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Department Store Romance (Loneiy x Alan)

Shea simply sat, looking at T'mewi, saying nothing. He sat this way for a full five minutes, not attempting to eat, making no effort to speak.

He sat, with a sad expression on his face. Through his life, he had faced many tricky situations. It had been many years since he had been in a situation he liked less.

Finally, he picked up the phone, and pushed a single key. It was answered immediately.

"Scribe Melvay?" he said.

"Yes. No, I'm afraid not. You were right. She failed the test." He spoke sadly. "Lied, I'm afraid. Seems she isn't the one. Yes, I know, Scribe. And no, I can't. The rules were clear on that. It must be absolute faith, absolute truth."

He broke the connection, turned and looked at her. For the first time for many years, he felt tears coming, and had to fight them down.

"T'mewi," he said. "I must ask you to pick up your belongings and leave here. You have one hour. I will arrange accommodation at the club for you, if you wish."

He stood up, walking from the room.

"I think you know why," he said.

*****

Chevvie needed no second asking from Juliette to accompany her onto the dance floor. He took her hand, feeling an electric pulse, as if somehow she were wired directly into his psyche. It hit him that this was the first time he had ever seen her nervous, in fact as near to shyness (he guessed) as she had ever been. He deliberately took the lead in the dance, not a thing one would normally do with a dominant such as her, but the occasion seemed to demand it.

He was in heaven as he danced, his tough of arrogance delighting in the picture he knew they made. A strong male (as far as any of the spectators knew), a beautiful elegant woman. The music seemed hot-wired into his soul. They were like a single entity, floating on the music.

And then, he did a thing that made him curse himself.

Until that moment, his hand had been resting perfectly correctly and properly on the upper part of her back. They were close enough to be sexual, yet far enough away to be socially acceptable. He was concentrating so hard on keeping this perfect distance, he allowed his hand to glide downwards. Not as far as her rear, but just to her waist.

And then, he felt a slight roll, a ridge of her flesh, at the top of the restrictive control-garment she wore. Thinking to save her embarrassment, he instantly shifted his hand, as if he had touched fire. He knew how women were sensitive about such things as their weight - even the slim Miss Juliette.

The second after, he began to internally berate himself. Had she noticed his sudden movement? Had he made it worse?

He watched her reaction carefully.
 
Elena stood, she waited. She knew that somehow, she had fucked up. Fucked up royally. Tears filled her eyes but she swallowed. She nodded and shook her head. "No I will not be going back to the club. I...." She bit her lip, she suddenly felt so exposed and naked. She looked to the side and began to get so angry at herself. Hives rose up from her breasts. When he had left, she then looked down at her toes. What the hell was she going to do with herself now? Go back to the department store? No.

Walking up the stairs she quickly changed into some panties bra and pants with a top. Her hands were shaking and it was hard to see through the tears. She was not going back to the club. She was not going to take another master. She would always remain loyal to Shea. She rubbed her forehead and felt it was hard to breath, but she didn't care. She didn't reach for her inhaler. She packed up her things, leaving the gifts and the things he had bought her. She stopped and ran her hand along the collar. She would keep that. Only that. Turning, she wrote down a heart felt letter.

"Lover and best friend Shea,

I am sorry I lied. I love you with my whole entire being. Everything I am lives for you, I will not take another master and will not be back at teh club. Know my heart only belongs to you. Even though our time was short, I will cherish forever and honor your wishes.

I am sorry I couldn't be what you wanted,
Elena."

She wiped her eyes and folded the letter, putting it in an envelope and walked outside. Her chest was killing her by this time. But she was determined to go home. SHe was breathing hard for air by the time she made it to a bus stop and collapsed breathing hard shutting her eyes. Tears continued to roll. She was so pissed off at herself. She had to go home, decide what she wanted to do next, what she was capable of doing.

She wanted to go home to him and beg, but she knew that would only make matters worse.

******

Juliette felt his hand touch her. Her corset was restrictive, but her underwear that she wore made a roll at her waist. She was dancing with him pressing her body close when he felt his hand touch her. She sighed and shut her eyes leaning forward to kiss him when he shot his hand up. She looked at him and took his hand and moved it back down. She was not shy of her body, and did not apologize for it. She placed his hand securely over it and watched his eyes. She raised both of her hands and stroked his face and hair and looked deep into his eyes.

