0 comments/ 15437 views/ 2 favorites Turquoise By: heidi202 The night air in Santa Fe was filled with a mesquite scent. Turquoise Sky shut the door to her black Mercedes Coupe and headed up the drive of the hilltop home. Turquoise was a towering brunette who stood six feet tall in her stocking feet. Her face was slim, with high cheekbones and a chiseled nose. Her straight long brown hair framed her face like a dark halo. She had a look that was somewhere between a man and a woman, brutally beautiful as some put it. She was a dangerous woman, though at times she passed for an angel. The house before her was a modern structure built into the hill, made of wood, glass and concrete. The tall windows spanned from floor to ceiling and balconies cantilevered over the hilltop blurring the lines between nature and man. The heavy wooden door opened and Jack greeted her with a big kiss on each cheek. Jack was an orthopedic surgeon and his wife Marla was an art gallery owner. They were avid collectors in the Santa Fe arts scene. Jack was also her client, an aging man in his late fifties with salt and pepper gray hair and wire rimmed glasses. He stood about five feet four inches. His wife had no idea of his fetishes even they had been married now for twenty years, although at times she did suspect him of cheating on her. Turquoise wanted no part of ruining any marriage; in fact, she viewed herself as something of a counselor, a bridge perhaps to indulging men's desires and fantasies. Jack held his hand out to her. He eyed her black leather mini-skirt, long legs and high heeled shoes. "Hi babe". "Hi." "Come on in." They stepped inside the main space of the house. Tall ceilings with skylights pointed at the sky and long glass walls shimmered in front of them opening up to the rugged landscape outside. People walked around the room, staring at art and chatting with glasses of wine in their hands. The room glowed a pale gold. "Care for a drink?" "Yes, I would." "What will you have?" "I'll take a Grasshopper." "Coming right up." She followed him to the bar where a bartender in uniform was serving drinks. "A grasshopper for the lady... So, what do you think of the house?" "It's very impressive"— she said She looked around at a wall of African masks. There was a buffalo mask, a hawk mask, a flying spirit mask, a female mask and an antelope mask. "I love your masks"— she commented. "Marla collects them... Oh, here she comes..." Jack looked suddenly slightly nervous and his hand shook as he handed Turquoise the Grasshopper. A plump blonde woman wearing a long flowing silk muumuu with flowers painted on it approached them. "And who is this Jack?" Marla eyed Turquoise with a wicked stare. "Marla, dear, this is Turquoise Sky...She's a collector." "Oh. How wonderful to meet you dear. What do you collect?" "I collect some American art and African art as well, I especially like the Colonial figures from the sixties." "Oh yes, we do have quite the collection ourselves...We travel every year to the North Coast of Africa and wreak havoc on the villages." " Sounds wonderful." "I love your masks." "Oh yes, they are wonderful... The Bwa and the Nuna live in the dry land of Central Africa. They seek the help of the powerful spirits who live in the wild forest, in the bush country and in the rivers surrounding their villages. By using the masks, the people are able to control the forces and put them in touch with the spirits. They often use the masks at funerals and at ceremonies to bring forth the blessings of the spirits." "That's very interesting." "Has Jack given you the tour?" "No, as a matter of fact he hasn't." "Hon, why don't you show her the house?" "As you wish dear...Come on, follow me." Jack led her past the ebony dining table with leather chairs into a courtyard filled with flowers and burning torches. The night air was intoxicatingly sweet and Turquoise was buzzed from the Grasshopper. He led her into the master bedroom, which had concrete walls and a large abstract piece of sculpture above the bed. "This is our master suite." "So this is where it all happens." "Nothing compared to you"— he whispered. "Cool." They walked down a flight of stairs into a large wine cellar. "Now this is my favorite part of the house." Floor to ceiling mahogany cubes lined the walls with hundreds of bottles of wines. Jack pulled down a bottle of red and opened it. He poured the wine into two glasses. "This is Chateau De Rothschild, 1972." They sniffed it. "Fruity." "Not too dry." He poured more wine into her glass. She leaned on the granite top of the island and closed her eyes. "Get on your knees"— she commanded. Jack dropped down to his knees. "Kiss my shoe." He was on all fours on the ground and lifted her shoe in his hands and began to kiss the shoe, starting with the spiky heel. He moved slowly up to her toes. "Can I take your shoes off, Mistress?" "Yes, you may." "Thank you...I love your feet." "Shut up and lick them." He gently removed her shoes and buried his face in the pedicure of her feet, licking between her toes and biting them gently. He had a huge erection and he tried to unzip his pants. "No!" She pushed his hand away from his pants. "No touching." "Yes Mistress." He continued to rub her feet and she lay back on the table. She enjoyed being worshipped by Jack; he was such an obedient slave. Turquoise was a dominant woman who took great pleasure in disciplining her slaves. She had begun her role as a mistress only two years earlier after a lifetime of being abused by men. It was the classic ugly duckling story. Growing up she had been a tall, gawky girl who was always too tall for the boys and was often ridiculed. Men would shy away from her and then she had married very young and dropped out of college. She married a domineering police officer that she