It might have been just the initial shock of being flogged and caned, and severely (but quite pleasantly) dominated but I was pushed to the point wher... I was a quivering wreck with tears in my eyes. Someone might have thought I was literally battered at that moment but I still laughed about it and was entirely stunned and baffled that my body would react in such a way. Fear, perhaps, had flooded my senses, but afterwards came hugs and reassurance, with Johnny making sure I really was okay when. The concerns of the outside world put on mute as the music was turned to 11. Dark make up and clothes adorn these frenzied club goers, gothic in nature but just as lustful as anyone else. There was one amongst them that could be proudly put on a higher pedestal of desire, though. Felicia Hardy, better known as Black Cat to those of the night life, went by no name tonight, just simply a woman who gazed into the crowd of gothic patrons like cattle, scoping out the best one to suit her needs.. To be able to taste your scent in the air as you guide your stiletto heels out of your evening dress, leaving a crumpled heap of ink-blue satin on the pristine carpet, would ignite a fire within my chest. To watch you perch on the corner of the bed, your eyes fixed on mine, your hands firmly running over your flushed flesh, your breasts nestled in decadent lingerie, the matching panties drawn to one side to reveal a neat patch of hair adorning perfectly plump lips, would be my heaven. To be. She guarded my belongings for me and extended my stay at the hotel. And she had waited by my bed for two days.Resourceful. Intelligent. Likes my dog. What more could I ask.“So you want a job,” I said thoughtfully.“I do,” she answered looking me straight in the eye.“Do you have a license?”“You have to work three years before you can get an agency license. I’ve served two under Lars,” she answered.“I meant a driver’s license,” I said. You needn’t have been around the block a few times for me to.