Sin and Scandal. Carol Storm

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      Chapter 2

      "Come on, dear. Pull yourself together."

      Madame's hand clamped down on Crystal May's shoulder. It wasn't a mean grip, but it was firm and strong. Madeline Charles was saying as plain as day that she cared, but that everyone had to do their part. The country girl crying on the couch quickly choked off her tears.

      "Do you reckon we did all right?" Crystal May sniffled, wiping her eyes as she sat up.

      "You did very well indeed, darling. Now come, we have business to discuss."

      Crystal May stood up, feeling a bit shaky on her legs. The pale, delicate-featured blonde could still feel Matt Gold's hand on her flaming ass cheeks, just like he was still in the room with her. Her poor behind felt hot, burning hot. She imagined it glowing red like the burner on a stove. She tried to get dressed, but she was all thumbs. Her hands were shaking and she couldn't control the way her fingers kept fumbling the job. The whole time she was worried about sitting down again.

      "Here, darling." Madame poured her a drink from the cut-glass decanter on her desk. "This should help. And I've put a cushion down for you to sit on while we talk."

      "Thank you, ma'am." Crystal May sat down ever so slowly, but the pain was not so bad. Madame poured a drink for herself as well.

      "To your first time, my dear." The head of the school raised her glass in a toast.

      "Yes, ma'am." Crystal May closed her eyes and swallowed some of the amber-colored liquid. It was like drinking a forest fire. The liquor in the glass burned so bad that it made her cough.

      "Slowly, my dear. The idea is to sip. Savor the pleasure. Yes, that's much better."

      "That was worse than the spanking!" When she could breathe again, Crystal May gave a shaky laugh. Her throat was still burning, yet slowly the warmth slid lower and pooled in her belly.

      "Adult pleasures often take some getting used to," the older woman said. "Don't you think?"

      "I reckon so." Crystal May felt a mite better now. She felt warm inside and out, and not just because of the liquor in her glass. Madame was initiating her into liquor, the same as Matt had initiated her into spanking. Only instead of feeling hurt or put down she felt flattered and proud. "Well, I imagine that I can learn to do anything with a fine ... with an exceptional teacher like you."

      "You'll have other teachers," Madame told her. The older woman sipped her drink slowly. "In time you'll discover that pain and pleasure are never far apart. But at the moment we need to discuss business, not pleasure. Do you know why Matt Gold paid us a visit this afternoon?"

      "Why, I reckon – I mean I imagine he was trying to spy on us, to see if we were breaking the law. To determine if we were engaged in any unlawful activities."

      "No, that's not it." Madame poured a little more liquor into her glass, and into Crystal May's too. "Your grammar and vocabulary are improving, my dear. But you happen to be mistaken."

      "Oh." Crystal May frowned. What good was building your vocabulary when you were still the same dumb person underneath? And what good was acting like a lady when any low-down lawman could treat you like a whore? The country girl picked up her glass and took another drink, and it made her burn inside, just like before. Only this time the liquor made her a little bit reckless. "Well, if Agent Matt Gold wasn't here to get us in trouble, why did I have to let him spank me?"

      "I let him spank you." Madame's calm voice and level gaze put Crystal May right back in her place. "I made that decision for three reasons. First, because you deserved it. You were eating sweets behind my back. Second, you've been dodging your true potential for far too long. I didn't bring you here to scrub the floors. And third, Matt Gold is more than just an FBI agent. He's a friend, and he's here to protect us from real danger."

      "What danger?" Crystal May gulped the rest of her drink without even tasting it. "I'm sorry, Madame, I was rude just now and I apologize. My behavior was impertinent and unacceptable."

      "That's quite all right, my dear," Madame said quietly. "As I remarked a moment ago, your vocabulary is improving steadily, and your manners are impeccable – when you want them to be. Matt Gold is an FBI agent, not some lustful sheriff's deputy or a corrupt city vice cop on a prostitution sweep. He's part of the Organized Crime Task Force, and his specialty is the mob."

      "But we're not mixed up with the mob!" Crystal May's hand flew to her throat. "Are we?"

      "We are not," Madeline Charles confirmed. "But we are a business as well as a school. Recently we've been making a great deal of money with our private shows. And along with the money has come a certain amount of unwanted attention. From the law, and from others as well."

      "You mean mob guys," Crystal May cut in. She forgot the rule about not interrupting a lady.

      "Correct. Our shows are clean and wholesome. Our young ladies are disciplined in a traditional manner, and never forced into sexual acts. But some of our regular customers would like to see a change of policy. And they want a share of the even greater СКАЧАТЬ