"CHevvie...I-" But at that moment, that was when they decided to fire off her present to him. A firework show. She smiled and looked up and then to him. "Chevvie, you and I have been together for a long time, you are not just my pet I adore, but a lover and a friend. Chevvie..." SHe swallowed and looked at him running her tongue along her lips as suddenly her mouth went dry and she felt as though her legs would give out. "Chevvie, I dedicate myself fully to you and no one else. I ask simply you become my husband, and pledge whatever you can to me. Whatever you can give, I will take." SHe looked into his eyes and blushed for probably the first time in her life. When he touched her roll of fat, it just seemed like the perfect moment to be open and honest to him.
 
It was part of Melvay's deliberately cultivated mystique that he would never tell. Did he shadow those in his care so expertly that he watched their every move, knew when he was needed? Or did he possess some instinct, some deep power that always took him just where he was needed, at just the right time? Even high-ranking members of the Order, like Shea of Mistress Juliette could never work it out, and he wouldn't tell.

Shea had expected Melvay to drive to his apartment, discuss the crisis that had arisen, work out where to go form there. Melvay had other things on his mind. It was not an agenda of his own so much as a strategy.

Thus it was that his car drove up at the bus stop just as Elena - formerly T'mewi - had reached her lowest ebb. He saw her tears, heard her sobs, knew that she could hardly breathe. He saw the exposed parts of her skin covered with hives, knew the emotional strain she was facing.

He sat down beside her, making no effort to touch her. He waited until she noticed him.

"It's not over," he said, as soon as she saw he was there.

* * * * *

Chevvie felt the floor give beneath him. Mistress Juliette's request had come so far out of left field, for a second he wondered if it was some weird hallucination, some crazy waking dream. In that split second he had gone from her friend, lover and confidante into...

into...

And here she was, waiting for an answer. Every fiber of his being cried out to say "Yes, yes. Oh Miss Juliette, yes."

And yet...

He looked down into her blushing face.

"Miss Juliette," he said, calmly, "Tell me why. Tell me why you request this. Please."
 
"Leave me alone, please, he doesn't want to see me again." She sobbed harder and curled her arms around her waist. She began to make odd wheezing noises. She looked at him and swallowed and panted adn shivered softly. Reaching into her bag and raised her inhaler to her lips and inhaled. She leaned her head back holding her breath and shut her eyes. Opening her eyes after one final inhale she watched him.

"Really? Nothing is over?" She said wiping her eyes. She wanted him back adn she would fight. She would fight for him. Elena knew that she was going to be there forever with him whenever he needed her. She ran her hand along the collar, she didn't have the heart to take it off. In fact she knew that if she took it off, she was going to die. Maybe not right away, but eventually.

******

Juliette smiled adn then held Chevvie as she felt him lean into her a bit. She kissed his temple and then looked at him. When he asked a question, Juliette smiled wider. Turning, she walked to her purse and pulled out a box. "Chevvie, when I am with you I am complete, I am whole, I want to be the best person I can be with you. I don't want to ever be apart from you. I want to witness every mundane and important moment in your life." She cleared her throat and then moved to her knees adn showed Chevvie a ring from long ago when they went on a trip to Itay and Chevvie noticed the ring.

"I have been holding onto this for a very very long time, my love, and tonight, I realize that I want to submit to you adn pledge my life and I want you to submit to me. I want us to be partners in life now until forever. Or until you get bored of me." She smiled on her knees looking quite the site and looked at him. "Please Chevvie, be mine and let me be yours." She whispered watcing him.
 
Melvay pulled Elena toward him, allowing her to rest against him. He could certainly feel her pain. To lose her master, and then be suffering this attack was one blow too many for anyone. As if this girl didn't have enough problems already.

"No," he smiled. "Nothing's ever over, until someone gives up. Basic law of life." He stroked her hair. "T'mewi, a submission is a tricky thing. Well, all relationships are, but a total submission especially so. Your master was forced to dismiss you - his pride wouldn't let him do anything else. The trouble for him is, he loves you as well. Not to mention that he has the excellent taste to find you utterly beautiful!"

He touched his fingers to her lips.

