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An Ordinary Day-Endgame part four
21:46 Aug 17 2009
Times Read: 669

Based on the Characters created by Angelus And Lady of Dragon Rose from the short story “An Ordinary Day” written by Angelus and continued by Lady Of Dragonrose and Angelus.



*For Adults Only





Trevor had been given the keys to his Master’s second car, with simple instruction.



“Go to this address and do a reccee, I’m going to the club and see what I can see.”



Trevor finished towelling his hair, and then began to dress.



There was much to do and, the sooner it was all done, the sooner he could return to the life he so enjoyed as a submissive, to a real man.



‘But for now, there was work to be done…”



Trevor picked up the keys once dressed, then left the house.



At that moment, brow furrowed, ‘The Major’ sat at his desk, elbows on his desktop, his hands clasped.



"Boss.. she's after your money!!" Summers sat back and listened to the two men talking, as he heard Chevy Markham's words in his head.



A user the fellow was: and, driven by greed. But, he'd always proven adept with the information he passed on.



So the question he had to ask himself was why was he warning him of this now? After all, he'd been seeing the woman for awhile now.



Drumming his fingertips together, his brow furrowed, John Summers asked himself again and again, 'why now?'



The only thing that had changed was Celine's disappearance.



"Is that it??" He exclaimed, standing up and away from his desk, supporting himself on his fingertips on ht desktop, as he leant forward.



Ben and Jared looked at one another.



“Yumi is many things,” Ben opined, prowling back and forth, “but she isn’t stupid.”



He paused, then carried on speaking, “She won’t have Celine at her place. Of that I’m sure…”



Summers looked up from the table desktop, then smiled: “Maybe you’re right, but I know her well. She’ll use whoever, or whatever it takes to get what she wants.”



“So?” Jared queried, “Where are we going with this?”



“Sandrine,” he muttered in answer, “Ben tells they’re lovers.”



He waited, to see if the others in the room had listened, “So I’m guessing she’s involved, somehow…”



“Hmmmm, talking of Trevor,” Ben drawled slowly, “he’s checking on some things for me, as we speak.”



Jared turned to look at his friend, “Ever the planner.”



Ben just grinned: of the two of them, it was true he was the planner. Yet that said, Jared’s determination, nay downright stubborn streak, was just as useful as Ben’s ability to plan, his friend considered.



Moreover, it would take the pair working in tandem to solve this one, or so it seemed.



Summers had been crestfallen, at first; but Celine was his sole concern right now; the same as it was for Jared and Ben.



“I’m glad you came to me Ben. Yumi’s been an Albatross round my neck for way too long…”



“Howso?” Ben quizzed, his right eyebrow arched.



“Stuff she knows, like where I got Alice from…”



At his slave’s name, Jared turned ashen.



“I’ll be back in five minutes,” he exclaimed hurriedly and left the room.



For a moment Ben and The Major looked at one another in bemusement.



Finally Summers broke the long seconds of silence and pronounced, “Well, I’m sure we’ll find out what was so important soon enough.”



The tension in the air had been broken: and, when Jared returned to the small office, he found to his consternation that both men were laughing.



“So what was so important?” They both answered in unison.



“It was the mention of Alice,” he began, looking at the toes of his boots.



“Uh-huh,” Ben nodded in acknowledgement.



“Well…” Jared muttered.



“Go on,” The Major prompted, a grin spreading across his face, as he noted the look of embarrassment on the younger man’s face.



“I left her tied up…” he admitted, looking suitably abashed.



Again, both Summer’s and Ben began laughing: they just couldn’t help it.



Jared just stood there, listening to their infectious laughter and soon Jared too was laughing.



And suddenly, Ben’s phone rang.

An Ordinary Day – Endgame: Part Three
02:29 Aug 15 2009
Times Read: 684








Based on the Characters created by Angelus And Lady of Dragon Rose from the short story “An Ordinary Day” written by Angelus and continued by Lady Of Dragonrose and Angelus.



*For Adults Only





There had been a demonstration from one of Celine’s male protégé Jared, when David Stapleton noticed there was something wrong.



The dark man’s eyes had bulged wide, as he watched his Mistress waver a little, then fall forward, landing face first onto the table.



David immediately rose from his knees, to ease her into an upright position.



Then, voice panicky, he had called to Rachel, “Get an ambulance!”



He hoped she had just fainted, ‘after all,’ he reasoned, ‘it is hot and… her clothes are restricting.’



Within seconds, Sandrine had been at the table, assuring them, ‘thing’s will be fine, an ambulance is on the way…’



And, there had been: the one that Yumi had organised earlier.



So it had been that Mistress Celine had been taken, just as her phone sitting on the table rang, when Ben called her, to ensure she was alright.



And, it was as Jared neared the end of his exhibition and raised welts slowly appeared on the back of his favourite slave Alice, who hung from chains attached to her the shackles round her wrists, from a ‘Y’ shaped post, that he caught a commotion occurring from the corner of his right eye.



The fair-haired Asian Rachel was there, as were several other faces he recognised at her regular table: ‘and there’s David,’ he noted; ‘But where’s my Mistress .. Celine?’