had stayed with for seven years. Now she was twenty seven and decided it was finally time to take control of her sexuality. No more domineering men for her, now she would be in control at all times. She would call the shots. She had joined a house in New York and worked with Mistress Cindy and learned the rules of BDSM.. The experienced dominatrix had taught her how to give the most exquisite form of pleasure by having a firm hand, a strong mind and a long whip. Most of her clients came to her by way of an introductory letter. She required that they send her a letter about themselves telling her in detail what they wanted from a mistress, what their likes and dislikes where and what they fantasized about. She loved getting their letters and she screened her clients carefully. She accepted those only who were truly submissive and had a genuine desire to please her and who understood the rules. There were many novices out there that thought they would be getting laid, but this was not the case. Jack was an easy client. He had ejaculated in his pants and was embarrassed. "I'm sorry... I came." "That's alright Jack. Lets go back to the party." "Yes Mistress." He pulled out a small white envelope and handed it to her. It was an easy $1000. She tucked it away in her handbag. "Can I see you next week?" "I'll check my appointments and let you know." "Thanks Turquoise." Marla appeared at the door. "Oh there you are Jack! I need you upstairs." Jack turned around and gave her a sheepish look. "Go on, I'll email you." "Bye." Turquoise made her way up the stairs and left the party. She got in the car and started the ignition. The check engine light flashed on and off. She turned the keys in the ignition again and backed out of the driveway. She would have to have that checked later. Turquoise woke up to the sound of her cat stretching the door. Patty was a friendly black cat who led her own life in the loft. The loft was where Turquoise based her headquarters. It was a three thousand square foot custom loft at the corner of Frontage Road and West Alameda. It was an adobe structure and the interior was sparse and spacious. The ceilings were twenty feet high and the loft was divided up into living and play areas. She had a custom retro kitchen, a dungeon, a bathroom with multiple showers and a claw foot tub, a playroom and several bedrooms. She liked order and kept the loft in immaculate condition. She also had many slaves that were more than accommodating when it came to cleaning, doing the laundry and dusting. There was a vast library of books on music, film, psychology and human sexuality with such titles as The American Psychologist, the Interpretation of Dreams, 269 Amazing Sex Play and Transgender Prostitutes. She kept a CD collection of old favorites like The Beatles and The Rolling Stones and also had some smooth jazz by Anita Baker, Patti Austin and Bobby Caldwell. Her tastes were widespread. The New York times was delivered daily to keep up with current events and many of her clients liked to read the paper if they had to wait for a session to end. Turquoise got out of bed and stretched. She picked up a pink velour tracksuit that was on a chair and put on a white T-Shirt and running shoes. It was time for her daily walk. She did at least thirty minutes every day to keep in shape. The answering machine was blinking but she ignored it. It was probably business and she didn't want to deal with clients on her private time. It was a perfect fall day outside and she headed down East Alameda and headed south toward Guadeloupe Street towards the Mayan Cafe. The air was cool and fresh and she thought of the day ahead of her. She had only one session scheduled for today, a seasoned client who was a married submissive. She reached the Mayan Cafe and went inside. It was bright and cheery inside, with classical music playing. The walls were painted in bright colors and there was artwork displayed on every inch of wall space. The pretty young girl behind the counter recognized her. "Coffee and a croissant today?" "Yes, you remembered" — she said surprised. "I'm good at remembering faces but I'm no good with names." The girl handed her a tray with the coffee and the croissant and she took it over to a small table by the window. Here she could sit and watch all the yuppies in their early morning routine of lattes and muffins. She poured the milk in her coffee and thought about her life. Of course, she liked what she was doing, though most people wouldn't think it was acceptable. But she did provide a service, a service that was becoming more and more in demand. She never had sex with her clients she just dominated them. She thought about her old life in New York with Frank. He was so controlling, he had even had their apartment bugged so he could monitor her every move. It had been like being in jail. She had put up with his verbal and metal abuse, physical abuse and bullshit long enough. Now she was free. No man would ever control her life again. "Excuse me, are you reading this?" She looked up and saw a man standing in front of her. "No, I'm not." "Thanks." He smiled at her. He was a handsome man in a shaggy sort of way. He had long gray hair pulled back into a ponytail and he sported a beard. His eyes were blue and very kind and he had lines around them. He looked like an artist. "Got to catch up on my reading." She smiled at him and he sat down at a table nearby. Come to think of it, she had seen him here before, most mornings actually. She had never really noticed him until today. He had an original look she made a mental note. She took a bite out of her croissant and chewed slowly. She thought of the work she had to do today, she had some supplies to buy and some emails to answer. She got up to leave and the man looked up and smiled. "Thanks