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Act VI

***

Trisha was cabled off to the training frame, so tightly that the cuffs were digging into her wrists and ankles deeply, her left wrist bleeding just slightly from being badly abraded. She could feel the blood running down her arm, almost to her elbow. If the cables on her wrists had been any tighter, the persons that had set her up would have pulled her hooves off the floor. A pair of opaque contacts had been placed in her eyes, preventing her from seeing her torturer. The technician that had presumably just left the room had put sponge inserts into her ears, filling the ear canal on top of that with a two part silicon rubber to block her hearing, making her deaf. There was a miniature wireless receiver/speaker in the left sponge, allowing them to communicate with her but blocking her from hearing the direction of attack on her body. He had also sprayed a chemical up her nostrils, deadening the receptors that would have at least let her smell her attacker, getting a general idea for their location. All in all, they had done a very good job of setting her up for this 'discipline' session.

“Are you ready to give in to the program?” the trainer asked, a voice shifting program putting the pitch somewhere between a man and a woman. “You don't have to be whipped 'til you bleed every day, you know. Just let us show you how to deal with it, please. It's not that bad, Trisha.”

“Fuck You! I'm a Brandon 87, a battle mare, a heavy weapons specialist! I'm no fucking dick-slut!” she spat out, turning her head in vain to locate her antagonist. A whip lashed out, breaking the skin on her right shoulder. Trisha responded with a shriek, the pain from her skin being torn open being extremely excruciating.

“Take these fucking contacts out of my eyes and let me down from here, you motherfucker! I'll crush your fucking skull with my bare hands, you sorry fucking asshole!” Another whip strike laid open her abdomen, just above her navel, causing her to shriek again.

“Trisha, I can cut you wide open with this whip, dear. Give in to the program, please. It's not that bad. Trust me.” Another whip strike caught her across her ass cheeks, laying them open ever so slightly. That voice, the way they said that, that has to be a female whipping me, she though. No, fuck that, I'm not giving in to no fucking program.

“You just go right fucking ahead and cut me up, bitch! If I can't live a goddamned normal life, I wanna die, you hear me? Kill me, you sorry fucking reject from a test tube! Fuck you and all of your kind here! Kill me, dammit! Just kill me!!” Another whip strike caught her across the cheek, not hard enough to break the skin but it did bring an immediate welt.

“I can't kill you, sweetheart, but I can make you wish you were dead,” the voice told her, the whip now striking her over and over relentlessly. “When I'm done, you will wish you were dead. You should have given in, Trisha. You really should have.”

***

Trisha woke from her nightmare drenched in sweat, screaming and flailing her arms about while Sarah tried her best to comfort her. She continued to scream in terror for several more moments until she could finally see and comprehend exactly where she was. At that point she just melted into Sarah's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Trisha? Trisha?” Sarah tried to get her attention but the shorter female just continued to cry, burying her face in the taller woman's bosom. Sarah comforted her, rocking her to sooth her hurting soul.

“I was 'there' again, b ... being whipped,” Trisha finally managed to get out between sobs, trying to pull herself back together. Each time she would try to say something more, she would break down crying again. It took quite a while before she stopped sobbing and got her composure back.

“You were where?” Sarah asked, stroking her cheek and holding her close to her body.

“I was in that training room again. I had been here about a month and I was still considered a hard case. They blinded me, deafened me and took away my sense of smell, and then cabled me off tightly and proceeded to whip the living shit out of me. They had put a speaker in my left ear to taunt me and used a pitch changing program to mask the torturer's identity. That person laid me open with a whip, making me have to stay in the infirmary for nineteen days.”

“Oh no ...” This kind of scared Sarah, the thought that she might get treated the same way.

“No, whoever did that to me, did it without permission. I was never to have been whipped like that. I already had my quota for the day.” Trisha got a hold of Sarah's arm to reinforce the point. “That was beyond the rules, Sarah. The rules only allow twenty stripes total a day if it's needed. I had over five hundred. My hide was flayed open in places that didn't heal for almost a month. I was pumped so full of trauma drugs, Linda told me that I reeked of them. She later told me I had almost died.”

Sarah had to get up and run to the bathroom, throwing up at the thought of that many stripes all at once. Trisha followed her into the bathroom, washing her face in cold water to clear her mind and wipe the sweat from her body. She then handed a wet washcloth to Sarah to wash up with, now that she had stopped throwing up. Once Sarah had cleaned up, Trisha took her in her arms and held her tightly, trying her best not to start sobbing again. “You'll never be whipped like that, Sarah. I promise I'll never let that happen to you.”

“How did they get away with it?” Sarah asked, not sure how that could happen here.

“That was back when a lot of doors around here still had hard keys. The bastards that whipped me used hard keys to get in and out of the room undetected. I was found by the staff when they went to clean the room for that evening's performance.”

“It really sounds like the bastards got away with it,” Sarah commented, enjoying the comfort that Trisha was providing to her. Her stomach was still a little queasy but she felt better now in the embrace of a strong female.

“No, one day that fuckin' person will slip up and I'll make damned sure they're punished for it.” She lead Sarah back to the bedroom, gently pushing her back onto the bed, making her lay back down. “You need your rest, sweetie because you're working the floor later today after some more training.”