"Now I need to make a call, in connection with this. Don't touch that collar - leave it right where it is. Anything else indicates your surrender. And submission and surrender are two different things! We'll leave it a few hours, and in the meantime, I'll take you to my apartment. I doubt you have anywhere else to go, right now."

And thus it was that, that evening, with Elena still crying on the bed in the apartment's only bedroom, Melvay - having made up the couch for his night's rest - decided it was time to make an important call.

*****

Chevvie looked deep into Mistress Juliette's eyes. He knew exactly what the answer was that he was going to give, and how it would change his life forever.

And, as he opened his mouth to speak, his phone rang. Not the normal ringtone - which he would have ignored. This was the special one, he had allocated for a particular person. And this one could not be left.

"Scribe?" he said, into the phone. "What's - ?"

"Oh shit, no! Melvay, this is... this could wreck everything! Are you sure?

"Yeah, that's pretty conclusive, I guess.

"Uh-huh. Yeah, I can see that. Did you keep her in sight? What? In your apartment? Nice going. No, no need to call her - she's with me right now. We'll be there in ten. Or as soon as we can grab a cab, OK?"

He broke the connection and turned to Mistress Juliette.

"Darling, I'm afraid even something as important as this needs to be put on hold right now," he said, sadly. "There's a crisis - the Order needs us."

He explained what Melvay had just told him.
 
Elena sniffled but nodded a bit. She took one last shot of her inhaler and returned it to her purse. "I am never going to give up on master Shea, he is mine, and I am his, no matter what he decides to say." She looked down. "I promiesd I would in my submission and so I will keep my word." She looked down and swallowed. It was odd, when Melvay complimented her, she didn't get all hivey like she did when Shea complimented her or touched her in places she would not allow anyon to touch.

Pulling back she looked at him and then put her hands in her lap and swallowed. She walked with Melvay to his apartment and shook his head. "I won't sleep in another man's bed, I perfer the couch or the floor." She walked to teh couch and looked at him and frowned deeper. She sat on teh couch and looked down.

She had changed a lot since she was first brought to the club. But laying in a bed that had another mans smell all over it, it was horrible, it was like she was being punched in teh gut several times.

*******

Juliette smiled and reached out pulling his hand to her lips about to kiss it as he spoke but the phone rang. She knew the ringtone. She sighed and put the ring away and stood up. Walking back to the table, she tried to ignore the looks that she was getting. She dropped the ring back into the purse and sat down, pissed off with the scribe adn herself. She let herself be open only to be embarassed. Her face was composed even though people were whispering about her. She was becoming more and more angry.

She looked up as Chevvie came back and frowned. "That is serious." She said non commitally and stood up and then walked out carrying the bag of left overs and desert. She handed it to her driver who pulled the car around and helped her get in. She scooted over for Chevvie.

Reaching into her purse she pulled out a cigarette and lit it and opened the window and began to smoke watching the passing buildings. Juliette only smoked when she was deep in thought or very angry or upset. She frowned feeling like an idiot. She wanted to go home, and totally wrap herself up in her leathers and spikes and just curl up in a ball away fromt eh world to paint her emotions.
 
Seeing Juliette's obvious agitation and distress, Chevvie draped his arm protectively around her, pulling her closer towards him. This was a new Mistress Juliette, one he had never seen before. Instead of being totally in control, she was nervous, unsure of herself - needy. Chevvie found he liked it a lot.

"If only she knew," he thought, "the the one thing she could do, more than anything else, to make me truly want her - is to show more of this need." But he kept his counsel. She could, he was sure, work it out for herself, given enough time.

Melvay lived in a small rented apartment, when he was in town - which wasn't often. He opened the door himself, with a worried look on his face.

"Wow, you're both looking good," he said. "Chev, did I ever tell you how cool you look in a suit? And Mistress Juliette - you always look totally seductive in anything!"

He led them through to the small balcony.

"She wouldn't sleep in my bed," he told them. "Seemed to think it would have man-smell in it, and that was unfaithful to her master. I don't think she realized I'd automatically change the sheets." He frowned as he made coffee. "That's most of her problem, of course. She's not used to getting even the slightest sign of respect or consideration. Because of her various problems, everyone she ever met has treated her like dirt, and through her life she's come to expect it. It makes me mad, what that girl's gone through.