again." "See you." Turquoise walked up the road to a nearby Walgreen's and entered. It was very quiet in the store and only a few shoppers were about. She sauntered past the greeting cards and the detergents and pulled out a short shopping list from her purse. She headed over to the baby care aisle and started loading some items in a cart. Goodnight underpants, baby powder, lotion, shampoo, toothbrushes, baby soap, petroleum jelly and laxatives in a chocolate flavor. She would need these items later for a session; it was good to be stocked up. Turquoise took all of the items up to the front counter where a middle-aged woman with gray hair and glasses rang her up. "I see you have a little on at home." "Yes, a few." "Kids are always such an expense, it never ends." "No, it doesn't." "You have a good day Ma'am." "Thank you." She smiled and left the store. It was four thirty on the digital clock at Dolce & Partners. Ken sat back in his comfortable leather chair and stared at his monitor. The internet has access to sex twenty four hours a day. It made being married seem easy now, made cruising' for chicks seem obsolete. He browsed some website of some sexy cheerleaders and horny housewives. He was so bored with all the same pussy all the time. He was looking for something new. He didn't know what yet. His wife Nancy was home with the kids in Greenwich and they had a comfortable life. They attended the local church on Sundays and Ken even played guitar with the church band. He was the CEO of his own accounting firm and made over six figures a year. Life was good. Hi cell phone rang and he picked it up. It was his buddy Tim. "Hey dude, what's up?" "Nothin', just surfing the net." "Yeah, what you lookin' at... porno?" "What else?" "Yeah dude, there's some sick shit out there." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah man." "Like what?" "Well, I found this site, it's run by a dominatrix out West." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah... It's different... you should check it out." "Yeah, well, I'm not into that shit, all right?" "All right man." "What is it, how do you spell it?" "Turquoise.com" "Thanks Dude" "How's the wife by the way?" "She's good." "That's nice... Listen, I got some tickets for the game next Friday night. Are you in?" "Count me in." "Awesome!" Ken punched in the name and the website came up. He studied it. It showed a picture of Turquoise and he read how she liked men to write to her with their fantasies. She's good looking — he thought — in a masculine way; her features were so pronounced and strong. She looked strong, like you couldn't mess with her, even mean maybe. He thought about visiting a dominatrix. Nah, it wouldn't work for him. He was used to being the one in control. The phone rang. It was Nancy. "Hi honey." "Hi doll." "Are you coming home soon? I have dinner almost ready." "What's for dinner?" "Pot roast, baby potatoes and green beans." "Great, I'll be leaving soon." "Can you stop and buy a bottle of white wine?" "Sure." "Erica wants to say hi." A little voice was on the line. "Hi Daddy." "Hi darling' "Are you coming home soon? I want to play!" "On my way." "Bye daddy". Click. The line went dead. He brought up Turquoise's website again and read some more of it. He said she operated in Santa Fe. A whore out west, well, God Almighty!" New Mexico. He thought of it, the open air, the mountains, and the dry climate. He would love to go out there one day. He shut the lights off and locked up. Santa Fe would have to wait dinner was calling. Ken pulled in the driveway to the house. It was a one hundred year old clapboard house they had inherited from his father. His Dad had bought it years ago and today the house was worth well over a million. He carried the wine inside. The kids greeted him at the door. "Daddy's home! Daddy's home." Nancy came out of the kitchen wearing a tight black dress and an apron over it. She had a big smile on her face. "Thank goodness you're home, I was getting worried." "I'm here, where's dinner?" He gave her a big kiss on the lips. "Its ready, okay, everybody come and sit down"" The kids scrambled to the table and they all sat down and bowed their heads in prayer. "Dear Jesus, thank You for this food we are about to receive. Amen." They dug into the food and the kids started to argue. "I want potatoes first"— said Erica No, give me potatoes"— said Ethan. "Kids, kids, now settle down"— Nancy said. Ken looked sternly at the kids and made a serious face. "Now you all behave, understand?" Then he cracked up, a big smile spreading all over his face. It was good to be home. He loved his life, his peace of mind. He looked over at Nancy. They had been married for ten years and he loved her now more than ever. She was his life. She knew nothing about his growing porno addiction. She would divorce him if she knew how much money he blew on internet girls. To him it was just entertainment, he really thought nothing of it. "How was your day hon?" "Good. I landed a new account today for a tire company." "That's wonderful dear." "Yes, its good. Pass me the green beans please?" She passed him the beans. She still looked good he thought, long blonde hair, slim figure, he was one lucky man. Nancy looked at Ken. He was still so handsome, she thought. She wondered if any of the girls in the office had a crush on him. Probably... better watch out! "I took the kids to karate today." "Oh yeah, how was it?" "I like Karate"— Eric said. "Hi ya! —Said Ethan Ken looked over at Nancy who was clearing the dishes. "What's for desert Ma?" "Rhubarb pie." "Eeeeewww...Rhubarb"— Ethan said "If you don't like it you don't have to eat it. "No, I want it mommy" — he whined. Nancy brought out the rhubarb pie. "Here you go" "Lovely." Erica danced around in front of him, her braces shining in