A Tale of an Upscale Dominatrix
By Bee
Wednesday morning came around and Zac’s assistant was at Sonya’s house to deliver the gowns at eleven o’clock, with matching shoes and lingerie for the ladies to look their finest this evening.
She sent a text to both Gia and Angel letting them know that the gowns were delivered and that a stylist from House of Beauty would be at her house at three o’clock that afternoon to assist with their hair and makeup. She also had a driver setup be there at five o’clock to drive them to the pier. They both confirmed that they would be there at three o’clock to get ready for the evening.
Gia and Angel showed up at her house at exactly three o’clock, along with the stylist from The House of Beauty. Letting them all inside, she showed Gia and Angel to her bedroom where their gowns were hanging, along with the selection of shoes and lingerie for them to choose from.
Zac had really outdone himself when it came to their gowns.Gia’s gown was in a halter style with a plunging neckline, in a gorgeous reddish orange silk that compiled her peaches and cream skin and strawberry blonde hair to perfection. The green of her eyes, a dazzling contrast to the flame color of the gown. Gia had picked out a matching reddish orange thong and a pair of gold high-heeled sandals and a matching evening clutch in gold.
Once dressed, Gia made her way to the kitchen, where the stylist placed Gia’s strawberry blonde hair in an elaborate updo that left curling tendrils of hair framing her beautiful face. Her makeup was kept fairly neutral, with a smokey eye effect that brought out her stunning green eyes even more.
Angel’s gown was a two-piece. The top was a gold thread embroidered yellow satin corset and the skirt made of layered yellow silk chiffon. She looked absolutely stunning in the color with her smooth dark skin and her bleached locks. She chose a small gold structured handbag, yellow lace cheeky panties and a pair of gold high-heeled sandals to wear with her gown.
The stylist had taken the upper half of Angel’s locks and pulled them behind her head and into a bun, with the bottom half of her locks flowing freely down her back. She added a gorgeous rose gold lip gloss to Angel’s perfectly pouty lips and a dusting of rose gold flecked powder to her shoulders and décolleté.
For Sonya, Zac had made a slim fitting black satin gown that was backless, with only a thin red ribbon that criminal down to her lower back, and tied corset fashion below the wait, with black, faceted, teardrop, obsidian beads dangling from the ends, It was daringly sexy with spaghetti straws, a cowl neckline, and a thigh high slit in the front. She chose a pair of smooth, red, thong panties, a pair of red patent leather peep-toe pumps and a red patent leather clutch to compliment with her gown.
Her long hair was pulled up into a braided chignon, to show off the gorgeous back of the gown she wasWearing. The stylist only added some black eyeliner and mascara to her eyes, and a bright red lip stain as the finishing touch.
She tipped the stylist generally for her time as she left. Before she’d even shut the door, the driver of the limo was already pulling up to take them to the pier.
They each grabbed their evening bags and were soon being whisked away in the limousine towards downtown and the Hudson Bay. She’d arranged for a bottle of champione to be on ice for them to share. Popping the cork and the ladies all sat back with a glass in hand.
Angel kept looking between Gia and Sonya. Finally, she said, “You two look like living dolls. I mean that in the nicest way. Oh my gawd, I mean, I’m not objectifying you. Argh! Seriously, you both have to know that you look too perfect to be real.”
Sonya looked at her with a teasing grin, “You do realize that you look just as grogeous, right?”
“I know,” Angel said as she shot her a huge smile. “I feel like Cinderella or a movie star.”
Gia was smiling at them both, “Please, don’t be expecting any princess style magical miracles coming from me. I still can’t believe you’ve gone to all this trouble for a client. Not that I’m complaining, I appreciate a nice stay at the Four Seasons already paid for as much as the next woman. Plus, a new Zac Posen gown of my own is also nothing to sneakeze at, and neither is drinking some Cristal from real crystal champione glasses while on our way to a private dinner prepared by chef Tom Moore, while this beautiful Angel here sings to us from her perch.”
“Gia, you all are my friends, and I want the best for you each. Many of my friends just happen to also be the most talented in their fields, what can I say?” Tipping her glass towards both women in acknowledgement.
They both burst into giggles. Gia, of course, piped up, “So, basically, you like keeping it all in the family, so to speak.”
“Well, if my friends can also benefit from the things going on around me, then all the better.” She told her, with a shrug and rueful grin.
“So, what is on this evening’s menu?” Angel wanted to know.
“I actually have no idea. I left it to Tom. He is an expert in the field of cuisine,” She answered.
