Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

I’m crossing the floor of the lobby, thinking about the ongoing groundworks of D-site and trying to decide whether to tackle the east or the west side first. I’m not truly paying attention to my surroundings.

“Morning, Kirstie.”

“Good morning Mr Alexanders.”

*Jab elevator panel*

Lay land drains first to the east side?

Enable access via the west?

Or wait for the circular route to connect from the bridge?

Where’s that damn lift?

…

…

Reverse mental gears….

Kirstie…

Too much make-up…

Swollen eyes…

Trying not to be too obvious about it, I turn to take a better look at her. Even from the rear…

… slumping in her seat…

Not like her…

The elevator bings, but I ignore it, strolling back to the desk.

“Kirstie, is everything alright?”

“I'm fine, Mr Alexanders. Thank you for asking.”

She's painted on her business face, but as she speaks, she doesn’t look at me, keeping her eyes turned down. One thing I like about Kirstie is that she looks you in the eye…

Usually…

I take her chin in thumb and forefinger. “I expect you to look at me when I speak, Ms Jamieson...” But I cut myself short. Under the makeup she's caked on, her eyes are puffy.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m fine.”

“No, you're not. You look terrible. Is it something I can help with?”

“No sir, it's... personal…”

I wait, giving her a silence to fill.

A flush rises up her neck, vanishing under the makeup line before it hits her face. “My sister, Erin is falling out with Ben....”

Not Ben again….

He really doesn't have the hang of people…

Why would that upset Kirstie so much?

“... so I have her crying on my shoulder and Ryan...” She stalls.

“Yes? Ryan…?”

Staring down at her desktop, “Nothing.”

longer, but no more

my business if she doesn’t want to

go home? I'll find a stand-in for

sir. I'd rather be at

“As you wish.”

*****

head around my office door. “James, I have Kirstie on from downstairs. She's asking if you could

Aaahhh…

she wants to. Can you make coffee

course, James.” Francis fixes a gimlet eye

decide if I’m the cause

*****

five minutes, there is a timid tap at my door. I left

“Come in, Kirstie.”

her face down. “Thank you for making the time to see me, Mr

her. “Kirstie, we’re friends. And I have the feeling

hanging, she nods, winding her

What now?

at

it

Nope…

Wrong…

instead waving her across to the

and gulps, then hoots into a handkerchief. I sit opposite her, pour the coffee, try

Should I call Charlotte?

but Kirstie starts

thing is... You're a Dom, Charlotte's Dom and... and there’s Michael of course. You always seem so happy together. And, well,

As she knows…

eyes slant

How we met…

threesome at the

you know the rules. How it works. You really

“Get it?”

you really understand the

where this

Ryan…

again. I try a gentle

thinks he's

are not required to do anything you are unwilling to; that you haven't agreed to. That's not the rules of the game.

Ryan... Could you

interfere in the relationship between a Dom and his

she nods.

what he is requiring that

But

Crucified with embarrassment.

Kirstie? Or are we in sexual

starts crying again, tears running furrows through

Ah, fuck….

Weeping women…

Francis?

No…

“Come on Kirstie. Considering how you and I met, there can't be too many taboos in what we can say to

says, “He gets off on having sex

for him. He can be as exhibitionist

mean really in public. Parking lots, elevators. Places we could be caught.

you too far,

and her eyes red-rimmed,

Shit…

safe word that can't be

ever a time, maybe in your