“Whichever is easiest for you, Lottie. After all, you’re already taking such efforts to clean it for me.”
“Of course, well somehow it will get back to you then.” She glanced at her watch, “And on that note I’d better go before I am seriously late for my class. Later.” Turning she hurried off towards the university.
“A clever girl,” Morena observed, a little amused by the answer she received and how well argument it was. “I imagine you spent the majority of your time in labs one way or another. What’s so interesting about this one?”
Lottie nodded at the observation before sighing, “The labs I spend my day in are boring and full of contrived experiments designed to teach us constantly. I want to see a real life working lab. A routine, run of the mill factory style one is boring too, I want something that actually does something meaningful that, well who knows? Maybe something I could even recreate at some point down the line.”
Morena listened patiently, rolling the end of her cigarette
against the ashtray, only the heel of her foot clicked impatiently against the
floor.
“That’s quite the request.” She pointed out, “If I ask how
often you go to classes, what sort of an answer would I get?”
Lottie gave a light shrug, keeping up manners was hard work after all, “If you don’t ask and all that jazz.” A wide smile spread over her face at the question, “I go to all my classes. Lord Oz would soon be on my case if I didn’t. I’m on top of all my coursework and I’ve done my homework for tomorrow.” Of course there was no need to mention the bit of bother she’d got into for leaving early at the summer, she had sorted it all out after all.
“Whiskey on ice. Large as they’ll pour me.” Jim didn’t feel comfortable with any kind of grand gestures or thanks, but he wasn’t going to say no to the drink. “I’ll grab a table for both of us. It’s been awhile since we hung out.” Following the words, he picked a table in the corner and sat down gingerly to try and avoid pressing his back against the fabric.
Lottie nodded at the request, a soft laugh at the realisation they hadn’t hung out for a while. It only took a few minutes and she was heading over with the two drinks and put his in front of him before she took a sip of hers, her eyes closing with a slight shudder at the burn of the alcohol. “So how’s the pain? Hero work can be so tricky,” she added with a smile.
Morena remained quiet, leaning closer to touch the tip to
the flame. She hummed curious, blowing out a thin strip of smoke.
“I am not hard to find.” She shifted back into her seat to take another deep drag from her cigarette. “Good as can be. Though I think it’s not my wellbeing you are interested in.”
Lottie pouted slightly as the woman called her out though it wasn’t a surprise. She took a step back and looked up at the dark haired beauty, pushing her hair back from her face as she did. “It wasn’t my main motivation will admit,” she smirked. “I’m looking for a little help from you. I have a project to do for one of my chemistry classes and I’m rather sick of the sterile university labs. I wanted to see a real, working lab in operation and I’m quite sure there must be someone in the family who could help me. I thought you might be able to point me in the right direction.” She fell silent leaving it up to the domme to interpret what she was really looking for.
Anton shrugged but lightly shook his head, predicting that the submissive likely may crash after her classes from all that sugar and energy drinks. “I suppose that is a solution,” he simply replied. “If you would be so kind,” he teased with a small smirk, though he certainly didn’t expect her to gift wrap it all. “You can just have it cleaned. No need to go to my extremes.”
“I’ll skip the gift wrapping then but I’ll arrange the rest. Would you like it delivered to the gym or your home?”
Morena watched the second split change in the girl when their eyes met and smiled. “If you please, cara mia.” She beckoned, placing a fresh cigarette in the holder.
She waited patiently, uncharacteristically quiet while the domme sorted herself and then lifted the lighter up, flicking it as she did. After a pause Lottie took a breath and smiled, “I’ve been hoping to maybe see you around Miss, how have you been?”
“Nuh uh, nope, no way, no sciency stuff. You know it gives me a headache… my mind is still blown from when you told me how a candle works!” Rosaline chuckled and shook her head at the memory. A completely loved up expression filled the young actress’ features at the mention of Tru and she didn’t even try to hide it. “She does trust me, but she’ll also be along a bit later. She said she had a high profile client to sort out first, which I think might be code for she’s going to have a nap. I think she’s still exhausted from my birthday evening where she let me decide how we spent it and what we did.” A huge, mischievous smirk curled onto Rosaline’s lips and it was accompanied by a knowing wiggle of her eyebrows and a playful nudge.
Lottie laughed and shook her head, “Honestly if you think that’s cool there’s a million fabulous tricks that I could show you, all of which have their explanation in science!” Chuckling at the look that crossed Rosaline’s face at the mention of her domme she pretended to cover her ears and started singing to cover up listening. “There’s no need to rub it in. Just cause you’ve got a gorgeous domme at home the whole time doesn’t mean the rest of us want to know about it,” she quipped with a teasing smile and ignoring the gnaw inside her that it would be nice to have someone there.
With a sigh and the beginning of an eye roll Lottie was about to refuse and then she looked at the woman again, her head beating a little faster as she realised who it was. Reaching into her purse she pulled out her lighter and held it up, “Would you like me to light it for you too?”
Lottie's wild adventure 