Winters bite had swept the world in a sheen of frosty white that sparkled in the late evening blackness lit only by shafts of humming neon. From her office window, Molly Malone sat in the darkness at her desk looking out across the white rooftops at the end of another working week. It was quiet now and the only noise came from the dull rumble of traffic down below. She enjoyed these moments of solitude, and mused idly where on life’s journey she now stood; both professionally and personally.
Professionally, things were good and on the up. The Spanking Agency was a great success as she always suspected it would be somehow. It was the nature of the beast and that beast needed to be fed. It was nearly six months now when she had decided to go ahead with what had been an idea that she had mulled over for a long time. The Spanking Agency. She smiled at that. To create and build something on so simple a premise. Of course it was going to be a great success. There was never any doubt for she never underestimated the dark side of human nature and the need to explore the inner self.
But, as in all things, there was a negative side.
That came with the sacrifices she had to make in her personal life. Her last relationship had ended nearly a year ago and the loss of emotional and physical companionship was beginning to cast their shadows over her. The physical was obvious but it was the emotional that she missed the most. The simple pleasure of being able to talk to someone and share the joy of conversation and those special moments. Molly rested her head back against her seat and sighed to the silence. “Come on,” she said to herself. “Let’s go home.”
She slipped her coat on and was about to lock up when the phone rang.
“Great.” she muttered. Leave it. Just go. But she hesitated. The phone continued to ring in the dark as if it knew there was someone there. Nine till six. What part of office hours don’t people understand? They’ll call back tomorrow when Dolly was back. Go home. She dropped her coat on her desk and picked up the phone mid ring.
“Hello?” she answered.
There was a soft hum on the line but no one answered, though she could hear the faint sound of someone breathing at the other end. “Hello, can I help you?” she asked again, slightly exasperated.
“Is that the Spanking Agency?” said a voice suddenly. A man’s voice, but not overtly masculine.
Molly shifted the phone to her other ear. “Yes it is. I’m sorry but you’re calling after hours if you’re looking to book an appointment,” She reached across her desk and picked up a large black book. “Can you call back tomorrow?”
A pause. “Is there no one available tonight?”
Molly ran her hand through her thick brown hair. She could do it now. He probably wouldn’t call back if she brushed him off now. It would only take a moment after all. “Tonight?” she replied. She had opened the book and was running a finger down the list of entries. She saw that every girl was booked up solid till at least the middle of next week – allowing for recovery period and all that. “No, afraid not. The earliest I can fit you in is Thursday. Depending on your requirements of course.”
Another pause. “That’s kind of disappointing.” Another pause. “What about you?”
Molly blinked with surprise. “Me?” She smiled despite herself. The cheeky bugger. “No, no. I don’t do that sort of thing.” She could feel herself blushing. He probably thought she was the secretary or something. Good grief, no, she most certainly didn’t do that sort of thing – these days.
“Why not?” asked the voice.
Molly shifted uncomfortably where she sat on the edge of her desk. “Why not?” she began, feeling slightly put out by his question. “I’d say it’s because I’m the boss of the Agency, that’s why not.”
Another pause. “I don’t see why that’s a problem. Does making you the boss make you somehow different from the others?”
Molly frowned. Just WHO was this guy? “Not at all. I run the business and hire girls who want to do this particular line of work. That’s how it is. Anyway, I don’t see how it’s any of your business if you don’t mind me being so blunt.”
She could sense the smile in his voice. “Sorry, no offence meant. I just thought that for someone to come up with this kind of thing in the first place they would have a reason to do so.”
“Reason?” She could feel her heart skip a beat. Reason? Of course there was a reason. Every adventure began with a reason. Her bottom began to tingle which made her blush even more. She should put the phone down right now.
“For doing what it is you do,” he said. “Since you’ve told me you’re the boss then I guess it was your idea in the first place. I was just wondering where such an idea came from.”
She knew exactly where the idea had come from. A five year, virgin relationship with the perfect man who showed her what it meant to be a woman both in body and spirit. A man who knew how to handle women who wanted to be handled in a certain way. He had certainly done that. Her bottom had never been the same since. The many spankings he had given her in their time together had lit a fire that burned twice as bright today as it had back then. From such feelings the Spanking Agency had been born.
She wasn’t going to tell him that. Not if she could help it.
“Well, that’s for me to know and you to never find out.” She laughed despite herself. She had to admit she was warming to him.
“That makes me sad.”
“Sad?” She thought he even sounded sad. The charmer. Curiosity was getting the better of her. Admit it. You would love to know just who this guy is she thought to herself.
“Yes,” he said. “You sound,” A pause. “Interesting and interested.”
“Oh I do, do I?” Go home woman. Let the day end as it always did. This guy could be a complete loon for all she knew. Bypass Heartache Avenue. “And just why is that?”
“Because I know that you know the reason you haven’t put the phone down.”