The two females had returned to their bed but only one went back to sleep. Trisha was still too scared to close her eyes just yet. She didn't want to be back in that room. Not again. Not ever.

***

Sarah was getting dressed in a standard issue Blue Hawaii waitress costume, a short red-based tropical print cotton skirt with see-through panties and a white princess line sleeveless top that was cut on the skimpy side, exposing a generous amount of the top of her cleavage. Her mane and tail had been french-braided by Trisha in an effort to add some style to her looks.

“Now this is the way it works, Sarah. This is your tray, which is also your method of ordering drinks.” Trisha handed her a tray that had an area on it with lights, a microphone and a button. “You press this button and this light goes red. Once Danny is ready to take the order, the green light comes on. You repeat the customer's order and Danny will hear you say each drink. If he doesn't hear you clearly, the amber light will flash. Push the button again and repeat yourself, asking the customer if you heard their order right.”

“That doesn't sound too hard, Miss Trisha,” Sarah commented, adjusting her breasts in her top. “This is the skimpiest top I've ever worn, Ma'am. My boobs keep trying to escape on me.”

“Well, when you take their order, be sure to lean over and show them your assets. The same goes when you bring them their drinks and change. Speaking of that, you need some seed money for your tip glass.” Trisha took some bills and a handful of change out of the pocket in her skirt, dumping it into the glass mounted on her tray. “That should be enough to get you going. A lucky $7 worth of cash was always good for me.”

Trisha led her to the employee entrance to the bar, stopping for a moment in the dark alcove to get their eyes accustomed to the dim light. Trisha straightened out her white short sleeve blouse and her turquoise tropical print knee-length skirt, making sure her name plate was fastened securely. The only outward signs that she meant business tonight was her whip, hanging from a carrier threaded onto her gloss dark turquoise belt for her skirt and her padlocks, hiding in a turquoise colored case in the small of her back. She checked her gold and turquoise evening wrist bands one more time, making sure they were secure.

“You look nervous, Miss Trisha,” Sarah commented, looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

“Yeah, this is my first time watching the house, to tell you the truth. Looks like we're both doing something for the first time tonight.”

“I don't think anyone would be foolish enough to mess around with you, Ma'am. I think you'll do OK.”

“Well, you get an idiot full of booze and they suddenly think they're Superman. Let's hope I don't need this.” She patted her whip, smiling a nervous smile. “OK, I can see to get around now. Let's get you set up at the bar.”

Once out at the bar, the two women went behind the bar to meet with Danny, the bartender on duty. “Danny, this is Sarah. She has tray number eleven tonight.” the bartender, a wiry, dark haired young man, smiled back at them.

“Oh, she has your tray, Miss Trisha. I hope your tray brings her some luck.” He smiled at Sarah as he said, “I'm Danny. Go ahead and test your tray right here.” Sarah pushed the button on her tray which made a light illuminate behind the bar for number eleven on a reader board. Danny pushed a button on a receiver on his belt, making her tray light go green. He then pushed another button on that receiver, making her light flash amber. He then asked her, “Test your microphone, please.”

“Two gimlets, a JD, no ice and a Bud Light.” Danny nodded that he could hear her just fine through his headset. She thought for a moment before asking, “Do you serve beer in a bottle or mugs?”

“Ah, you asked a very important first question, my dear lady.” Danny smiled as he told her, “Beer is sold in a twenty ounce plastic cup only. We don't need beer bottles and heavy mugs flying about in here.” He then fished around in her tip glass to see what she had in there, took a pad of paper and wrote $7.00 on it before he stuck it under the clip below light #11. He looked at Trisha as he said, “I should have known you would give her seven dollars of seed money. Sarah, if your tip change gets too heavy, cash some in and I'll put it on your tab. At the end of the night, we tally up your tips so we can report them, even though it's tax free.”

“Where's she working tonight?” Trisha asked, pointing out a map of the bar behind the counter to Sarah.

“She has the upper horseshoe tonight. There's plenty of light up there for a newbie so she won't trip over a misplaced pair of legs.” Trisha pointed out the area she would work, indicating the back stairs for her to use. Trisha then made sure she was listening as she told her the next bit of information.

“Sarah, here's the deal; the customer can touch you but he can't put his fingers or his dick into you. You're still a red collar performer so you're not ready for that just yet. If a customer gets too forward with you, push the button and hold it down. It will alert Danny and he'll alert me to come to your aid.” Trisha tapped her ear, the cord that was coming from the earpiece was threaded through her clothes to a receiver on her belt. “Danny will let me know where you are and I'll come bail you out.”

“Yes, Miss Trisha, I understand. Just hold it down if I'm in trouble.”

“I think you're ready, sweetie. Go get 'em.” Trisha patted her on the rump as she walked by her, making her turn and smile at her as she headed for the stairs, giving it her best seductive walk on the way.

