okay, I had a pretty good idea what to do next.