Alice turned her head, to watch as her Master drop the whip and strode across the room, towards where David and Rachel stood, looking at one another.



The smells and noise of the club dissipated into nothing as he approached the tables noting the look of distress on Stapleton’s face and Jared asked, “What’s the matter?”



Tears forming in his eyes, the dark-skinned slave told him, “They took her away.”



And, as tears began to flow, Jared turned to the ashen-faced Rachel.



The normally self-composed Asian stuttered as she answered, “Mistress fell unconscious and, an ambulance was called. They took her away.”



Feeling assured that he’d been brought to speed Jared felt calmer, as he asked Rachel, “Which hospital did they take her to?”



Pausing to think, Rachel looked shame-faced as she told Jared, “I don’t know.”



“What the fuck!?!” He exclaimed in disbelief.



“Do you know?” He snapped, turning to David, who was now sniffling back his tears and wiping his nose on the back of his left wrist.



“No,” the tall dark slave admitted morosely.



Jared whirled back to face Rachel and barked at her, “So tell me, who ordered the ambulance?”



And, as if one person, David and Rachel turned to look at one another and say the same name: “Sandrine.”



At their mention of the French girls name, David looked to the bar.



With a glance of his eyes, Rachel saw what he had; or didn’t see what he had noticed.

The young French woman was gone, leaving the bar virtually unmanned.



“Sandrine?” Jared repeated quite unnecessarily.



“Yes, they both answered, as one.



“Okaaaay then,” he drawled, more to himself than to those around him, “I think I need a word with ‘The Major.’



Both Rachel and David felt as though they should do more, say more; just, do something. Yet what?



“Never liked it…” Rachel mouthed to David, as Jared walked toward the bar and the last member of bar-staff now working the bar, a young man by the name of Alex, someone knew well.



And, from her vantage point, Alice watched her Master drag the former executive across the bar by the scruff of his shirt-collar.



“Tell Summers, Jared wants a word…”



“Yes Sir, yessir…” the submissive answered, slurring words one into another.



Alex found his feet and quickly made for the door that led to John Summers office.

An Ordinary Day – Endgame: Part Two.
15:57 Aug 04 2009
Times Read: 696








Based on the Characters created by Angelus And Lady of Dragon Rose from the short story “An Ordinary Day” written by Angelus and continued by Lady Of Dragonrose and Angelus.



*For Adults Only









Events had moved fast that night.



Chevy had phoned in to tell Summers that he couldn’t make it: ‘Family issues,’ he’d said. And, Summers had turned to his waif-like lover, a distinct follower of heroin chic, asking her to help staff the bar.



Kissing his ear, the young French woman had said to him, “For you, anything…”



Then, after a long pause and several more butterfly kisses to Summers left earlobe, she whispered, “And I will be paid, won’t I?”



Sandrine would be paid, of course she would.



Running a big hand up the back of her legs, Summers caressed her pert-naked buttocks.



He smiled broadly, and then said to her, “If you wear more than a tee-shirt, yes.”



She did well out of older lover, who adored her.



Yet, he would have felt differently if he’d known of her connection to Yumi, which had begun back in France, during the time Yumi had spent in Europe.



Initially it had been the dominant Asian who had seduced Sandrine, who had readily responded to her advances, which had led to a night of unbridled lust.



Yet, though it had been Yumi who had seduced her, Sandrine had quickly taken to the pleasures of the flesh; and so that night and over many more, she had sought to please her lover again and again.



Then she had arranged for Sandrine to visit her in America after she had moved back there; and in turn, Marley’s the club her old business colleague had opened up.



An introduction had been made and, after a night of hot and sweaty sex, Sandrine quickly became enmeshed in every aspect of John Summers life; and, he became truly obsessed with her.



Their relationship had been intense, so much so that Summers missed seeing a lot.

Either Sandrine was very clever, or he had chosen to be oblivious to her actions.



But, he loved her, which gave Yumi cause to smile, every time she thought of how her plans were dependant on his blind love.



And so far plans had proceeded as she had meticulously prepared.



So it was, when Celine arrived at Marley’s, Yumi had smiled a lot more than usual.

But as ever, the club was busy and, the one thing that might have engendered Celine’s suspicions had been missed.



Celine walked in with her two companions. One was a tall dark young man dressed only in jeans; his well-muscled chest bare except for the black leather collar and leash he wore around his neck. The other had been a rather tall Asian woman with blond hair, who all knew as Rachel.



All eyes wandered over the petite Mistress, with long black hair and smoky brown eyes as she walked by her head held high, with grace one could only admire.



Celine was favoured among the club members and it was not uncommon to see her holding court in her favourite corner of the club. The club owners welcomed her as if she were royalty. And in their world, she was.



She slid into the seat and crossed her long legs, her black leather mini skirt riding up her thighs; her long black hair cascaded down to her hips in soft waves. Her purple corset was just cut low enough for those looking to wish they could see more. Rachel rose, to get her Mistress a bottle of mineral water, prior to the evenings show.



Then Celine turned around to face the front of the room as she took a cigarette out of her case and lit it, and took in the atmosphere of the club, while Rachel walked through the crowded floor space.