***

Trisha was sitting at the end of the bar, sipping an iced coffee while she kept an eye on the house. A trainer, Nadia, was helping out, keeping an eye on the area near the main stage in the Mauna Loa room. There was a pair of black collar performers putting on a seduction show on a side stage nearby and that's where there the rowdy customers had all gravitated to. Despite this, things had been kind of slow this evening, Trisha having to ask only one customer to keep his dick in his pants during a lap dance. The main show for this evening was still about a half hour away, the center stage still being configured for a three-way reinforcement lesson show. All in all, it was a nice, quiet evening. It didn't happen often but this one was quiet.

Trisha was thinking; 'If I hadn't been sold to this place, would I have ever worked in a bar as an armed bouncer?' She patted her whip, smiling a crooked smile at the thought of a bouncer in the real world using a bullwhip as a weapon. It was funny in a way; she now had a lot of freedom as a tamer, she wasn't bound by non-removable collars and such and she had a lot of responsibility now. A far cry from the battle mare that was reprogrammed into a pleasure mare, finally loaned out to AGS. She was suddenly startled by a voice talking to her.

“How's things this evening?” Mr. Waddell asked as he sat down next to her, motioning for Danny to bring him a coffee. He smiled at her and gave her a kiss, putting his hand on top of hers on the bar, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“It's real quiet this evening, Mr. Waddell.” she replied, looking just a little surprised by his appearance.

“You looked lost in thought when I walked up. Care to share?” he asked, giving her another kiss on the cheek.

“I was thinking about the idea that I might not have worked as an armed bouncer if I weren't here.”

“That's an interesting thought,” he mused, giving it some thought himself. “What would you possibly do for a living if you weren't here?”

“Linda and I thought we might move to a pro-chimera state, open a small gun shop and maybe do guided hunting trips.” She smiled at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek in return. “So, how long are you here on leave, sailor? You looking for a good time?” This made Chuck crack up laughing.

“I just thought I might inquire about the progress on your charge.” He motioned to Sarah who was headed up the stairs with a tray full of drinks. “She looks pretty busy up there in the horseshoe.”

As Danny came over with Mr. Waddell's coffee, he told the boss, “She's sold over four hundred dollars worth of drinks in the last few hours. She seems to have a knack at selling booze.”

“Hmm, it looks like she's doing very good as a server, Patricia. How's she learning the other things?” Chuck asked, sipping his coffee with a slight smile on his face. He was fairly sure of the answer already.

“She's learning real fast, Sir.” Trisha looked at him with a serious look on her face as she told him, “I only gave her two stripes. That convinced her my failsafe was off and that I could hurt her. Her attitude changed in a heartbeat once we got that out of the way.”

“How many stripes did you have to receive before you wised up?”

“I got twenty a day sometimes, usually one hundred a week, for almost thirteen months, Sir. You should know that as well as I do. I was a massive hard case and I'm sure you were getting very tired of my stubbornness. I kick myself sometimes for being like that but it was my training ...” She remembered the relief she felt that first performance where she didn't spend the night in the infirmary afterward.

“Do you think I made a calculated choice in making you a tamer?” This question made Trisha somewhat uneasy to have to evaluate herself. “Go ahead, I'll take any answer you want to give me.”

“I guess you saw something in me that I couldn't see, Sir.” Chuck gave her a hug and a kiss.

“I knew if you could become a black collar performer, you would make an excellent tamer.” She was still thinking that this might have been a mistake when Mr. Waddell got her attention. “You have that fire that makes you seem ... dangerous. It's not always at the surface but it's there.”

“Sir?”

“I have clients that love to be with you but they're also deathly afraid of you, too. I think it's not your strength they're afraid of, it's that fire you still have. It's that 'Stand And Fight' attitude that always got you in trouble as a red collar performer.” Trisha smiled, knowing he was right. He turned her head to make her look straight at him as he asked her, “You know I'm right, don't you?”

“Yes, Sir. You're right. Maybe it is my bad attitude that makes me a good tamer. I won't take shit from nobody.”

“You won't even take any shit from me, as I have found out.” Chuck sipped his coffee, then asked Trisha an important question. “Is Sarah good in bed?” That caused Trisha to get a surprised look on her muzzle momentarily.

“Sir ... I'm not sure how to answer that,” she admitted, looking up at Sarah who was taking another order.

“You have been training her, right?”

“Um, yes I have, Sir. I'm just not sure she's ready to be tied down for a client just yet. I'm still trying to get her used to being bound tightly.” Looking up at Sarah, her mind's eye could still see the fear in her eyes when she bound Sarah hard to her bed last night just for her to see what it felt like.

“Would you suggest that if I bed her, maybe I could go with just a cable on her collar, set real loose?” Trisha nodded, thinking about the situation.

“That might be OK, Sir, just don't expect a lot from her. I'm still training her to use her vaginal muscles to their maximum.” She thought about it a moment and added this snippet; “You wouldn't need a cable, Sir. She'll gladly give you her body if you ask. I'm fairly sure of this.” The boss nodded his head, thinking about what she had said.

“Why don't you two come by my studio after your shifts are over so I can meet her?”

“Um, Sure, Sir. We can do that. She might be more comfortable if I'm there with her.”

“OK then, don't bother eating something. I'll have dinner waiting for you two when you get there.” Chuck gave her a kiss on the cheek and them headed off to attend to other duties, leaving her to attend to hers. The bartender had made Trisha another iced coffee and brought it over to her, catching the end of the conversation.

