Fiona at Work

Aaron slowly nods, all of his over the top energy suddenly gone from him. "Sure Fiona. Sure, of course." He says in a serious tone. "Jesse, your man, got it."

"Now why am I here? For her?" Fiona directs her attention to the young woman. She doesn't wait for Aaron's answer. "Sub or Domme?"

The woman steps forward with a perky skip and a wink. "I can do whatever you need me to do sugar! I can..."

"Get her the fuck out of here." Fiona snaps and waves her away. The girl's face goes wide eyed as it seemed the interview was done before it even began.

Aaron suddenly returns to the moment, prying his eyes away from you. "Wait, wait, wait. Sorry. Let me do the talking here Missy. She's a sub and she's fresh Fiona. Just off the bus from Kentucky. No one's had her here yet. And she's still only a few months into the business. She's fresh Fiona, almost pure."

Fiona looks at the girl anew. "She's pretty." You notice they were talking about the girl like she wasn't there, as Mauricio had done with you. "Take off your clothes." Fiona tells her. With a little nod and a motion of the arm your sister directs you to sit on a nearby bar stool and stay out of the way. You do so, watching your sister do her work. The girl quickly begins to strip right there by the bar, not a hint of bashfulness as she disrobed. You hear a chuckle from one of the brick layers who was walking toward the basement behind you.

"I think you two make an awful cute couple." Missy says in a friendly voice trying to make a connection with her potential employer, there was a hint of a southern drawl to her sultry voice. She had bright blue eyes. Her chipper demeanor and cheerful smile almost seemed out of place here.

Fiona ignores the actual statement, but she caught the drawl. "I like the voice. Give me an O. A nice big one. Convince your client that he's the best lover in the world."

Even as she is undressing the woman begins moaning and groaning as if in the grips of passion. "Uhhhh...ohhhhhh....ohhhh god baby. Oh god! Oh baby! OH BABY YES!"

Fiona cringes. "Ugh, that needs work. Keep going." The woman now stood nude. Her pale voluptuous body on full display. You see the curtains matched the drapes, she was a natural red head alright. Her big breasts hung down and slightly outward, natural and heavy. Very nice.

The woman keeps up the lewd noises. "Ohhhhhh! Oh baby, baby!" Ohh..." SLAP! Fiona had struck the woman's round ass with an open hand slap that could be heard all through the large room. "AHH!" The woman stiffens up. With impressive focus Missy continues on moaning after just a moment's surprise. "OHHHH YESSS!!! AHHHHHH!! BABY!"

Your sister smiles. "Okay, you can stop." She starts looking over the woman like she was thoroughbred she was thinking about buying. Looking over her ass, bending her over to inspect her pussy, checking out her tits, looking at her teeth, a close look at her arms and legs. She continues the interview as she went.

"Hmm. A few scars, nothing too bad though. You know what we do here, yes?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"We're not looking for whores. You can carry yourself with pride? Do you have an education?"

"Yeah, I can look a lady if you need. And, uh, well, I dropped outta college, English major, but..."

"That's good enough." As Fiona is looking over her arms she says. "No track marks, very good. Are you on ****? I don't hire junkies. You need to be straight when working."

"No Ma'am, no ****. Just booze on mah days off."

"You can crawl? Beg? Submit? You don't mind being bound? Even an hour at a time?"

"No problems. I love it Ma'am."

"Insults, verbal humiliation. Are you a crier?"

"No Ma'am, I'm made outta tough stuff."

Fiona grins as she ran her fingers through the woman's hair, watching the natural curl bounce from her hand. "I believe you Missy. You can handle the cane?"

"Yes Ma'am. Cane, straps, you name it." Missy clears her throat and shares a bit to much. "My papa used to gimme whoopins somethin awful growin up. I can take what a man can give." An uncomfortable tension goes through the four of you here. Aaron was about to apologize for the comment but your sister shushes him.

Fiona's face goes cold. Taking the woman by the shoulders she turns her toward her. She is looking her intently in the eye, as if looking for something deep down inside. She then says with calm cool precision to her words. "If you sub for my establishment you're calling the shots, do you understand? You give them what you want to give them. You make them believe it's what they want too. Sub's body, sub's rules. My people will teach you how to stay in control even when subbing. These men aren't your papa. They hurt you in a way you don't like, they're gone." She continues to stare intently. "You sure about this? I don't need a head case working for me."

The woman nods. Fiona seemed satisfied. Stepping back she crosses her arms and shrugs. "I like you Missy, I like you a lot."

"Thank you Ma'am!" The girl perks up.

"See, I told you." Aaron says. "We needed to get her before someone else did. Or she hit the streets."

"She's too good for the streets. You were right to call me Aaron, thank you." Fiona stood, arms crossed, thinking. A funny smile crosses her face. "But... I'll let Jesse decide. What do you think baby? She look good to you? Should we give her a job?"

Missy's aqua blue eyes scan over to you. You were someone she could butter up. She approaches and grabs your hand. "Aww please Mister Jesse, gimme a chance will ya? I'll be the best damn girl you ever had." Her pretty face looked up at yours earnestly. "You want for me to beg Mister Jesse? I'll beg for you."

"Uhhhh..." You look up at the smiling Fiona then back down to the naked pleading Missy. Her tits jiggled as she bounced slightly up and down on her legs. "...yeah, yeah no, no begging. Sure. I like her too." You say as if you had a clue. "You should hire her."

"Awwww yeah! Thank ya sir!" She jumps toward you and wraps her arms around you for a big hug, trapping your arms against your body and your hands outstretched. You feel her bush tickling your fingers. Soft boobs mashing into your chest.

Fiona nods to Aaron. "We'll give you a try Missy. Take her to the doc Aaron, get her checked out. Then get one of the Mistresses to work with her...Ophelia, get Ophelia to start training her. Oh, and I don't want her working with any 'Daddy's' once she's ready to go." She then reaches forward and with a brutal pinch takes the woman by the ear and pulls her back away from you. "Rule number one Missy. Hands off my man!"

"Yes Ma'am! Sorry Ma'am! Thank ya Ma'am! Thank ya Mister Jesse!" She was picking up her clothes from the floor as she spoke.

Aaron ushers the young Southerner away as Fiona offers you her hand and helps you off from the stool.

"Uh...wow. I never...I never suspected any of this Fiona! How...why...wow! Just...wow!" Fiona was looking you over again. This time not to nitpick and straighten you up, this time just to admire you. Her hands ran along your neck and over your shoulders as her eyes looked over your face.

"I'm glad I could finally tell you. I've worked a long time for this. Worked really hard. This is going to let me look after you baby, all of you." She says, her gentle fingers continuing to stroke your neck. "By the way. That was an awful decision you just made. You've got no eye for talent."

"What!? I liked Missy!" You say in protest.

Fiona laughs. "So did I. But she's too sweet. That Southern Belle is going bewitch one her clients. Someone is leaving his wife for that woman. I guarantee it. I'll probably lose a girl and a customer in one fell swoop." Fiona shrugs. "But...we'll make some damn good money from her in the meantime. She's nice."

You then say in a low voice as you look over to where Missy was dressing, Aaron standing near her speaking with her rapidly. "I think...Aaron suspects..."

"Don't worry about it." Fiona smiles. She offers you her arm and you take it eagerly. "Come on, let me show you the dungeon."