“What time is Daddy, Dearest, showing up with Patrick?” Gia wanted to know.
“They should be leaving Giovanni’s hotel as we are pulling into the pier.” She shared. “That’ll give me time for a quick look around, make sure everything is in order and fix anything that isn’t.”
“That’ll give me time to make sure the piano is in tune, as well,” Angel said.
Gia gave her a telling look before commenting, “And me the time to have a drink or two in preparation for Giovanni’s imminent arrival.”
Sonya reached over and squeezed Gia’s hand in support. “I’ll be right there with you the whole time,” she let her friend know.
“And so will, I,” Angel added with an empathetic smile.
Pulling up to the pier, the ladies were greeted by the sight of a gorgeous yacht, its poisoned hull glistening under the amber glow of the setting sun. A crew member, sharp in his white uniform, stepped forward to assist them onto the boat. Angel wasted no time, a sly grin playing on her lips as she leaned towards him.
“Mind showing me where the piano is?” she asked, her voice a melodic tease.
Gia, not one to be left out of the fun, tagged along, her sights set on finding the bar. Meanwhile, Sonya made her way toward the kitchen, her heels clicking against the deck as she went to check on Tom.
“Tom!” she called out warmly, her voice cutting through the quiet hum of the yacht’s engines.
Tom turned, his conversation with his sous-chef pausing mid-sentence. His face lit up the moment he saw her.
“Well, well, well! Where in the world have you been hiding? I haven’t seen you at the restaurant in ages.” He moved towards her, his grin widening as he took in her flowing silk dress. “Hollywow! Look at you! You’re absolutely stunning.”
Sonya laughed, stepping forward to throw her arms around his neck in a swift hug. “Thank you! And thank you for coming to my rescue tonight. I’ve been swamped these last few months, but I promise I’ll swing by the restaurant soon.”
Tom pulled back, his hands lingering briefly on hers. “You’d better. The place isn’t the same Without you.”
“And what culinary masterpiece did you come up with at the markets this morning?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“Ah, ah,” Tom chided, wagging a finger playfully. “You know me better than that, Sonya. No sneak previews. You’ll find out with everyone else at the table.”
She surprised, feigning disappointment. “It was worth a shot. I’ll let you get back to it, then.” She waved to his sous-chef before turning back to Tom. “You did have enough to get everything you needed, right?”
Tom gave her hands a light squeeze. “Plenty. In fact, there was a little overfour hundred left. I was thinking of giving it to Steve. He’s got student loans and just found out he’s going to be a dad. The guy could use a break.”
Sonya smiled softly, touched by his thoughtfulness. “Of course. That’s very kind of you, Tom.”
As she made her way back to the blinde, the sound of Angel’s voice drifted through the air. She was seated at the piano, her fingers dancing over the keys as she hummed an Alicia Keys melody. The music wrapped around the room, smooth and sultry, drawing a small audience from the crew.
Sonya joined Gia at the bar, where she was swirling a golden brandy in a snifter. The tension in Gia’s posture was palpable, her grip on the glass just shy of white-knuckled.
“Are you going to be OK tonight?” Sonya asked, her tone gentle but firm. “I know Giovanni isn’t your favorite person, but Patrick has told me so many times that he misses his strange daughter. He’d do anything to have her back in his life.”
Gia let out a heavy sight, her expression conflicted. “And you never told him about me?”
“No,” Sonya admitted quietly. “I only told Patrick about you, and your connection to Giovanni, a few days ago.”
Gia’s jaw tightened, her emotions flickering across her face like a storm on the horizon. She wasn’t used to be out of control, and the idea of seeing her father after so many years filled her with dread.
“I don’t know why I’m even doing this,” Gia muttered, her voice edged with frustration. “I swore I’d never speak to him again. But then you…” She paused, taking a long sip of her drink. “You’ve never given me a reason not to trust you. And that’s the only reason I agreed to this.”
Sonya placed a reassuring hand on Gia’s shoulder. “You don’t have to Make any decisions tonight. Just take it one step at a time. Whatever happens, I’m here.”
The two women sat in silence for a moment, the hum of the yacht’s engine and the soft strains of Angel’s music filling the air. Outside,the horizon stretched wide, the promise of an evening full of possibilities–and perhaps a little chaos–awaiting them.
They heard the boisterous communication that could only be Giovanni and Patrick’s arrival aboard the yacht.
“What is this about, my man? Are we taking a cruise along the Hudson? I don’t think I’ve actually ever seen the city skyline from the Bay” They all heard Giovanni’s comments as the men walked into the main salon area.