“Do you think Sarah's ready to meet the boss?” Danny asked, giving her a knowing smile.

“I really don't know. Maybe if I'm there, she'll feel more secure about it.”

***

Trisha and Sarah were on their way to the executive wing and their imminent meeting with Chuck Waddell. Trisha had Sarah change into a matching outfit to hers, the exception being her tropical print was red-based rather than turquoise like Trish was wearing. The tamer was striding along confident, having spent some time with the boss just recently but Sarah, on the other hand was on edge.

“I'm not sure how to act around Master.” she admitted. She looked at Trisha with a pensive look as she said, “I hope you'll help me get through this.” Trisha looked over at her, playing with the leash in her hand.

“Don't be nervous, sweetie, Master will treat you nicely this evening. Just remember to kneel on one knee in front of him and bow your head just slightly. Wait until he taps your ear before you stand again.”

Once at his door, Trisha knocked, waiting for their boss to bid them entry.

“Come in,” the voice said from inside, Trisha opening the door while Sarah went in first. She went over to Master, kneeling for him. He smiled at Trisha then gave the new mare a tap on the ear, letting her stand again. He reached up and removed the leash, handing it to Trisha.

“It's nice to finally meet you, Sarah. Patricia tells me you're doing very well with your training.” Chuck gave her a kiss which she didn't hesitate to return. This made him smile even more.

“Miss Trisha is training me to get my black leather as fast as possible, Master.” She smiled at him, trying not to be nervous in his presence. Inside she was terrified, not sure what would happen here.

“Ladies, let's have a nice, informal evening here. Please call me Chuck, if you would.” He looked at his watch and told them, “Dinner will be here in about five minutes. I hope you both like Italian.”

“I like Italian, Master, I mean Chuck,” Sarah replied, getting slightly embarrassed by calling him Master when he asked her not to.

“That's a silly question to ask me. You know I love Italian,” Trisha replied, getting down three glasses from behind his bar while he opened a bottle of Napa valley red wine. “I'll guess that you're opening a bottle of Fontaine Miller Winery 2002 Sangiovese for our dinner.”

The boss just smiled as he asked, “Am I that predictable?”

“Sometimes you are.” All this time, Sarah was standing by the bar, seeming just a little nervous.

“Sarah, you need to loosen up. I'm not going to whip you or hurt you this evening.” The boss walked over to her and gave her a hug and a kiss. “I just want to see the real Sarah.”

“OK, I'll try to loosen up.” Their dinner finally made it's arrival and they all sat down to a nice, intimate meal.

***

“I think the chef has outdone himself this time,” Chuck stated as he poured some after dinner wine for them. “That shrimp scampi was just delicious.”

“It was very good, Chuck,” Trisha agreed, giving him a knowing smile. She knew that he had most likely asked the chef to go all out for this dinner.

“Well, now that dinner's out of the way, why don't we get comfortable?” Chuck began taking off his clothes as did Trisha. Sarah very hesitantly began to take hers off between sips of wine, starting with her belt.

“Patricia tells me you're still not comfortable with being bound hard to a bed,” Chuck commented, walking over to Sarah and beginning to unbutton her blouse. “Would it help if both of us helped you through it? This is something you really need to be comfortable with.”

“Maybe it might help,” she replied, taking her blouse off. After she slipped off her skirt and panties, Chuck led her to his California King sized bed, motioning for her to get on it.

“Get in the middle and make yourself comfortable, please,” he instructed, waiting until she had done so. He laid in bed beside her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Are you comfortable in my bed?” he asked, giving her another kiss.

“This is a nice bed, Chuck. It's very comfortable, just firm enough without being too firm,” she replied, giving him a very pensive smile.

“OK, here's the first cable. I'll let you hook it up,” he directed, handing her the end of it. She attached it to her left wrist band, not knowing what to do next. “Give it a tug and it will only retract, not extend again.” Chuck informed her, smiling when she did so. Sarah gave it a gentle tug after it retracted, checking to see if that information about not extending again was true. The boss then asked her, “Is that upsetting you?”

“No, I guess not.” Trisha attached another cable to her other wrist, letting it slowly retract on her.

“How about now?” Trisha asked, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“I'm OK, I guess.” Chuck attached a cable to her left ankle, letting it retract and then Trisha did her right ankle in turn. Once he got back up beside her, Chuck gently ran his hand over her abdomen and left breast, waiting to see what her reaction would be.

“Chuck, I'll be very honest about this. I've been told by Miss Trisha that this is a common thing here but I'm not so comfortable with this setup,” Sarah stated, trying her best to relax under the circumstances.

“We're both right here, Sarah. Take a few deep breaths to clear your head.” was Chuck's direction to the bound mare. Trisha was also very concerned about her reactions to being bound like this because this was a very common bondage here. Sarah did as she was asked, trying desperately to get her emotions under control.

“I'm trying to relax, but ... well ... I'm just scared that you'll leave me like this for a long time.” Sarah told them.

“Here's the thing about that statement,” Chuck began, “You might be set up in a room for as long as an hour or more before your client gets there. It also might be a while before somebody comes to retrieve you afterward.” this caused her to cringe at the thought. “I'll tell you what; Patricia and I will go over to the couch and sit down for about ten minutes, then we'll come back and check on you after that. Just try to relax, please.”

