Chloe

It was quiet in the back of the Merc. The road rumble and traffic noise was shut out so that all that remained was a low murmur from the car’s own engine. The partial tint of the rear windows helped cut intrusion from other inquisitive road users, whilst the shaded partition that segregated the driver from the passengers was raised to block out distraction from the front. Even the DVD that was mounted in the seat in front of Chloe was playing with the sound off. On its small screen an unfortunate blonde was having her face pushed into a pink blancmange whilst a latex-clad bitch forced a whole hand up inside her. Chloe’s thoughts idly turned to earlier. Watching Sarah receive her whipping had proved very enjoyable. The girl could certainly absorb some punishment, and beneath her sobs and tears she always seemed close to exploding with ecstasy. She would willingly accept anything, and her filthy mind would love it all. She was a blank canvas onto which you could paint your depravity, and Chloe found that very appealing. The sight of the wobbling cane-stripped buttocks had got her close to demanding to be allowed to strap on a thick dildo and fuck the pony-girl right up her fat arse. She had kept quiet though. She knew she must not talk out of turn in front of the others while Gina was at work. She had to be seen to be toeing the line, or discipline would collapse and the whole bubble would burst. Clever Chloe knew the game, and it was in her interest to play it properly.

Her Mistress had been almost totally mute during their smooth cruise south, and Chloe knew that Gina’s thoughts were tied up with the stress of having to spend the next few days in tense meetings, doing some hiring but primarily firing. She had even given the same pep talk three, four times over to help Chloe steel herself for the unpleasantness of the tasks ahead, without really noticing that her young assistant didn’t actually give a fuck. The Mistress was too soft; she whipped arses with a gusto and devised delicious humiliations for her girls, but her compassion was pregnable and that made her weak. Chloe knew that Gina was a formidable character, but she also guessed that deep down she ached to be loved—and not as a Mistress, but as an equal. When the two of them were alone together Gina displayed a tenderness that the other girls didn’t see, as if it was beyond her to really hurt and degrade the one she truly loved, and hoped above all for the same affection in return. But people who are that rich can never be truly loved because their wealth clouds the issue—whether legitimate or not, the thought will always be in their mind: does she love me or just my money? Chloe wanted to be that rich. She could happily live without love as long as she got plenty of the dirtiest sex with as many of the naughtiest young bitches she could lay her hands on. She had the looks for sure, but wealth gave you an unstoppable influence.

Gina was unquestionably beautiful but she was nearly twice the age of the girls Chloe habitually found to her taste. She had money though, and not only did the wealth help make and keep her beautiful, it had her dripping with a magnetic power. Chloe had eventually found it irresistible. She had allowed the older woman to woo her and take her out, to treat her and even to spank her. However, she resisted the offer to quit dancing and become Gina’s Personal Assistant until the initial salary proposal had been almost recklessly increased, and a car had been thrown into the bargain. Although she accepted the job she refused the offer of a room at Ashby. Since Chloe was then only twenty and living with her parents, Gina got little time to see h