She made her way to the bar, where Sandrine was working, wearing as little as her paramour would allow, a little black dress, with a cutaway back that had its hem ending at the top of her thighs, the back of the dress literally hugging her buttocks.



Sandrine looked as harried as she felt, as she moved from one punter to another.

Yet flustered as she was, she ensured that Celine got the bottle that had been so very carefully prepared, for her. And, the night carried on.

End Game part 1
19:37 Aug 03 2009
Times Read: 701

Based on characters created by Angelus and Ladyofdragonrose. From the short story "An Ordinary Day" by Angelus





*adult themes.







Trevor knelt before his master, hands on his knees.



He was naked and calm, at last.



For days, weeks, what seemed months, he’d been lent to Mistress Yumi, as a lazy slave, who needed re-education.



“After all,” he’d heard his Master say to her, “we all know you have training techniques that Celine would not use, techniques that work.”



It had been flattery for her benefit. Yet, it had worked: for within the hour, his Master had a slave in her camp as it were, ready to pass on anything of import. And, there would be: Ben knew that.



So, as hours turned into days and days turned into weeks, Trevor had watched and listened to all that happened at her home, as he had endured a rigorous regime of re-training.



Then, finally he had something to tell his Master. So he’d waited, waited until Yumi was bathing; and then, he’d run.



Ben paced back and forth, hands clasped behind his back.



“So…” he drawled, “tell me that again…”



Trevor looked up.



“She had a visitor. Chevy. The barman from Marley’s…”



“And?” Ben had heard the tale once, but needed to hear it again, while he decided how best to act.



“He was there to sell information to her. Though…”



Trevor paused, deep in thought.



“It seemed to me that she has something on him…”



“Go on!” Ben snapped, “What did he say?”



“He arrived late on. An… an, he was telling Yumi that ‘The Major’ was definitely going through with the sale…”



“And?”



“Well it was something she said. She’d said ‘Celine must’ve known of his purchase and even if she didn’t mind about it, then maybe the law would.’”



“The law?” Ben muttered.



He’d known his teacher had a life before this now and knew that she talked of that time rarely: ‘But the law? Celine had to know of this…”



Ben picked up his mobile and rang Celine’s private number.



No answer.



Ben looked at his watch.



Celine should be at the club, he told himself frowning.



‘Something is wrong…’ he thought.



Ben looked down at his faithful slave and allowed a smile to slip across his face.



“You did well Trevor. Now go bathe, and then get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”



“Yes Master,” Trevor acknowledged.



Trevor wanted to do something anything, to ease his Master’s concerns. But, he knew he had done all he could, for now.



“Now leave,” Ben instructed, “I need to think.”



And, just a few miles away Chevy Markham sat in a seedy bar, nursing a scotch.



He should have been working at Marley’s, yet he wasn’t.



Although the money in his pocket felt good in his pocket, he didn’t feel too good about the way he had earned it. In fact, Chevy didn’t feel good about it at all.



He couldn’t help it.



He owed ‘The Major.’



Back in France, all that time ago, John Summers was known as ‘The Major’ was a big man even then, shoulders, chest and further, his charisma.



And that man, that big man in the locale, had given a badly shaven, lank-haired no-mark speed-freak a chance.



‘The Major’ had opened a beach bar; then as that became more successful, he’d opened his first BDSM club. And, the downbeat James Whitman had become Chevy Markham, a muscled and shaven-headed powerful looking barman, loyal to his employer.



It was at that time that Celine had left Summers. And, though no-one knew why, there’d been stories.



Either way, Yumi, Mistress Yumi as she’d become known by then, had been in the background, supplying to his needs.



And although Celine had parted from Summers, their continued friendship and her enmity toward Yumi, had ensured that the fellow felt like a middleman in his own life.



Chevy smiled, as remembered the gulls screech overhead, as they had stood in a light airy room. He sipped at his drink, recalling the scowl of frustration on his employers face.



‘The Major’ had turned, to look out the window, at the blue of the bay.



“Nice place to visit. But, this isn’t for me anymore James... er sorry, Chevy.”



“Why boss?” He had asked, feeling it was called for.



“Why? Too many memories…”



Two day’s later they had left France. They had moved back to the good ole U.S. of A and Summers had taken Chevy Markham with him, to help open Marley’s.



Markham finished his drink, lifting his hand to indicate to the nearest barstaff, a young slip of a thing name of Melanie, looking good in blue denim short shorts, that he wanted a re-fill.



And, as he waited, Chvy thought back, to that call he had received the first time he had seen Yumi walk into Marley’s and the look on her face, as he saw Celine, amongst a small group of people, sitting proud, her head held high, her long black hair and high cheekbones part of her proud heritage, Native Cherokee.



That was the night he had realised that there would be trouble: ‘that look’ had been the giveaway.



And, the money in his pocket weighed hard, as hard as the mobile in his other pocket, which he got out.



He flipped it open and dialled: “Mister Summers,” he began, “there’s something that I have to tell you. But first, I have to ask, ‘Is Sandrine there?’”



Markham heard ‘The Major’s response and smiled, then began to talk.