“OK, I ... I'll try to relax.” Sarah nodded that she was ready, so Trisha and Chuck went to the couch and sat down, looking at the time on the clock.

***

Ten minutes had went by so the boss and Trisha went to check on the bound mare. She had tears running from her eyes and she was biting her bottom lip, trying to keep from crying.

“Sarah, how are you feeling?” Chuck asked, getting on the bed beside her. He noticed that she visibly relaxed when he had got on the bed.

“I ... I'm feeling better now that you're back on the bed.” she admitted. Sarah looked over at him and smiled weakly before she said, “I've never been much for being tied up since I was a POW in Afghanistan during that last middle east police action.” This news caused Chuck's face to drop in horror.

“You were a soldier that fought in that last police action?” Chuck was mortified by this news. “Patricia, get these cables off of her right now!” He started to release Sarah but he was so upset by this news that was delivered to him, he was fumbling badly with the cable attachment to her wrist. Trisha reached over and helped him to get the cable off her left wrist, finally releasing the bound mare from her situation. Sarah at that point just curled up against Trisha and began sobbing.

“Dammit! This is so ... fucking messed up!” Chuck said angrily as he got off the bed and began pacing the room. “This ... this news just fucking changed everything! You just wait 'til I call that bastard at Ruger ...” He stood over by the bar, trying to get cooled off but it was obvious he was not. Chuck slipped on his boxers and then went back to the bed and got Trisha's attention. “Take her back to your room tonight and make sure she sleeps comfortably. Bring her to my office to see me in the afternoon, around ...” He had to stop and consult his daily itinerary on his Blackberry. “See me at 3 pm, please. I'll have to change her status around here because I can't have former war vets working as performers.”

***

“Are you awake?” Trisha asked, rolling over to look at her temporary bed-mate. Sarah was smiling ever so slightly, trying to pretend to be asleep. “OK, I know you're awake, sweetie. Let's get up and get some breakfast.” Sarah slowly opened an eye to look at her mentor, finally smiling widely.

“OK, I'm awake but do we have to go eat breakfast? I hate that kibble they serve me in my room.” Sarah sat up, stretching her arms out after she stood up. “I would rather use my tip money to order in this morning.”

“No, you're having breakfast with me in the staff cafeteria this morning. Chuck gave me a voucher for you to use.” Trisha gave her the voucher, marked for breakfast, lunch and dinner for five days. “I'll call and have you some clothes sent over here. The boss said you'll most likely not be performing anymore since he didn't know you were a veteran.” This made Sarah give thought to this information.

“Didn't you serve?” she asked the dark mare, giving her an odd look. Sarah was sure all of the Brandon 87s had seen action in one theater or another.

“No, I didn't. I went through military training at Brandon, then at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. After that, Linda and I were supposedly reprogrammed into pleasure models. Once that had been done, we were loaned out to AGS for gun sight testing. We worked there until our mortgages were sold to Blue Hawaii. I never spent one minute in a war.” She looked at the floor before she said, “I'm not sure what war was like, but in a way I feel cheated by not being allowed to serve my country.” This statement seemed to have a subduing effect on Sarah.

“You didn't miss a thing, Trisha. I was a comm-tech, trying to keep communications open while mortars fell all around us. At one point I was trying to keep from bleeding out from a shrapnel wound with one hand while working a laptop and a radio with the other. It wasn't pretty.” Before Trisha could say a thing, Sarah stopped her and said, “When I was captured, I was tied to the bars of my cell, tortured by my captors relentlessly. It took almost a year before I could think straight after that. When I came here, it was all I could do to keep from freaking out when I was bound. Somehow being around you or Linda settled my mind some.” This caused Trisha to get an upset look on her face.

“I'm so sorry I whipped you, sweetie. I had no clue about the circumstances when I did that. I can't say I'm sorry enough to you.” Sarah got her attention and told her this;

“I accept your apology because I know you were just following orders like a good soldier.”

Trisha looked up at the ceiling, trying not to cry while she said, “You're right; I was just following my orders like a good soldier.”

***

“I'm not sure I would have chose these colors,” Sarah commented as she threaded a white leather belt through the loops on her knee length sky blue tropical print skirt. “I kind of prefer the darker colors myself.” She was looking in the mirror while she was getting her gig-line straight, a throwback to her military days. She then smoothed the front of her pale sky blue short sleeve top out, getting it tucked into her skirt properly. She put her new silver leather bands on, indicating that her status was currently in transition. They had clasps on them just like Trisha's bands, able to open them without keys.

“You look just fine this morning, sweetie,” Trisha replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I have to admit, after having worn next to nothing for almost three years, wearing regular clothing feels ... weird to me, like I'm doing something very wrong. Even wearing a sports bra feels ... wrong.” She put her turquoise leather bands on, turning the clasps to the inside of her wrists. “It also feels wrong not to wear something around my neck and ankles, to tell you the truth. Maybe it's a good thing your status is being changed and you won't have to perform.” Trisha straightened out her white blouse and then picked the lint off her dark gray slacks. “At least you have some color in your wardrobe today. Central Costuming still owes me some light colored slacks.” this made Sarah smile just a bit before her look became somber.