the lights. "Dad, will you come to my play next Tuesday night?" "You're in a play pumpkin?" "Yes Dad, I am the wicked witch!" "I'll be there." "Thanks Dad." They finished up dinner and the kids went off to play. Ken retired to the study and sat down at the computer. He brought up Turquoise's website again. He thought of what to say. "Hi, my name is Ken and I am forty years old. I think you are a beautiful woman and I would like to worship you from head to toe. Please contact me, Ken." He finished typing and Nancy stuck her head in the door. "Hon?" He spun around quickly with a surprised look on his face. "Yes?" "Erica is doing a fashion show, come and see." "I'll be right there." Turquoise was getting ready for her afternoon session. Billy was due any minute and better be on time. If her clients were late she charged them for every minute they were late. Billy was a married, submissive, man. His wife knew that he loved beautiful women but she didn't know he liked to be tied up and worked over. The buzzer rang and Turquoise checked the video screen. It was him. She buzzed him in. She was dressed in a riding jacket, thigh high black patent leather boots, a hat with a hole in it, spurs and carried a riding crop in her hand. "You're late." Billy blushed. "I apologize Mistress." "That's not good enough. Show me how sorry you are." He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her crotch. She whipped him with the riding crop. "Don't touch me! Get on all fours!" He crawled around the room on all fours and she rode on top of him whacking him with the riding crop. "Don't ever be late again!" "I won't be late I promise." "Okay, now stand up and undress." He stood up and undressed slowly. His body was lean and muscular and he had very little hair on his body. "Now lie down on the bed". Turquoise She straddled him and began pulling hard his hair. "Have you been a good boy this week?" "No Mistress." "What did you do?" "I wore my wife's clothes." "You did? Who said you could do that?" "I did." "Don't you remember I told you not to do that unless you asked my permission first?" "I know, I know, I've been bad." She whipped his ass a few times and then took a scarf and tied it around his balls. She pulled on it hard, causing him pain. "Don't ever disobey me again you piece of shit!" "I'm sorry, I won't Mistress, and I won't." The session was over and Turquoise poured herself a glass of water. "Get out of here." "Yes Mistress." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. She looked at the cash and shook her head. "I told you to bring my money in a white envelope, that's how I want it presented to me in the future. Can you remember that?" "I will. I promise." Billy was an easy customer and Turquoise was just starting to get turned on. She counted the hundreds. "See you next week." He left and she went and sat in the living room and turned on the TV. There was a soap opera playing and a dramatic actress was crying over the love she lost. That was the last thing she'd ever do was cry over a man, she thought. Her thoughts went to the stranger she had met in the coffee shop. She wondered if she would see him again another morning... Meanwhile she had things to do, better go and see about the car. Jesse Fernandez looked at his watch. It was almost lunchtime at the Old Taos Garage. He was a mechanic and had been there for almost a year. He had trouble keeping jobs his work record was covered with spots. He knew what he was having for lunch, that fucking salami sandwich and peppercorns he had bought at the deli. Jesse was twenty-five and not what you would call a ladies man. He was very shy with women and usually came off as clumsy and awkward. He loved to look at movie stars and dreamed about catching a broad as hot as Jennifer Lopez and sticking it to her, deep into her. He had a girl that he saw sometimes, Mary Lopez, but she was sort of fat and dumpy and not a great lay. Not like Jennifer. His boss came around the corner wearing the company uniform, jeans and a blue t-shirt with the garage logo on it. "Jesse" — he boomed. "Yes sir..." "I have a customer out front I want you to take care of now." "Ah, shit man, it's my lunch." "Sorry Jesse, but she's a fox...Maybe you can help the lady out, take an extra fifteen from me after." Fuck! Now the fucking sandwich would have to wait. He walked out to the cashier area. There was a tall woman standing there with a pretty face. Shit! She was tall man! And she had nice tits too! He checked her out. "Can I help you?" She looked down at him, glanced over his dirty t-shirt and greasy jeans haughtily. "Ah, my car...the check engine light keeps coming on...Do you think you could check it out for me?" "Oh yeah, sure Miss... Let me drive it around back. Which one is yours?" "The black Mercedes." Figures. A rich broad, probably married to some surgeon or some shit like that. He drove the car in to the bay and popped the hood. He put a computer to it to scan the engine. It all checked out okay. Maybe it was a faulty wire. He tightened it. Turquoise waited by the bay, watching the mechanic check the car. She hoped it was nothing major that would be just what she needed. He came towards her with a serious look on his face. "Excuse me, I got the problem fixed. It was just a faulty wire." "Oh, thank you." "Meet me out front and we'll settle up." She waited by the register as he pulled the car out front. "That'll be twenty five dollars." Fuck it, he'd charge her, she could afford it. "All right." She pulled out her checkbook and wrote a check for twenty five dollars. "Here you go." "Thanks." He stared at the check. It had her address on it. He made a mental note to make a copy of it for later. "I'm surprised your husband didn't figure out the wire"— he teased. "I'm not married." "I'm surprised a pretty