1. Training Cassiopeia - Chapter 4


    Date: 11/13/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: elspeth, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    to the scenery so if you’d asked me exactly where we were I’d be hard pressed to tell you. She parked on the street and we hurried inside out of the pouring rain. She pointed to a coat rack and gestured at my wet rain slicker. “Let me show you to your room and you can shower and get some sleep. I’m sure you’re tired after such a long day. I’ll be downstairs in my office. I have to wade through interview questionnaires and figure out some way to represent the data. We can go over your plans and thoughts in the morning over breakfast.” I knew a dismissal when I heard one so I followed her up the stairs to the third floor. It was one gigantic room sectioned off by bookcases, tables and furniture into a bedroom, sitting room and kitchen. There was a full bath off the landing. It was impressive and I smiled at her and said, “Nice.” “I’ll be in my office should you need anything. We’ll stock your fridge with whatever you want tomorrow.” We were standing very close to one another and I could sense the tenseness in Cassiopeia, like she didn’t know what to do or say next. I took the initiative, placed her face between my palms and kissed her softly, almost chastely, on the lips. Still holding her face I said, “I know there’s more to this arrangement than you’ve outlined. We’ll talk tomorrow at length. Don’t work too late. You need to be fresh and sharp for ‘Bree’s Periods of Instruction.’ Thank you,” I said, gesturing about the room. “This will do fine.” I took a quick shower, washed ...
    and dried my hair and crawled into bed. I let my mind wander, doing what it does best...problem solving. Cassiopeia Franklin was the subject of my thoughts. Why did she want to learn how to be a whore? A sex worker? What secrets were hidden behind those gray eyes? I made a mental shopping list of supplies I’d need for my periods of instruction and then closed my eyes and slept. Cassiopeia was still asleep when I stumbled into the kitchen in search of coffee. The expensive coffee maker was on and the pot was full. I figured she’d made preparations sometime before going to bed and the machine’s program had functioned properly. I added sugar and sat down at her small kitchen table and reviewed my plans for the day. It was still raining hard and probably had been all night. My usual routine of pulling on my sweats and runners and going for a run was canceled. I decided to snoop around and see what more I could learn about Cassiopeia Franklin. The large living room was actually her office, complete with floor-to-ceiling overflowing bookcases and stacks of folders on every flat surface. A large desk, fax machine and computer completed things. There were framed photos of what I assumed were her family and one of Cassiopeia and another woman, probably closer to my age, on a beach someplace. Cassiopeia was wearing a very skimpy bikini with her arm around the girl. Two things were obvious. Cassiopeia Franklin had a ‘beach bunny’ body with just the hint of abs under flawless skin, ample ...
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