“Well, I have to tell you this; You kind of snapped me out of my military mindset when you laid those stripes on my leg. I was sure our failsafes couldn't be turned off.” Sarah stood there, thinking about it for a moment or two. “If I hadn't been a war vet, I guess it would have just been 'learn to live with it' concerning being bound and restrained.” She followed Trisha out the door, pulling it closed behind her.

“Yeah, that's about it, I'm afraid.” Trisha stopped a new black collar girl in the hallway, quickly admonishing her for not kneeling to a tamer. Once the new girl had left them, Trisha continued her thoughts. “I didn't like anal sex at all but I had to do it anyways. Now that I'm a tamer, that's over with unless I allow it.”

Once at the cafeteria, the two females ran into Linda, who looked rather tired this morning. She was yawning and her overall body language said she was exhausted. Linda motioned for them to come sit with her at her table, which they did.

“I heard some rumors that you're a war vet,” Linda said to Sarah between bites of her low-carb pancakes. “How did the boss take that piece of news?”

“He was very upset by it,” Sarah admitted, looking just a little sheepish to tell her this. “I tried to tell that to the person that logged me into this place but he wouldn't listen to me.”

“That doesn't surprise me about Randall. He's pretty egocentric and anal retentive about himself. He's right and everyone else is wrong.” Linda sipped her coffee and added this; “He didn't care because it wasn't affecting him.”

“So, how come you look so tired?” Trisha asked her friend. Linda smiled a crooked smile as she replied to them,

“I was trying to help Rick Smith get off of a struggle board. You know who I'm talking about? He's got strawberry blond hair and weighs way over three hundred pounds.” Linda took a sip of her orange juice before continuing. “Anyways, he lost his grip on Lori Beth's ankle so he fell on top of me.” Trisha tried to keep from laughing but it didn't work. She had to work to stifle her giggling to ask another question.

“Is Rick Okay?”

“Naw, he left here in an ambulance, sweetheart. The medics think he might have broke his hip from the fall.” Linda waited a few moments before stating, “I spent the night in the infirmary because they thought I had a concussion from being body slammed on the tile floor. At least I got even with him in a way.”

“How did you get even?” Sarah asked.

“Rick has a deep bruise on his leg that matches the shape of my whip.” Trisha started cracking up at the thought of a bruise that looked just like a coiled whip. “He had to leave here bare-butt naked, too.” That made all three of them crack up.

“Linda, shouldn't you be rested after being in bed all night?” Sarah asked, seeming confused about this.

“Sweetie, if you have a concussion, they don't like to let you sleep so I was woke up every fifteen minutes so they could check my vitals.” Linda gave her a crooked smile as she said, “How could you rest like that? I know at one point, I was ready to sneak out to my room just to get some sleep.”

“Not to change the subject, but what will Master do with me now?” Sarah asked, looking slightly bothered by this.

“I dunno, sweetie. You'll just have to wait and see what he has in mind.” Linda replied. “You know, what did you do in the service?”

“I was a comm tech. Anything that had to do with communications.” Sarah was still sort of picking at her eggs and ham, not sure what she could do in a brothel. It wasn't that she couldn't do anything offered her because chimerae were fast learners. It might be a matter of if they offered her anything.

The worst thing that could happen to her was not having a job and an income. Even if Mr. Waddell let her go, she needed a job to support herself and Hawaii wasn't exactly a friendly state towards chimerae working in the public sector. She would have to somehow get back stateside to a friendly state and see if she could find a job besides working in a brothel.

“You need to eat your breakfast, Sarah. That's probably some of the best food you've had since you came here.” Trisha waited a moment before she added, “And please don't waste that delicious coffee.”

“OK, I'll try to eat some.” Sarah replied. “I'm just ... well, I'm afraid that I might have to go find a job on the outside. You both know Hawaii isn't friendly to our kind.” This brought the mood of the table down to a very somber level.

“Yeah, you're right, honey. I hope Mr. Waddell can find a place for you at least temporarily so you could earn enough money to get to ... I don't know, maybe Iowa or Massachusetts.” Linda thought for a moment before she pointed out, “Trisha and I will help you out in any way we can. We still have a few contacts in Iowa that might help you find employment.” That seemed to brighten Sarah's mood some.

“Thank you, Linda. I'm sure I will ask for help if it comes to that.”

***

Sarah was waiting by the door in housekeeping while Trisha had her a pass key made for her room, not being sure of when Sarah would be moved to a permanent room. She was looking at the various room areas on the map by the door, surprised by the number of living quarters and the possible number of employees based on that. She knew by listening to the conversations around her that some of them lived off-site and drove in every day.

“Here's a key for you,” Trisha said to the spotted female, startling her momentarily when she handed her a key to her room.

“Th .. thanks, Trish. Geez, you startled me for a moment.” Sarah was really embarrassed by being snuck up on.