"What we need to do now," he continued, "is to get her confidence back up, so that Shea can't resist her. I do have an idea as to that, but it's not a good one. I'm sure between you, you can come up with a better suggestion."

He called out:

"T'mewi. Chevvie and Mistress Juliette are here. Would you mind coming out, please?"
 
Juliette frowned and still held her cigarette close but hid her face in CHevvies necka dns hut her eyes. She needed to be home, but if she couldn't be home, she would rather be in Chevvies strong arms. She shut her eyes and sighed softly careful not to ruin Chevvie's suit with her make up. She took in his scent and tried to relax.

She walked up and looked at Melvay. He was teh cause of her night going to hell. He would pay for it she was sure, but it was still pissing her off. She looked at Melvay resisting the urge to tell him to cut the crap. She walked with him and crossed her arms and then flicked the now butt of her cigarette off teh balcony and watched him.

"Sleeping in anothers bed when your seperated from your master when you don't have masters permission is a taboo amongst subs." She shrugged adn looked at him. "The girl, from what I have witnessed, has many a problem. If Shea can't handle it, well, I am not sure he is as strong a master as everyone makes him out to be." She said it without malice, just a simple statement of fact. "Curious, why did Shea dump her so unceremoniously anyway?" She canted her head curious. She needed another cigarette but she wasn't goign to be rude and light it in his house.

"What is your plan?" She canted her head. "Sometimes the best remedies is the most extreme." Juliette sighed.
*******

Elena was sitting on the couch curled up resting her head on the arm rest when she heard her name being called. Standing up, she wlaked out and wiped her eyes. She considered Chevvie a good friend, but she was still on teh fence about Juliette.
 
"I know it," Melvay replied, placing and opening a cedarwood box, marked with the order's symbol, onto the desk. It contained cigarettes and cigars, obviously indicating he had no anti-smoking taboo. "But since Shea kicked her to the kerb, he can hardly expect her to obey the rules, can he? He can't have it both ways." He lit a cigar, carefully examining the flame until it was fully alight. "But I wouldn't suggest you diss Shea. I can't think of any other master or mistress would take that girl on. I doubt you could handle her. Dominating her properly takes a mix of power and kindness, and most dominants are either too far one way or another."

He sat back, puffing on his Cuban cigar, while Chevvie (as was always the ritual when visiting Melvay) opened the liquor cabinet and began mixing drinks for them all. At first he looked enquiringly at Melvay, then at T'Mewi.

"No, Chevvie," Melvay replied. "Right now, she's not officially a submissive, and not obliged to wait on us unless she chooses. And as far as I'm concerned, you're simply doing a favor for a friend by mixing those drinks, not submitting to me."

He turned to Mistress Juliette. He was amused to see that she was wearing some kind of gutbuster, rare for her. She must be really pulling out all the stops tonight, he thought.

"Mistress Juliette," he said, "He kicked her out because she lied to him. He set her a test - she didn't realize that even I wouldn't meet her and tell her to keep the meeting a secret from him. And she didn't tell him about it. Rightly he decided he couldn't trust her." he spread his hands. "What else could he do? I mean, I know, for example, that Chevvie totally adores you - I had it from his own lips - but if you lied to him, in such a situation, he'd do the same thing."

He gave a grim smile.

"As for my remedy - it's like this. T'mewi must be put in a situation where her loyalty and trustworthiness is trusted again, and where Shea can see her true worth. Then - and only then - we must all plead her case with him. Do you all agree or disagree?"
 
Juliette waved him off and shook her head. "Rookie mistake, it happens to the best and the worst of us. First time Chevvie lied to me, I simply gave him swats until my heart was content adn then I told him why he got the punishment. If they continue to make the mistake then that is simply stupidity." She leaned forward taking a cigarette and lit it and then leaned back and puffed her cigarette watching Melvay and shook her head. "SOmething bigger must be on Sheas mind. Becuase this for him is a rookie mistake as well." She sighed runing her thumb along the filter.

"I could adn would take on a girl like Elena if she interested me, but my tastes range for the more exotic. I could train her, but then I doubt that Shea would like what she had become." She tapped her cigarette over the dish and watched him.