Sonya stepped forward to greet Patrick and Giovanni. “Welcome, gentlemen. I hope you don’t mind my hijacking your evening to spend some quality time with us.
Patrick takes her hand in both of his own and places a kiss of devotion on the back.
“To spend time with you is never a hardship, Beauty. Giovanni, do you remember my dear friend and confidante, Sonya?” Patrick asked.
“Of course! Lovely to meet you again. And who was playing the piano and humming when we first arrived? Truly the voice of an angel.”
Giasnickered in her drink, “That’s Angel, with the voice of an angel.”
“Gia!” Giovanni bellows as he makes his way towards his strange daughter. “My favorite daughter is here! Patrick, I wasn’t aware that you knew my daughter.”
Upon reaching Gia, Giovanni has her on her feet and in his arms before anyone can blink, and give her a huge bear hug.
“Put me down, you big oaf! I’m your favorite daughter due to having the dubious honor of being your only daughter. I swear, if you ruin this dress, you’ll be paying for its repair! Giovanni, set me down, dammit!” Gia fussed at her father.
“I can’t believe this! I’m so happy to see you, my beautiful girl!” Giovanni exclaimed.
“It wasn’t I that brought your daughter to you, but Sonya.” Patrick told him.
Giovanni turns to take a closer look at Sonya with Gia still dangling from his arms
“Sonya, how do you know my Gia?” he asked plainly.
“Dad, please, put me the fuck down.” Gia demanded. “Sonya and Imet in college and have been friends ever since, which you would know if your head wasn’t so far up your own ass.”
Giovanni slowly turned his head to Gia, his eyes narrowed, “Watch your tone, young lady,” he said sternly.
“Put me down, old man,” Gia insisted. Her temperature starting to flair as a flush began climbing her neck to stain her cheeks.
“And just now who are these two handsome gentleman, Sonya?” Angel asked in her purring, lyric Caribbean accent, her hand hovering just in front of her glittering cleavage, hips swaying as she moved forward.
Giovanni smoothly set Gia back on her feet, running his hand over his full rust-colored hair, his civilized demeanor sliding back in place. That is until he gets a good look at the stunning woman before him and all rational thought seems to drain out through his feet.
“I think my eyes are beholding the most beautiful woman to have ever lived. My name is Giovanni, miss. Might I have the honor of knowing your name,” he says as he moves in and take Angel’s hand within his own.
A laugh bubbles up through Angel’s full lips, “Why aren’t you a smooth devil? My name is Angel, handsome. I’m pleased to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine. Have you met my daughter, Gia?” He asked as he turned back and gismured towards Gia.
“Yes, we were introduced earlier This afternoon,” she says as she shoots the woman an understanding grin.
Patrick stepped forward, “It’s nice to finally meet a couple of Sonya’s friends. Thank you for joining us this evening. I’m Patrick.” First shaking Angel’s hand, then Gia’s.
One of the staff stepped into the salon, “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Josh, if you would follow me into the dining room, dinner will be served momentarily. The ship is pulling out from its dock and beginning its cruise. You will have an excellent view of the city from there.”
They were escorted into a soft gray and white, sleep dining room with a round table gleaming with fine china and crystal glassware. The heavy silk of the table clothes, the gorgeous displays of delicate white and pink flowers, and the glow of candlelight provided an elegant and intimate atmosphere.
The steel pulled out a chair for Sonya to sit at the table. Giovanni did the same for Gia and Patrick assisted Angel with her chair. Once everyone was seated, the steel opened a bottle of red wine and poured it for Everyone, along with glasses of ice water, before departing.
Tom, the chef, entered with two plates full of grilled mushrooms stuffed with bone marrow and fresh herbs.
“This is one of my signature appeals. Please, let me know if anything is lacking in the taste department and it will be swiftly taken care of. I hope you enjoy your meal.” He said.
Gia scooped a mushroom onto Her plate, cutting it in half and placed it in her mouth. Once the flavors hit her tongue, she was in heaven, “Tom, this is exhaust! I must get the recipe from you, if you’ll allow.” Taking the second half of the mushroom and putting it between her lips, she hummed her delight as her eyes slide shut. “Delicious!”
“I’m so happy that you like it!” Tom gushed before making his way back into the kitchen with a happy pep in his step.
The next course was a decadent creamy portobello mushroom soup, followed by two 3 pound tomahawk ribeye steaks that were smoked and grilled to medium rare perfection with roasted sweet potato chips and asparagus.