woman such as yourself isn't married. "Maybe one day..." Not married eh? He wondered where she got all her dough from: probably some rich, broad with a rich ass parents. "Here are your keys." He gave her a creepy stare and she looked away quickly. This guy made her uneasy. She drove away. He looked at the check and made a photocopy of it. This lady could be worth pursuing. Maybe she needed a guy like him around the house to take care of things. She was a good looking broad that was for sure. He crumpled up the copy and shoved it into his pocket. He would deal with her later, now he had a sandwich to eat. Turquoise sat down at her desk to answer some e-mails. She got quite a few from her website. She went through them and came across one from a man named Ken. He said he wanted to worship her from head to toe. She smiled to herself: this was a green guy. He sounded like a novice for sure. She could spot them from a mile away. She wrote back to him. Hello Ken, This is Turquoise. I got your letter and I am flattered by your request. If you want to worship me it will be when and how I choose. I will give you my instructions and I expect you to comply with my wishes. If I feel you are truly worthy of worshipping me I will contact you again. Turquoise That was a to the point letter showing him who was boss. He might as well get used to it. Turquoise got up from the computer and went into the kitchen to fix something to eat, it was getting late. It was nightfall and the skies were a dark purple over the mountains. Jesse was off work and drove up West Alameda and stopped to look at Turquoises' loft building. Number 202, this was it. He watched the lights go on inside and sat back in the car and drank a Budweiser. So this was where the bitch lived. Nice spread. He slunk down in the seat and looked through the tall windows for awhile. He finished his beer and drove on. He would be back. Morning broke and Turquoise woke up to the sound of her front buzzer ringing. She got up and walked over to the video screen, where she could see the front door. It was a UPS man standing there holding a small package. She buzzed him in. "Package for a Ms Turquoise Sky. Please sign here." She signed. He left and she closed the door. She opened the package; it was an African mask she had ordered online from a collector. She put it up on her wall of masks. She went into the bedroom and put on her pink velour tracksuit and running shoes and headed out the door. She was feeling good today and the air was cool and refreshing. She walked a bit faster. She wondered if the strange man would be at the Mayan Cafe today... She opened the door to the cafe and walked inside. Classical music played and she ordered her croissant and coffee. "Good morning" — said the pretty girl behind the counter. "Hello," She sat down by the window and sipped her latte. No sign of the stranger. She looked outside to where some yuppies were sitting and saw him outside tying his dog to a post. He walked in. She pretended not to notice him. He was walking towards her carrying a cup of coffee in his hands. He stopped by her. "Hello" — he said She looked up from her paper and pretended to be surprised. "Oh, hello." "Nice to see you again... mind if I join you?" "Go ahead." She shuffled her newspaper around. "My name is Tom." "I'm Turquoise." "Turquoise, that's an unusual name." "Yes, it is... it means Turkish Stone." "Yes, indeed, turquoise dates back to the Egyptian times." "Yes, it does...I've seen you here before." "Oh yes, I come here most mornings before I paint." "Oh, you're an artist?" "Yes, I am. I have a small studio on Canyon Road." "Really?" "Yes, I sell my work from there. Its mostly word of mouth." "That's fantastic." "Well, nice to finally talk to you. I had noticed you before but I was too shy to say anything." "Well, I am glad you finally did." "And what do you do, Turquoise?" There it was. He asked her the magic question. She quickly made up a lie. "I'm a therapist" — she lied. "A therapist, how wonderful... What sort of therapy do you do?" "Oh, mostly marriage counseling and that sort of thing." "That's fascinating." If only he knew how fascinating it really was, she thought. She quickly changed the subject. "So what kind of paintings do you do?" "Well, I'm an abstract painter, I'm really into textures right now. Of course I paint in oils." "Of course... maybe one day I could see some of your work...I am also a collector." "Really?" "Yes, I collect African art and American art." "I 'd love for you to drop by and see some of my work." He pulled out a card with his name and address on it. "Stop by, anytime." "Oh, thank you." She put the card in her pocket and he got up to leave. "Well, I guess I'll get going now, enough procrastination for me today. Bye Turquoise, nice to meet you." He shook her hand. "Thanks." He left the cafe and walked away with his dog. She had finally met him. He seemed like a nice, normal man. Maybe she would stop by his place sometime. She stared out the window and her mind mentally switched gears into work mode. Today she had a session scheduled with a heavyweight client at his house in the hills. He was a prominent figure, a powerful businessman. He liked complete privacy and never came to her; she always had to see him at his home. Of course she charged double for house visits. He was into transformation. It was Sunday morning in Connecticut and Nancy and the kids were at church. Ken decided to stay home because he was hot to build his new pigeon cage out in the backyard. They had two acres of property and he already had the main loft completed. First he sat at the computer with a cup of steaming hot coffee in hand. He read his e-mails: Spam, more spam, an offer from Nigeria to transfer one million dollars into his bank account (not!) and then finally