Elena came in and looked around, she saw Chevvie mixing drinks adn walked over and put a hand gently on his back. "May I help Chevvie?" She asked softly and looked at him.
 
"No," agreed Melvay. "I doubt he would." He turned to Chevvie. "Yeah, I remember you telling me Mistress Juliette whaled your ass. And you admitting you deserved it." He grinned. "The thing is, as you say, it's a rookie mistake. But T'mewi - pardon, Elena, I should use your real name - is so important to the Order that he can't take chances."

"Thanks, Elena," Chevvie replied, taking his cue from Melvay. "I'd appreciate it if you'd mix my drink - a brandy and soda - while I take these to Mistress and Melvay." He added "Grab one for yourself, too - you don't have to ask permission" in a whisper.

After he'd handed Melvay his vodka and lime, Chevvie sat next to Mistress Juliette. It was all Melvay could do not to react as Chevvie, without even missing a beat, draped his arm around Mistress Juliette's shoulders, just as if they were vanilla lovers. But he filed away the information for future consideration. Scribes rarely missed anything, and he was the best!

"But out of interest, Mistress," he continued. "Just what changes would you make to her training?"
 
She smiled adn listened to him and nodded. Juliette smiled as Chevvie came and sat down next to her handing her her wine spritzer and leaned back crossing her legs. It was a comfortable companionship that many masters and their slaves strived to achieve. Juliette was comfortable in her position of dominant that she didn't have to be flexing her muscles or cracking a whip wherever she went. She took a sip of her wine and listened to his question and smiled.

"Well if I were Shea, I would study on what makes hives happen, I would start with that first." Juliette watched as Elena brought CHevvie his drink and sat on the couch with a can of coke and curled her legs under her and looekd down. "I would then make her walk around naked when she was at home to build her self worth, and I would make her finger herself while she watched herself in the mirror saying things that was good and sexy about herself. When she broke into hives, I would punish her by an ice bath." She shrugged. "I don't know, that is me." She turned to Chevvie and stroked his chin and kissed his cheek. "What do you think?" She purred to him.
 
"Mistress, I don't think punishing her for her hives would work," Chevvie admitted. It galled his soul to publicly criticize her opinions, but he was never the doormat type of submissive, and it was too late to change now. "It's not a thing she can help, is it? But fingering herself would be good, and so would walking about naked. But is she able to deal with -?"

"Excuse me, Chevvie," Melvay snapped. "Do you really think it polite to talk about Elena as if she wasn't here? She's a person, you know, not an object!"

Chevvie came close to blushing. There were not many people he would take such admonition from, and the Scribe was one of the few. And he knew Melvay had a point.

"I apologize, T'm - erm, Elena," he said. "But my point still holds. Elena, I bet you don't have your skin issues by choice, or not being able to control your - er, your other problem. Punishment is only valid if it's for a thing you've deliberately chosen to do wrong, such as the time I lied to Mistress Juliette, or other times I've cheeked her."

He took another sip of his drink.

"Now, speaking as a guy who right now happens to be sitting next to the world's most beautiful dominant, I know that a submissive who really adores their master or mistress always strives to be their very best. But sometimes, that goes wrong. Me, I'm a switch, and though that's a hard thing to be, the experience from one thing tends to make you good at the other. I think I'd be a far better dominant now, than I was when I started, before I switched for the first time."

He looked at Elena. "How would you feel about topping? As an experiment?"
 
Elena looekd down, she rather perferred that they talked like she wasn't there. But when Melvay snapped, she didn't say anything otherwise. She waved him off and continued to drink her soda feeling her hives raise to her throat and shook her head agreeing she couldn't help that she had hives. But ice always did seem to help when they were out of control.

But when Chevvie had spoke of topping, her face turned a beet red and she bit her lip and looked down. "I cannot have sex with anyone without my master knowing and giving me permission." She said softly.

Juliette looked at the girl, she was so loyal, so submissive, she was going to have heated words with Shea next time they met. What was he thinking taking a girl in and then kicking her out. She got up and refilled her drink and thought and cleared her throat and looked at Chevvie. "I think that is a very good idea, but good luck trying to get her to top a man without blushing and getting her masters permission. Also, first time she tops, a dominant is going to have to be in the room to coach her." She looked at them all. "One she feels comfortabel around and safe."
 