As they ate, Giovanni was anxious to catch up with his daughter, but he was also captured by Angel.
“Where are you from originally, Angel? You have such a beautiful accent, but I don’t think I’ve heard one quite like yours before.”
“I was born and raised in Port of Spain, Trinidad. I was discovered by a model agent out on the beach one day, moved to the Big Apple of America and have been a runway model/singer ever since.”
“Port of Spain? A paradise producing a goddess. I should’ve guessed. So, the runway brought you here, but I have to say, I can’t imagine a single spotlight bright enough to match your glow.” Giovanni exposed.
Angel, tilting her head with a teasing smile, “Careful, Giovanni. I’d hate for the skyline to feel overshadowed tonight.”
Giovanni leaned in slightly, “Let the skyline be jealous. If I were the view, I’d pale in comparison too.”
“Is this your usual repertoire, or am I getting the exclusive Giovanni experience tonight?” Angel chuckled softly
“You wound me, Angel. I only reserve this level of charm for the most extraordinary company,” Giovanni said as he dramatically clutched his chest with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.
Rolling her eyes, Gia cut in, “Dad, rein it in before you start reciting poetry. Or worse, singing.”
“Gia, don’t ruin this for me. I was just about to compose an ode to her eyes,” he said with earnestness.
“Oh, I’d love to hear that! But let me warn you–if it’s not up to par, I might have to out-sing you.” Angel teased.
Patrick smiled at his friend, “Careful, my friend. Challenging her to a dueel of charm might not end in your favorite.”
“Now, now, boys. Let’s not make Angel choose between you. She might leave us all behind for the skyline.” Sonya chided.
Throwing Giovanni a flirtatious smile, “Oh, I don’t think so. Tonight’s view is far too captivating.”
“Shall we move back into the salon for some scotch and a few hours of music? I’m told tonight’s performer has quite the reward.” Angel announced with a sly grin.
Patrick’s charm was effortless, and Sonya smiled knewably as he turned to the group. “We’re right behind you,” he added. “No way am I missing this.”
Angel Began her set with “Medusa” by Amanati, her voice dark, silica, and hypntic. She slide seamlessly into “Devil Eyes” by Hippie Sabotage, and then into “Girl on Fire” by Alicia Keys. Every note she sang was sultry and spellbinding, causing more than one cRew member to linger in the salon under the pretense of “checking on things.”
Sonya and Patrick danced together to a few songs, their chemistry palpable in the way their bodies swwayed in perfect rhythm. Gia, initially content to sit and watch, allowed Giovanni to coat her onto the dance floor.
When Giovanni returned to Sonya, he smiled smoothly, his hand already extended. “May I cut in?” he asked Patrick.
Patrick chuckled, bowing slightly as he stepped back. “She’s all yours… for now.” His gaze lingered on Sonya, a promise dancing in his eyes.
Giovanni took Sonya into his arms, his movements confident and commanding as he guided her effortlessly across the floor. “From what I’ve gathered, you’re the one I have to thank for bringing my daughter and me back together,” he said, his deep voice brushing against her ear like velvet. “You’ve given me a gift I can never repay.”
Sonya tilted her head at him, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “Perhaps thankful enough to reconsider voting Patrick out of his own television broadcast station?” she asked, her voice light but lacened with an edge of challenge.
Giovanni’s dark eyes sparkled as he spun her gracefully. “Vote against Patrick? I’d never—-unless, of course, I heard he was neglecting his talents. But from what I’ve seen tonight, the man’s got a knack for surrounding himself with extraordinary people.” His gaze lingered meanningfully on her before he added, “Speaking of extraordinary, I should also thank you for introducing me to Angel. I’m planning to steal all you ladies away before the night is over.”
Sonya throw her head back and laughed, the sound as warm as it was inviting. “Oh, you can certainly try,” she quipped, her eyes dancing with amusement. “But you should Know–I don’t go quietly.”
Giovanni grinned, his hand tightening slightly at her waist. “Good,” he murmured. “I like a challenge.”
As the song ended, Patrick appeared at Sonya’s side with an outstretched hand. “Mind if I steal her back?” he asked Giovanni, though his tone made it clear he wasn’t really asking.
Giovanni released her reluctantly, his smile lingering as he stepped aside. “For now,” he said, his voice carrying a playful promise.
Patrick pulled Sonya close, his lips brushing her ear as they began to move. “Seems I’ve got competition,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Should I be worried?”
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