Glimmer takes a smoke break before Janet gets here... And changes clothes.

Glimmer steps out of the Pleasure Cube, feeling a sense of relief and exhaustion… Despite being more memorable than Mr. Blank’s sudden nap tap on the massage table, she was glad it was over. She goes to the dressing room (still not empty) and rinses off the sweat he broke while getting herself worked over for the first time of the day. She wasn’t expecting Janet to be easy, and “JOHN DOE” could be a real piece of work.

She dried off and ensured her makeup wasn’t messy and her hair wasn’t unkempt. She shivered and stretched. “Hello. Hello. Hello. I am Glimmer. Hello. Hello. I am Glimmer,” she repeated, getting ready for John Doe preemptively.

“I am yours, Janet,” she changed lines. “Janet…~ I am yours tonight.”

She closed her eyes and nodded. “Janet… You're mine all night. No, not all night. She’s not the last client, Glimmer. Come on,” she said, opening her eyes and staring at her reflection. Janet…You’re mine tonight~!”

Glimmer groaned. “I need a cigarette.”

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As Glimmer stepped outside the club, the cold air caressed her skin as soullessly as her clients' but somehow with more emotion. The contrast between the outside and the one she left behind made her shiver.

Night was deepening, and with it, a fresh layer of snow. Each flake adds to the silent beauty of Neon Shroud in his corrupted business and lifestyle. She hated the cold, the holidays, and the tourists that came in winter, but she looked at how the city changed from natural occurrences, not manufactured.

She found her usual spot, a quiet corner just out of sight of the club’s lights. The neon pink or blues didn’t quite touch her here.

Glimmer held a sleek, silver cigarette case, the metal cold against her pale fingers. With practiced ease, she lit the pulled cigarette. The tip glowed to a bright flame before hollowing out to amber, the smokey trails a ghostly blue against the city’s glow. The first drag was like a sigh of relief, the smoke mingling with the falling snow, creating a beautiful dance of light and shade.

Glimmer leaned against the wall, her breath visible against the chill, watching the snowflakes settle on her fishnets and sidewalk. The city’s usual bustle is muted just slightly by the snowfall. A subtle crunch from the new snow on top of the old joins the sounds of the people walking by.

She took another drag, the nicotine and neural relaxant hitting better than it ever did… It calmed her nerves and eased the tension from the lackluster work that put her on edge. She looked down, and for a moment, everything was paused; the world was no longer there, and it was just her. This rare, isolated moment of peace only visited her here… Never at home with that DAMN AI computer… Then she breathed, and the beats of Pink Heat came to break her moment of first bliss.

Instead of returning, she got a small meal and ate inside, overlooking the swelling dancing floor of people. The real “regulars” that came to dance and drink… Albeit, still fuck one way or another, depending on who was looking to hook up.

Glimmer flexed her wrist and sighed. “Better change suits before Janet gets here…”

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Glimmer looks at herself in the mirror inside the Pleasure Cube… VIP Room… Whatever, and grimaces at herself as she studies herself in the one-piece leather corset and boots paired with her new BLACK fishnets. She felt a little self-conscious, and she couldn’t help but wonder what made people tick.

She sighs and stretches, trying to ignore the wrinkling sounds of her boots whenever she walks. It also feels uncomfortable, so she prays to God (if he still listens to her) that there will be little walking around. She flexes her wrist to check the time and notices Janet is late. She thanks the good Man upstairs that at least this won’t last as long as she was supposed to.

Glimmer takes a deep breath as she hears the doorknob jiggle and sees Janet walk in, still in her business suit. Glimmer tries not to consider the contrast between her outfit and Janet's. Professional and provocative.

Out of her confidence, Glimmer’s face wrinkles like the leather of her boots. “Janet? You’re a little late, aren’t you?”

Janet gasps loudly when she sees Glimmer as if she is just now noticing the girl with blue hair, tall boots, and a leather corset. She falls to her knees and bows. “Oh, god, You’re so perfect!”

Glimmer glances down and smirks awkwardly. She knows she’s far from perfect in this outfit, but she’s not paid to convince her client otherwise. On the other hand, Janet crawls over on her hands and knees like a puppy. She claws up Glimmer’s legs and begs. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl, mistress! I need to be punished for my deeds today!!”

The middle-aged woman begs—pleads—for Glimmer to do something. After taking a moment to get into character, Glimmer crosses her arms and stares down at Janet. “Is that so? And what exactly did you do that was so bad, pet?”

Janet's whimpers like a real dog and looks up at her. “I’ve yelled at so many of employees today… And fired one for hardly any reason because of how pent up I’ve been!”

Glimmer bends her knees and grabs Janet’s chin. “It seems you need a lesson in discipline… You can’t take your anger out of those who don’t deserve it, right?”