"Well, don't look at me," laughed Chevvie. "Sure, I could coach her, act as a sub while she tops, but... but - I have the same problem as Elena does. There's... a particular person I plan to stay faithful to. And it would feel wrong to scene with anyone else."

"It's a weird paradox," Melvay added. "If she still HAD a master, we wouldn't need to be having this discussion. But she can't do the thing that might get her master back, because she still regards him as her master. ironic, eh?"

Chevvie looked at Mistress Juliette.

"And I know Melvay couldn't submit - I could tell you some stories, guys. Elena, how would you feel about topping Mistress Juliette? I mean, Master Shea couldn't get jealous if you did it with another woman, could he? And anyway, if he doesn't like it, he can stop it easily. Just take you back!"

Much as he didn't admit it, the thought of Mistress Juliette submitting was turning him on like crazy!
 
Juliette laughed adn nodded kissing his temple. She loved him so completely. She looked at Elena as Chevvie came up with a proposition. She then looked at the two and then folded her arms. "Just what type of domination did you have in mind for her? I will not be whipped, I am fine with spankings and being tied down." She looked at them both wondering what they had in mind, she also saw that Chevvie was getting hot just thinking about it and knew that she could basically do wahtever she wanted afterward to him.

Elena shifted. If it meant getting her Shea back, then she had to try it.
 
"I think you're on to something, Chevvie," Melvay grinned. "There's something about a switch that can't help to turn anyone on!" He winked at Chevvie as he said this, and Chevvie again had to fight not to blush. It was strange - Chevvie could sit next to Melvay, almost touching him, and yet his dick would remain perfectly undisturbed (unlike Mistress Juliette, who gave him a raging hard-on just to think about her) - and yet, Chevvie's female parts would get embarrassingly moist whenever Melvay flirted with him.

"Er, most beautiful of Mistresses," he said, hesitantly. "I'm sure I needn't remind you, of all people, that all scenes are by negotiation. Given Elena's obvious intelligence, I can't see any issue. Simply leave any kind of whipping or anything else that leaves a mark out of the tabled activities."

"I do see a problem, though," Melvay said. This was the first time that any of the others had actually seen him look close to being embarrassed. "Elena, I apologize for mentioning this, but it does have to be said - it's a kind of elephant in the room."

He indicated Mistress Juliette.

"A dominant - especially a dominant female - has to be tough, in-control, take crap from nobody. Like Mistress Juliette. And given that you're not, er... well, especially experienced in being in control of situations..."

(Translation: That you're a natural victim, who other women bully and humiliate as if by instinct. That the first time your subbie gets bratty, you'll probably break out in hives. That you'd probably have to make a fast sprint to the bathroom or even wet yourself in the middle of a scene. Though he didn't say that, of course.)

"I mean - if you tried this and failed, would it not do even more harm to your confidence?"
 
Juliette crossed her legs and looked at him and then smiled and looked at Elena and grinned widely. "I am sure we can work out some of the kinks. If she knew that it would get Shea back, I am sure she would do all the things that we asked her to do and more. Chevvie, you must be present though to coach her, I would only throw her off. A submissive has no spot giving orders." She smiled adn leaned in kissing Chevvies neck.

"I can tell you are wet by the way, and if you are a good girl, I will take care of that later." She purred to her and smiled softly giving her a nip on her ear and then looked at Elena. "Do you want to try?"

Elena looked down and tears rolled down her face. "If it means getting Shea back, I would anything you wanted me to." ALmost mirroring what Juliette said and she got up and tehn looked at Melvay. "I need to prepare. Would you have us do this here or somewhere else?"
 
Upon Elena's agreement to the plan, the others began working as a team to set things up. They cleared the furniture (except for the couch, where Chevvie and Melvay would sit as observers - and also the drinks table, for this was Chevvie and Melvay!)

In the center of the room they left a soft rug, in a deep red, which was one of the colors of the Order, and Melvay assembled various tools and toys that Elena might like to use in the scene.

Chevvie was in a rather confused state. Of course, he was totally devoted to Mistress Juliette, and now that she had asked him to marry her, his love had deepened rather than dissipated. As a man - which was how he usually identified - no other object of desire existed in his life.