“I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so absorbed by reading the site map.” Trisha pointed out, “I was here for almost thirteen months,” indicating the red zone in the performer quarters, room 112. “I had three room mates at all times but Linda tried to get me into her bed as often as she could.” Trisha got slightly misty-eyed when she thought of all the times that Linda tried to be nice to her and she was only mean to the taller mare in return. She looked at Sarah and said reverently, “Never, ever let anything, no matter what it is, get in the way of a friendship.”

Once back out in the hallway, Trisha headed Sarah towards the right direction to get back up to her room on the second floor.

“I have some things I have to take care of this morning so I'll come get you for lunch.” Trisha made sure Sarah was headed the right way before she went to take care of a performer move.

She went through the dormitory, headed for room 122. There was a new black collar girl there, a Vix-Dix surprisingly named Chili West that needed to be set up for a client.

At the appropriate room, Trisha opened the door to see a red fox vixen sitting on her bed, waiting patiently to be transported to a suite. She smiled, quickly hopped off the bed and knelt for her, waiting for the tap to stand.

“I'm not sure I've met you before, Ma'am,” the vixen stated once she had stood back up, waiting patiently for Trisha to put a leash on her. That's when she noticed that Trisha was a tamer. “You're a tamer? Aren't you dressed a little odd for a tamer, Ma'am?”

“I can wear what I want to, more or less before six in the evening, sweetie. After that, it depends on what I'm doing.” Trisha clipped a leash to Chili's collar, making sure it was secure. “You know, I have to ask; is Chili your real name?”

“No, it's not, Ma'am” the vixen replied. “My real name is Martha Jean Russell, if you must know.” The vixen obediently followed Trisha up to suite 343, a medium sized suite with Diamond Head in the view through the window. Trisha checked the setup against her Blackberry, making sure the order was correct.

“Well, looks like just a floor cable for you.” Trisha commented. She opened the equipment closet, looking for the appropriate cable that was just long enough for the performer to reach any point in the room without letting her get out the door. Hooking one end to the floor anchor, she attached the other end to Chili's collar. “Do you need a lubricant suppository? If you do, they're in the medical cabinet over here. Your bands will unlock the door for you.” Trisha pointed out the cabinet, making sure she knew where to find what she needed. Chili was very surprised by her helpful demeanor so she decided to comment about it.

“You seem very nice for a tamer, Ma'am. Most of the trainers around here seem to be pretty mean to me except for Miss Linda. She treated me real nice last night.” Trisha regarded her momentarily before she spoke up.

“Don't let my outward appearances fool you, sweetie; I can be very mean if need be.”

“I'll take your word on that, Ma'am.” Chili replied. “Ma'am, what was it about giving me the stage name 'Chili' anyway?” This thought hadn't crossed Trisha's mind so she had to think for a second or two.

“There was a Chili at Blue Diamond before it burned down. I think her videos might still be in the system, so maybe a client would see her and ask for you. I'm just guessing here so don't take that as the hard facts.” Trisha smiled a crooked smile as she said, “You do look very much like her, boobs and all.” This made the current Chili take note.

“I'm her doppelgänger?” she asked, not sure if Trisha was kidding her or not. The dark mare searched through the video library to find a video of the Blue Diamond Chili. Eventually she located the infamous maze video so the present Chili could see her predecessor. Just as Trisha had pointed out, she did look enough like her counterpart to fool a non-chimera.

“See? I wasn't kidding you.” Trisha pointed out. “Her muzzle is maybe just a bit wider and her hips look a bit narrower. Your boobs maybe aren't as big as hers but overall you do look close enough to fool a human.” The present Chili gave the images a lot of scrutiny before speaking her mind.

“Yeah, I guess I could pass for her at that. I agree that my boobs aren't that big but I do look a lot like her.” About that time, the vixen's client came into the room, giving Trisha more than a passing glance. The dark mare tried to exit the room gracefully but the client grabbed her around her waist, trying to put some moves on her.

“Sir, you had better let go of me if you know what's good for you,” Trisha warned in a level tone. “I don't want to, Sir, but I will hurt you if you don't let go of me now.”

“You don't remember me, do you, honey?” he asked, giving her a leering smile. He was of average build, dark hair, pock-marked face, clean shaven. An average Joe in this place for sure. Not a person that you might remember after some time had went by.

“I'm sorry but I don't remember you, Sir. I do suggest you let go of me ... _ Now. _” Trisha readied herself, her combat training taking over. “Sir, I've been trained as a soldier and I'm sure you don't want me to use some of that training on you.”

“You can't hurt me, sweetheart. Your failsafe programming in that pretty little head of yours prevents you from hurting another individual.” Trisha couldn't figure out his angle because she could tell he had no clue that she really could hurt him.

“You, Sir, are beginning to wear my patience quite thin. Let Go Of Me Now!” She grabbed his hand that was groping her left breast, turning him quickly to get him into a submissive hold. Now knowing he was going to be restrained, he made a demand, more of an order to her in a very strong, angry tone.

“Let go of me, Bitch! That's an order! Right Fucking Now!” This 'request', spoken like a guard would order a performer around, struck her kind of strange since she felt no urge to do so. In the days before she had been made a tamer, she might have let him go out of fear of punishment.

Not now, however.

A very short struggle ensued between them, one that ended up with the client under her complete control, his hand twisted up behind him in a very painful submission hold.