Janet continues to whimper, and despite Glimmer’s amusement, she knows where this is going… She stands up and crosses her arms again, pushing her hips to one side as she regards her. “Whimpering won’t do you any good. You need to be punished. And you know it.’

“What is Mistress Glimmer going to do to her pet?” Janet's fights a smile, the desperation in her eyes becoming animalistic.

“Mistress Glimmer” smiles, getting slightly turned on by how Janet is regarding her as. She stands straight and taps her booted foot, the sound of the hard sole patting against the tile loud heard even through the muffled dance music and cheers from the throng of people just outside this room. “Oh, my sweet pet… I have a few ideas in mind. First, I think it’s time we strip away your silly suit and tie…”

Janet shoots up and starts to unbutton her blouse and pull it off-- just to remember; she has to get the tie off first. It takes longer than it should have to get her clothes off, but she does… Her tits sag slightly, and there are more wrinkles on her skin under her office outfit. Glimmer nods. “That’s a good girl~. Now, why don’t you get back on your knees for me, pet?”

Janet falls to her knees.

Glimmer smirks. “Janet… You’re mine tonight~.”

Janet’s head bobs frantically, making her messy hair bounce in chaotic strands. “Please…! Punish your pet…! She’s been a bad, bad bitch!!”

“You want me to punish you, um? You want me to make you pay for all your naughty behavior at work?

“I touch myself in the bathroom at work when I think about you, Mistress Glimmer! About you… and I miss meetings, and more meetings, and calls, and more calls! I need to be punished!”

“Oh, my. You have been naughty? Naughty indeed… Touching yourself without permission, neglecting your responsibilities… It’s no wonder you need a firm hand to keep you in line~,” Glimmer faces away from Janet as she wonders what she do with her. She sits on a stool and crosses her legs. “I think you need a lesson that only my whip can teach… Being late today was the final straw! And you must be punished for at least that.”

The sound of the riding crop whip cracking against the counter top even surprises Glimmer, but she keeps the facade rolling. “You’re going to be sore tomorrow, my pet.”

Janet never made it difficult for Glimmer to do this part of the job… She crawls over to her and presents her naked ass to Glimmer and begs. “Then do it, Mistress Glimmer! Punish your pet for being a dirty and forgetting bitch!”

Facing away from her, Glimmer can take a sigh of relief and smile. This was pathetic… Regardless of the gender involved or the age gap between them. This was genuinely pathetic… Seeing Janet’s eagerness makes Glimmer’s heart leap somehow. She uses the crop and strokes one ass cheek and coos.

“You’re such a naughty little thing,” Glimmer says. “You want to be punished so badly. But remember pet. This is not a game… I will push you to your limits, and you’ll take it like a good girl. Understand?”

There’s a slight sound of something wet somewhere, and Glimmer looks around briefly before realizing the source is Janet fingering herself… One hand between her legs, working it out. She raises an eyebrow. “Wow,” she whispers to herself and then addresses Janet. “What a naughty pet you are! You can’t keep your fingers off yourself, can you?! You’re **** for attention!!”

The riding crop cracks against Janet’s left ass cheek, making her jolt while her skin turns bright pink as it connects against her. The sting is hard to even listen to, and the yelp escaping Janet shouldn’t have been one of pleasure. Janet bites her lips and pushes her ass out more. “Please, Mistress Glimmer! More! I need more!”

Glimmer bites her lip down in discomfort. She knew she was paid to do this technically, but it didn’t make it less strange. She pulls the riding crop back and--

THWACK

The second whip lands on Janet’s other cheek. The sharp snap of the second strike practically echoes in the room. Janets cries out in pain but continues to feather her cunt with her fingers. Glimmer isn’t sure if she’s trembling from the whip or her fingering…. “You’re taking this punishment so well, pet… I can see you’re enjoying this almost as much as me…”

“Mistress! Mistress! Please!! Again!! More and more! Do it until my ass is red all over!!”

Glimmer shakes her head in disbelief but shrugs. She can’t help but be a little aroused by this, too. Just no one was near the degree of her client. She brings the whip up and then straight down. The path was perfect, and the sound deafening. There’s a dark red mark on Janet’s ass now. “You want me to mark more as a bad girl, mm? All over your cheeks?”

Janet pleads, probably already cumming. Glimmer nods once and continues to whip her ass over and over again until both cheeks are a shade of deep red. Her back was even covered in a few poorly placed strikes as she whacked her. By the time she’s done, there’s so much of Janet’s excitement on the floor that it looks like someone spilled a glass of water between her legs…. Glimmer looks at the clock and realizes they’ve gone into “overtime.”

“That’s enough,” Glimmer says. “You’ve taken your punishment beautifully~ and you can leave.”

Janet nods, unable to speak. Because pain? Because of pleasure? Glimmer didn’t know; this time, she was the first one out of the room. She left Janet to get dressed and left while she returns to the changing room to get out of the leather suit.