Against this, there was a problem. Chevvie was, after all, half female. And the female side of him was, very much, heterosexual. And though Melvay did nothing at all for his male sexuality, the same could not be said for Chevvie's female side. Seeing the Scribe take control, showing at once his command of the situation and sympathetic reaction to Elena's trouble was doing rather scary things to Chevvie. A brief fantasy flitted through his mind of Melvay seeing him in a dress, something like Mistress Juliette was wearing right now. Or of the three of them, on that red rug, all taking turns, and then doing things to each other simultaneously as a threesome.

At one point, when Melvay was pouring him a drink, their hands accidentally touched, and Chevvie immediately blushed bright crimson, and had to pretend that a sip of his drink had gone down the wrong way. He was sure Melvay noticed, which didn't do his efforts to fight down the blush any good! But he desperately hoped Mistress Juliette hadn't seen - for that would have humiliated her.

He watched as Mistress Juliette and Elena moved to the center of the room, to begin the experiment!
 
Juliette saw this. She saw the way that Chevvie smiled and blushed at Melvay. That sent her blood boiling. Suddenly, she stood up and walked over adn grabbed Chevvies hair and growled to her. She knew what was running through her head, she knew what she wanted and what she desired. Hurt and anger could be seen visible on her face. Stepping back, she crossed her arms and looked at Elena and shook her head.

"No, I am not doing this. Chevvie, thank you for the night, but I am going home alone, Melvay, best of luck and if you want Elena to top someone have her top the female side of Chevvie since she is a little slut." She growled and looked at Chevvie. "I expect you to report into the club when you're done." SHe turned and grabbed her jacket leaving without CHevvie and leaving Elena standing there dumbstruck.

Juliette walked down to the car and got in slamming the door before the driver could close it. She then got an idea and grinned. She had placed an order with one of teh clubs smarted electritionists who was also a pretty new sub. Unclaimed an everything. Leaning back, she took off her heel.

"Take me to the club and go in, there should be an order waiting for Mistress Juliette from Mia. It will be a big box, pick it up." She smiled adn rubbed her hands.
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Elena looked down and tears began to fill her eyes and rubbed her arms. "I just want to go home." She sank into a puddle and held her face and broke down sobbing and shivvering. She began to wail she was utterly defeated. She wanted to die so many horrible deaths for what she did to Shea. What she unknowingly did to Juliette. She was hiccupping sobs as she shut her eyes trying desperately to get a grip.
 
Melvay stood behind Elena, gently massaging her shoulders. As a Scribe, he has already picked up all of the currents in the room, as if he possessed some ultra-sensitive detector. He knew exactly how Chevvie felt about him (though he'd never embarrass the male submissive by revealing it), had picked Mistress Juliette's otherwise well-hidden insecurity exactly and, most of all, that Elena, typically, was quite inaccurately blaming herself for the whole situation.

"Fuck, I... " Chevvie was deflated, confused and saddened. "I... she just..."

"Female dominants are like that, I'm afraid," replied Melvay, sadly. "Highly strung - and your Mistress most of all."

"Urm, not my Mistress, exactly," Chevvie replied. "But anyway... look, Mel, I can't bottom, not for Elena. I just - I can't act that well."

Melvay shrugged. "Me neither," he admitted (not exactly truthfully, for he had played even more difficult roles in his long and varied career)... "I guess all we can do is have another try. How about you stay here tonight, Chevvie, and tomorrow, I'll ring Mistress Juliette, and you call Shea. After they've both had a chance to cool down, I think something might be achieved."

"Yeah, sure," agreed Chevvie. "I guess I'll sleep on the couch." There was a hopeful glint in his eyes, hoping to be contradicted. He'd sooner have been sleeping with Mistress Juliette, but right now being alone was the worst of all possible choices.

"Yeah, that's a problem," Melvay laughed. He turned the tearful Elena to face him. "OK, sweetie, there's no way you and I can sleep together - not given the situation between you and Master. And with all respects, Chevvie, I'm not offering to share with you right now. How would the two of you feel in my double bed with a pillow between you?"

*****

Shea walked gingerly into the main gathering area of the club. He'd just enjoyed a long scene with one of the newer acolytes. He'd gone into it in an effort to forget Elena, though he'd never have admitted that to himself. Afterwards, he'd sent the girl packing, having no wish to listen to her inane chatter any more.