“There is _ not a chance in hell _ that I'm letting go of you now, buddy boy. You'll apologize to me right damned now for calling me a bitch before I tear your hand off and shove it up your ass, Bubba. I don't take kindly to Joe Schmuck off the street calling me a bitch.” She had his hand in the middle of his back, almost up between his shoulder blades, holding it firmly in her strong grasp while she had him pushed face-first into the wall by the door. His wrist was turned in an awkward angle, putting a lot of painful pressure on the tendons. He still managed to try to get her to release him through gritted teeth.

“You just as well let go of me because you can't hurt me, honey. Your programming won't let you go any further than that. Why don't you give me some head and I'll forget all about it.” Trisha fished her Blackberry out of its holster with her free hand and handed it to Chili, instructing her how to call Rita Hawthorn to have security sent to room 343. The vixen was making the call while the 'guest' made his threat.

“If you just give me a blow job, I won't tell Chuck about this little incident.” Trisha smelled a rat so she decided to play out this obvious bluff on the client's part.

“Well Sir, why don't I just call Mr. Waddell for you and have him come right on up here? I'm sure if you do know him, he would probably like to see you.” Trisha knew if he really did know Chuck, he wouldn't hesitate to agree to this.

“What? You can do that?” he asked, sounding very confused about this.

“You betcha, buddy boy. I'm a tamer so I have Mr. Waddell's cell phone number right in my Blackberry. I think I might just call him anyway. I wouldn't want him to miss seeing an acquaintance of his.” She turned to ask for her cell phone back when the client verbalized his fears.

“Dammit, I've _ really _ fucked up now.” he painfully muttered through gritted teeth. Trisha heard him say this so she had to know the reasons why.

“What's the matter, Sir, did you somehow think I might still be a red leather performer?”

“Y ... yes I did. I didn't know you were a tamer now, Ma'am.” This made Trisha smile as she slowly released her grip on him.

“Just stand right there, buddy boy and I won't use my whip on you.”

“Yes, Miss Trisha.” That made her think; since he knew how to address a tamer properly and he also knew her name, there was something up here.

“You work here, don't you?” She asked, turning him around to look at him again. That face, maybe it was just a little familiar. “What do you do here?” she asked, trying to place him. The client started to turn red in the face from embarrassment.

“I ... I work in security.”

Trisha nodded her head, now sure of where she knew him from. He was the bastard that fucked her without permission every chance he got for the first few weeks she was here. He had dyed his hair dark brown now to cover up his gray, just to look younger. He had also shaved off his goatee which was not an improvement in Trisha's eyes.

“Now I recognize you, Mr. Richart. You sorry sonuvabitch, I should kick your sorry fu ...” Trisha stopped her diatribe when Mr. Waddell made an appearance at the door, looking rather confused by the situation.

“Patricia, is there a problem here? Chili just called me by accident instead of Rita using your cell phone, asking for security.” That's when Johann Richart caught Chuck's attention. He looked back at Trisha and asked her, “Does this have anything to do with Johann wanting some unpaid sex from you?”

Trisha was somewhat embarrassed to admit it did. “Yeah, Mr. Waddell, he wanted me to give him a blow job to forget about my roughing him up.”

“Patricia, did he hurt either of you?” Chuck asked, giving the security guard an evil stare.

“Not really, Sir. He did manage to grope my breasts but not hard.” Trisha was looking at the floor in embarrassment.

“I have had so many complaints about you that I'm getting fed up,” Chuck said to Johann in a level tone, trying not to fly off the handle at him. “You have left me no other choice but to give you a two week suspension without pay.” The security team had arrived so Chuck turned to them and said, “Escort Mr. Richart off the premises, please. He is suspended for two weeks, gentlemen. Make sure to get his badge and keys from him before he leaves.”

They started to leave with Johann under their control when Chuck called out to bring him back. Once back in front of the boss, Chuck let Johann know a few more details of the situation.

“Mr. Richart, when you come back, you will be on six months probation. During that time, if I get just one complaint about you, from anyone _ including _ the rankest new red leather, you are done. I'm also suspending your employee discount until further notice.” He stopped for a moment and said, “Oh, and this visit with Chili that was cut short and your self-booked visit with Patricia, well, let's just say I'll make sure it's put on your credit card. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mr. Waddell, I understand. Sorry, Sir. This will never happen again,” Johann replied sullenly, knowing he had been caught red-handed. Chuck then made a dismissing gesture with his hand, letting security do their job and escort Mr. Richart away. Chuck just shook his head in amazement before he turned back to the two women and made his thoughts known.

“Geez, that guy is a handful to deal with. Do you know he tried to get Tana to give him a freebie just last night?” Chuck was very disgusted by all of this. “Patricia, please take Chili back to her room. It seems she won't be working today after all.” This made Trisha speak up on her behalf.

“Sir, the bars are always shorthanded before six in the evening. Why can't she work the Mauna Loa bar? Danny always needs an extra waitress in the upper horseshoe.” The boss thought for a second or two, nodding his head. Trisha did have a valid point here about staffing. He looked over at Chili, giving it some deep thought.

“OK, take Chili to the Mauna Loa room and get her set up. I'll call ahead and let Danny know she's coming.”

***