an e-mail from Turquoise. He opened it up and read her letter. So she would contact him when she felt it right if he was worthy! Well, wasn't that sassy! He laughed to himself. Well, he'd see about that. He finished his coffee and put on some jeans and a blue flannel shirt and went over to Home Depot. He needed 2x4's and some plywood for the cage. That would assure things for today. This new cage was for all the babies that would become the flyers of next season. He liked to race his homers; sometime you could win big money flying. He checked out at the cashier and carried the lumber back to his truck. He thought about the dominatrix. Sure, he was intrigued about the whole idea but he wasn't sure what to expect. And he didn't want to hurt Nancy in any way. He remembered the girl. She looked pretty in the picture, he might consider going there if she asked him to, it was a long way but shit... maybe it was worth the thrill, once in a lifetime. He got home and unloaded the lumber off the truck and got a splinter in his finger. He began to put up the 2x4's. It would be a nice cage when he was through and the kids loved the baby birds. Nancy and the kids would be home any minute from church. He went back to the computer and e-mailed Turquoise back, Dear Turquoise, I'm ready when you are babe; give me a shout when you want to be worshipped by the best of men, Ken There, that was good. Stick it to her nice and simple. He smiled to himself, he was good, and soon there would be another notch in his belt. He heard the front door open and footsteps running up the steps. "Daddy!" — it was Erica all dressed up in a pink fluffy dress and patent leather shoes. She hugged him tightly. "Look what I got from Sunday School." She handed him a blue ribbon "I won it." "That's great pumpkin... Where's Mommy?" "I'm here!" Nancy came around the corner dressed in a pink Channel suit, high heels and a wide brim hat. She leaned over to give him a kiss. "Hi honey! Everybody asked about you in church." "Well, I got a lot done...I got my lumber from the store, going to get the rest of that pigeon cage done today." "Uh, you and those birds! They are such smelly, dirty creatures..." "I like them honey." "I know." She glanced over at his emails and looked away, he switched screens quickly. "Are you ready for lunch?" "I'm starved." Turquoise checked her makeup in the magnifying mirror. It looked good, not too much eye makeup on. She brushed her hair and looked at her outfit. She had on khaki leather pants, a white spaghetti strap t-shirt and a silver belt. She looked all right. Today was her appointment with Danny, a powerful businessman. He owned a trash collection service and also bought and sold real estate of premier properties in and around Santa Fe. He usually liked to have lunch first and then have his session. He loved to be seen with a beautiful woman, it was part of his huge ego that she would put in check later. Turquoise left the house and headed south. They were meeting at the Stark House, a luxurious retreat with a gardenlike atmosphere. Danny was well-known there and all the hostesses, waiters and the owner knew him well. She pulled up to the low building and passed the car to a valet. He was there waiting for her. Danny stood six feet four inches tall, had curly salt and pepper hair and always had a big grin on his face. "Hi Danny." "Hi Doll, looking good." "Thanks." "Come on in, lets grab a table." They entered the restaurant and the hostess seated them right away. It was a cozy setting with wooden deck tables outfitted with white umbrellas and comfy cushioned seating. Live jazz played somewhere off in the corner. The place was filled with businessmen and high powered lunch ladies and a few heads turned as they walked to their table. They sat down at a small table and he smiled at her. He had a pretty dazzling smile and could pour on the charm when he wanted to. "So, how's everything?" "Great, I've been pretty busy." "Yeah, I'll bet business is good." "Yes it is" — she said quietly. He leaned over and spoke in an urgent whisper: "I'm really looking forward to our session today." "Me too." "You know what I like." She certainly did. Danny had been a client of hers for a few years now and he trusted her completely. A waiter appeared wearing a clean white apron. "Hello, would you care from anything from the bar?" "I'd like a white wine" — said Turquoise. "And I'll have an Amstel Light." "Very well... Today's specials are a spectacular cheeseburger of Kobe beef, foie gras and black truffle bacon, whole grilled sea bass served Vera Cruz style with a warm dice of tomato, capers and black olives." The waiter looked at her. "I'll take the Sea bass, please." "And I'll take the cheeseburger" — said Danny "Very well..."— said the waiter and disappeared. "I love this place." "Yes, it's wonderful..." A cottonwood leaf fluttered overhead. A tall, black haired lady stopped by their table. "Hello Danny!" He looked up surprised. "Oh hello!" "My goodness, it's been so long since I've seen you." "Barbara, nice to see you. This is my associate Turquoise." "Hello" — Turquoise said. "Barbara works for the district attorney's office." "Oh really... How nice." "We're working on some redevelopment issues right now." "Well, Santa Fe is certainly slow in developing..." "Yes, its slow work...Nice to meet you." The lady got ready to walk away. "Nice seeing you Danny." Turquoise looked uncomfortable. "Relax, she can't hurt you." "I don't like lawyers." "I hear you." Their food arrived presented on blue Mexican plates. Danny leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I'm so turned on, being here with you. You are the most beautiful woman in the place." "I'm flattered." They finished up their lunch with raspberries with fresh whipped cream and headed up to the