He wandered into the entrance foyer of the club, simply for a change of scene and to admire some of the new artwork there - the club changed the paintings and photos in the entrance foyer on a regular basis, relegating the older pictures to the inner rooms - and there was a new wok by a talented Venezuelan artist he was planning to examine in greater detail. Thus, he was there when Mistress Juliette's hired car drew up, and he drew in breath sharply as she emerged. He had never seen her in evening dress before, and he rather liked what he saw!
 
Elena didn't want to sleep in a bed with Melvay. To sleep in a bed with any man that was not her master would be to admit that he had truly let her go. She sighed as her night was quickly going to Hell and she wanted to scream at the injustice of it all.

Running an exhausted hand over her eyes she sighed. Finally coming to a conclusion. "I will sleep on the floor and tomorrow I will go find a hotel.". She moved to the soft carpet that she decided would make a passable bed..

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Juliette stepped out of the car and looked at her good friend, Shea. She saw the look of suprise on his face and raised a hand and shook her head a bit. "I took my sub out but he perfers to spend his time with Melvay."

She walked past him and moved inside and took off her heels and decided to wait. She would wait until her Chevvie came. But after several hours, she went to her car in the garage. She got to her car nd drove to Melvays and knocked on the door calmly. She was enraged so her mood became peaceful. Trouble was afoot and in a beautiful dress.
 
"With Melvay?" asked Shea, gobsmacked. Well, that was a new one, even for him. After all, by no means homophobic, neither Chevvie nor Melvay were gay either. But since Mistress Juliette did not seem inclined to give him any further education regarding the matter, he simply shrugged. "Seems like no-one's course of romance is running smoothly, lately," he thought, ruefully.

*****

Eventually, chivalry had won out for Melvay, and he decided that Chevvie should have the bed, Elena the couch and that he, as host, would make up a bed in the kitchen. Presumably, he considered, that should satisfy everyone!

He was, however, a light sleeper, and the hard floor of the kitchen was not helping! Eventually he gave it up, made coffee, and sat at the table, a fresh cigar lit, reading Shea's latest novel. He had just got to the part where the hero was making love to the sex-android when he heard a ring at the door.

It did not take him any instinct to narrow the potential callers down to two people. He was right. It was the distaff of the pair, Mistress Juliette, that stood there, her dress now wrinkled from being worn all night, and an angry expression on her face.

He raised his eyebrows, as he waved her in.
 
She walked in and walked to the bed where Chevvie was. Like an old romantic sap, her heart began to melt. How terrible had she been to the one she wanted to make hers. Sighing, she sat down and stroked Chevvies hair and looked at him.

"Chevvie, wake up, it is time to go home." She whispered to him.she kissed his temple and rubbed his back. "I have come to take you home where you belong." She purred to him. At the sign of his stirring, she motioned for him to follow her and walked out to Melvay and frowned a bit. "Be well."

She waited outside for her Chevvie.

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Elena laid on the couch wishing her master would come and retrieve her. Rolling over, she curled up and shut her eyes tightly swallowing back her tears.
 
It was somewhat confusing for Chevvie. He'd been back in a dream, in his childhood in France, being teased and mocked by the other boys for his intersexed genitals. Unlike real life, when he'd won respect by beating the shit out of three of the mockers at once, in this dream he was hiding in a corner, begging them to stop! And then came Mistress Juliette's voice...

...giving his a perfunctory order to come "home," where, apparently, he "belonged"...

"She still doesn't get it, does she?" he growled angrily to himself.

Malvay had watched the proceedings with his usual amused detachment, and noted how the tableau ended. Mistress Juliette standing at the door, having expected Chevvie to scurry out by now, Elena sobbing on the floor, and Chevvie - after a few words to Melvay - snoring!

After a few minutes, he went to explain the situation to Mistress Juliette.

"I'm sorry," he said, calmly. "I'm afraid Chevvie's exact words were - and I quote - 'this particular little slut prefers to stay where he is, thank you.' ' Melvay shrugged. "He particularly emphasized the word 'he' - presumably you're meant to imply he was more insulted at calling him a "she" than a slut." He looked genuinely sad.
 
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