"So upon the opening of the new salon, your percentage of your father's interest in the business will start to accrue in the form of a private stock", Alicia explained to Lena Sabel, Rebecca's cousin.
Rebecca had gotten her Uncle to go to Alicia's firm for financial planning. This had been a big coup for Alicia, since Sabel Bros. Furs was a very profitable account. The landing of the account had even gotten Alicia her first promotion.
"Ok, sounds great. Is there anyway you can work it so that I get a percentage of Becky's cut", Lena asked, always looking to get at her cousin.
"No Lena", Alicia said flatly.
"Fine, it was worth a try. Listen, speaking of my curly haired little friend, what's this I hear of a boyfriend?"
"I'm not sure Lena, you'll have to ask her"
"Come on, I know you two are slumber party pals, you must tell each other everything", Lena probed, "I'm going to find out sooner or later"
Alicia knew that was true, "Fine, his name his Jason"
"Is he a good screw?", Lena asked crassly.
"What!?!?", Alicia asked, mortified that Lena might no something about some of the 'a-typical' events of the last week or so.
"You know, is he good in the sack? Rebecca must have said something about his love making skills, girl talk you know?", Lena said. She was clearly just fishing.
"Oh, no, Becky didn't say. Lena, I hate to cut you short, but I do have another meeting in a few minutes, and I'm sure you want to get back to planning the new salon.", Alicia said, getting out of the uncomfortable jam. Lena agreed, and allowed Alicia to see her to the elevator.
Alicia and Lena were standing in the lobby as Elaine Karakowsi, the office gossip, strolled up beside them. She was deep in conversation with someone and completely unaware of who was around her.
"Yeah, so I couldn't believe it was little Miss Prude Alicia Shepard, but I guess it is. Apparently, she's like an S+M chick or something, and from what I heard from Denise Lizzeppa, Richard is really into that sort of thing. I even heard that Alicia keeps whips in her desk drawer.", Elaine spewed, as she passed by.
Lena said nothing as she got on the elevator, but Alicia was mortified nonetheless.

By the time 6:55 rolled around, Alicia had been nervously pacing for a solid hour. It was Friday night, everyone in the office was long gone. She was the only one left on the entire floor.
She was just a heartbeat away from completely chickening out on the whole thing, standing Richard up. At exactly 6:58 she lost that chance, as the elevator bell rang, indicating someone was about to get off. She knew that someone was him.
Alicia felt sick to her stomach. Why had she done this? Damnit Rebecca! Why did she have to put those thoughts in her head in the first place?
There was no more time to freak out, so Alicia had to either fish or cut bait. She thought back to what Rebecca had done with her that morning.
"Relax and let out the beast", she murmured to herself, repeating her own personal post hypnotic trigger.
"Relax and let out the beast", she repeated.
Suddenly, everything faded away. The room just kind of melted down to nothing. There was nothing else... nothing except power. Raw, undeniable power, the type of power that other women craved, the type of power no man could resist, the type of power that only Aliciandra could wield.

The beast had been let out.

Richard saw Alicia standing in her office, waiting for him. He made note of
how scorching hot she was.
"Hello Alicia, how are you?", he smiled cordially.
"Address me as Mistress", she demanded.
Richard was taken back. 'This chick was really into this sh*t', he thought. That was fine with him, as being dominated had been his life long fantasy. Even with that in mind, however, there are certain things that are hard to accept right away.
"Whooa, let's slow down. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm into that whole vibe too, and I think its really cool that you are, but what if we get some dinner or something first, maybe get to know each other..."
"I know all that I need to know about you. You are a weak man who can not resist me."
"Heh, Look, I..", Richard started, but stopped when Aliciandra got so close that she bumped him on to her desk.
"YOU look! Look deep into my fierce green eyes, look deep into the hypnotic emeralds that entice you and enslave you look deeply now into the eyes of your Mistress Aliciandra!"
Richard did as he was told.
"You can not look away from the hypnotic emeralds you feel as if they are drawing you in to an enveloping buzz
of erotic obedience", Aliciandra said.
Richard played along. He actually even got into it a little, though he was nowhere near falling under a hypnotic spell. The whole hypnosis thing actually seemed extraneous to him, as he would have gladly obeyed her anyways, but 'then again', he thought, 'everybody has their thing...'
After a few more overplayed lines of induction, Aliciandra began kissing Richard passionately. She even grabbed him and swung him around so she was sitting on the desk.
"Let me see what you have to offer your Mistress", she said, sliding her hand down to his fly, unzipping it, then going in for a grab.
"Ahhh", she purred, "I see you are quite enamored with me my pet"
"I live only to please you Mistress", Richard said. Saying that really turned him on.
"Yes you do, from this day forward you think only of
serving my needs", Aliciandra said before shoving Richard away from her.
She leaned against her desk and stared seductively at the panting Richard as she slowly undid her jacket and blouse.
"You are my Mistress now and forever!", Richard said excitedly, for his own benefit as much as hers.
"That's right my new toy, but enough words. Come here and use your mouth in another way to prove the level of your devotion."
Richard began to walk towards her.
"Approach me on your knees!", she demanded.

Richard LOVED that. He crawled over to her and began to go to work on her, first with gently kisses on her stomach, then with an impassioned session down below.

No one who knew Alicia would have believed their eyes if they were to walk in. The girl who was to shy to talk to boys for an astounding 25 years, was getting head from some guy she didn't even know. The whole "Let out the beast" metaphor that Rebecca had used as the trigger was intended to be campy and fun, it turned out to be a lot closer to reality than anyone dreamed.

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