hills towards Danny's home. Electronic gates opened and Turquoise followed him up the long drive to the house. He led her in through the massive carved wooden doors and into the main foyer. The space was high and there were wooden beams in the ceiling. The walls were smooth stucco. Danny was an art collector and was heavily into sculpture. Pieces were on display throughout the open space. "Care for a drink?" "I'll have a white wine." "Sure." He disappeared into his massive kitchen and brought two glasses of white wine to the table. She sipped it. Danny liked to take it slowly; she knew not to rush him. They sat back on his leather sectional sofa and relaxed. Suddenly his whole demeanor changed and he looked at her with soft eyes and a shy smile. "I bought a dress yesterday...Would you like to see it?" "Yes, show it to me." Her tone was authoritative. "I'll be back." "Don't come back until you are all fixed up for me. I want everything, makeup, heels..." "Yes Ma'am" She sat back on the sofa and sipped her wine, gazing at the painting above the mantel. Danny went into his bedroom closet and opened the door. There was a long red gown with sequins hanging up. He pulled it out and laid it carefully on the bed. He went into the bathroom and pulled out a small make-up bag filled with Revlon cosmetics. He carefully began applying some foundation with a sponge, some rouge and some lipstick. Then he pulled out a blonde wig from the drawer and put it on. He stepped into the dress and zipped up the zipper in the back. The pumps were the last things and he put on a pair of red satin pumps from inside the closet. He appeared at the top of the stairs in full drag. "Hello, here I come." He made his way carefully down the stairs, the long gown trailing behind him he had a majestic look on his face. "Let me see you." "Hi." "Hi beautiful...What's your name?" "I'm Cindy." "That's a pretty name... You are a very attractive woman, Cindy..." "Thank you." "Are you wearing underwear?" "Yes." "Would you like to show it to me?" He looked astonished. "Well, I charge for that." "How much do you charge?" "I charge $50 to show my panties. A girl can't go around doing things like that for free." "I think I have $50". She reached in her purse and pulled out a $50 bill. "Here, you take it. Now will you show me your underwear?" "All right." Danny reached down and pulled up the dress revealing a pair of red satin panties and a big erection. Turquoise stared at the panties. "Oooh, those are so nice! Why don't you take them off?" Danny reached down and pulled off the panties. "Now come over here." She stood up and pulled out a whip from her bag. He sat down on the couch. "Tell me what you have been doing." "I've been bad." "How bad?" "Very bad." "If you don't tell me what you have been doing I m going to whip you hard." He hesitated. She cracked the whip on his erection "Bend over my knee." He lay over her knees and he exposed his hairy ass and she whipped it a few times. "You naughty girl!" Danny's whole body went rigid and he had an orgasm. Turquoise sat back and put the whip down. The session was over. Danny liked to have an orgasm in drag and then he was finished. He had had enough humiliation for one day. He went over to a desk and pulled out a white envelope from the drawer. "For you." "Thanks." "No, thank you." Turquoise drove home. It was getting dark already. She had enjoyed her session with Danny and had made a good chunk of change. She would have to make a bank deposit next week. The money was god. She hated the thought of giving up this service because she made such great money and it was all tax free. Of course she could do other things with her life but for now, maybe for just a few more years she would continue this service and then retire... Turquoise Jesse Fernandez was in the garage working on some piece of shit, a Volvo car. Jesus! He hated these cars. Why'd they have to make them so damn complicated? He looked at his watch it was almost quitting time. He finished working on the car and wiped his hands on his jeans. Time to split. He got into his Ford Bronco and headed up Alameda Street, towards Turquoise's loft. He had his Nikon camera in the front seat and wanted to get a few snap shots in just in case he got lucky and the Princess was home. He drove past the house but her car was not there. Maybe she'd be home soon. He took a sip of the Budweiser he had in a small paper bag and watched a few cars pass by. About five minutes later she rolled in the driveway and he sprang to attention. She was home! She got out of her car. What a fox! Man! He looked a little closer, looked like she was wearing leather pants. He adjusted the telephoto lenses and snapped a roll of pictures. This would be good. She opened the front door and he watched all the lights come on in the loft. He wondered why she wasn't married. Maybe she was a dyke. Nah, he doubted it. She was too fucking sexy to be a dyke. He thought about how he would love to marry a chick like this, a chick with dough. It was almost as good as marrying Jennifer Lopez. He stared up the car and drove away slowly. He would develop the pictures tonight. Jesse pulled into his driveway, which was a modest two bedroom home. He lived there with his mother who was getting up in her years. His old man had split a long time ago and he felt it was his duty to take care of his Ma. She was cooking something. It smelled like liver and onions. Man! He hated that shit! He should have picked up some KFC on the way home. He heard her calling to him. "Jesse, is that you?" "Yes, Ma, its me." "Come on, dinner's ready!" "Okay ma." He went into his bedroom, which was a mess and had posters of movie stars everywhere. He had all his favorites on the wall, Jennifer Lopez, Christina Aguilera, Pink, Jessica Simpson and Cher. He unloaded the camera and took the roll of film into the bathroom. He had his developing materials in there and would develop after dinner. "Jesse." "I'm coming Ma." He got to the table, which had a plastic tablecloth on it and a huge crucifix on the wall. They said their prayers and his mother heaped a nice chunk of liver with some onions on top. He almost threw up but forced himself to it of for her sake. "So how was your day? "She asked. "Ah, it was okay I guess." "What's wrong? You have trouble at the garage? I know when something is bothering you." "No, it's cool." They ate in silence for a while. "I need you to take me to the market on Saturday." "Sure Ma." "I want to buy some fresh red peppers there to make stuffed peppers." "Okay. "Don't forget." "No Ma." He pulled away from the table and threw his napkin over the plate, covering the leftover onions. "I'll be in my room." He went into his room and began to develop the pictures of Turquoise in his makeshift darkroom. The pictures were dark and grainy but they showed her face and her hair clearly. He cropped in close and burned a spot on her face to make it lighter. He made some 8x10 prints and hung the pictures up on a clothesline to dry, held by wooden clothespins She was a good looking broad; maybe she would marry him. Once she got to know what a nice guy he was, maybe she would even love him He lived in a dream-world — Jesse's dream-world — where everything went his way. Tomorrow he'd stop by the house just to see what she was up to. Keep your eyed on the prize, that's what they said. He'd keep his eyes close on her... Turquoise awoke to find Patty walking over her belly. She pulled the cat close and snuggled against her. The clock read seven-thirty, time to get up. She got out of bed and headed for the shower. The steam filled the room and she shampooed her hair with some herbal shampoo. She thought about Tom and wondered if he would be at the cafe. Jesse sat in his car and watched the loft. Shit man, it was early but maybe she would show. He could see no movement but he waited just in case. Suddenly the door opened and there she was, wearing a pink tracksuit and running shoes. He got his camera ready. She was out walking, he snapped some pictures of her and followed her from a distance. He wondered where she was going. Man! She had a nice ass. He liked the way it jiggled when she walked. Turquoise arrived at the Mayan Cafe and got in line for her croissant and coffee. Tom was nowhere in sight. She got her tray and sat at a table by the window. Jesse Fernandez parked the car outside the Mayan cafe and debated whether to go in or not. If he did she might recognize him... He decided to go in. He walked in and went up to the counter, pulling the baseball cap down below his ears. "Hello, can I help you?" Said the pretty girl behind the counter "Uh, can I have a cup of coffee, please?" "That'll be one seventy-five, please." He paid her for the coffee and sat down at a table at the back of the cafe. He watched her drinking her coffee. A tall man came in with gray hair pulled back in a ponytail and took his tray over to Turquoise's table. She looked up and smiled at him. Jesse's heart sank... So this old guy was her boyfriend? Tom sat with Turquoise and kissed her hand. "Good morning, nice to see you." "Hello" — she said "Mind if I join you?" "Not at all." "Thanks." He took a sip of his coffee. "I've been working on a new series of paintings. They are pretty abstract...I'd love for you to see them." "Really?" "Yes, maybe you could stop by the studio...If you're not too busy." "Today?" "Yes, would you like to?" "Yes I would." "Great." They finished up their coffee and left the cafe. Jesse looked at his watch. It was getting close to nine; he'd have to cut back to the garage. He watched them drive away in Tom's truck. He'd have to catch her another day, he thought. Jesse made it to the garage on time and his boss had a clipboard in his hand. "I've got a job I need you to do Jesse." "Yes sir." "See that Blue Honda over there?" "Yes." "Needs an oil change." Fuck! Back to work. He'd see to Princess later. He was just starting to know about her life, maybe soon he'd be in it, get that old man out of the picture! Turquoise and Tom arrived at the studio. It was a large space with a small house in front and a tall two story building with glass windows in the back. Tom opened the door. Inside the house was sparse with a long wooden table and some woven chairs, some bookshelves and a TV. He led her to the back where all the paintings were. They were displayed on the walls and some leaned against a worktable. They were colorful abstracts in yellow, pinks and blue hues. He was obviously very talented. "Welcome to my hovel." "Its wonderful." "Thank you. I don't bring too many people back her, its my private space." "Well, its very nice." He went over to a canvas. "This is the latest painting I've done...Its a landscape. I like to photograph the setting first and paint it later." "Its beautiful." "Like you." She looked around at his work; he was quite prolific. Her cell phone went off. She looked at the caller ID. It was a client. They would have to wait. "Care for anything?" "No really, I have to go. "So soon? All right... Come back and see me anytime." "I will." She walked back home and thought about Tom. It was better to take it slowly with him .She didn't know him and didn't want to get too involved. Involvement meant danger for her. Men equaled pain once you fell in love. Pain of which, she certainly did have her share. After Frank she didn't really want to get involved with a man again, but then, a part of her did want a relationship. But Tom wouldn't understand her work. She doubted he would be interested if he found out the truth. She vowed to keep her professional life from him...