EXTRACT FOR
The Society - Book 2
(DrkFetyshNyghts)

A younger Lynette had accompanied her future father-in-law and Huntress on the show-round. The talks had been very informal, very low key. Huntress had listened to every single word said. She had nodded in the right places and she had made the right noises without revealing her hand. Even when the young girl Lynette had spoken,



"You can name your price. Finances are not the issue. Daddy here is especially fond of the one known as Mia, and I am very keen that he retains her."



Huntress, had let her eyes pour over the young girl. Over the full length of her, and with just the slightest of smiles over perfectly coloured lips.  She liked the confidence in Lynette. Even recognising something of herself in her, from her own heady younger days. It would be a false statement to say that Lynette didn't experience a slight chill down her spine as the legend known as Huntress had let her eyes pour over her. It was actually slightly more than a chill that went down her spine. It had been like a mini 'war-of-wills' with Lynette coming a poor second. Totally outclassed by the older, wiser and maturer lesbian Dominatrix Huntress.  Huntress was more than aware of the effect she had on most people who crossed her path at one time or another. When she let her eyes roam up and down the smartly, almost corporately dressed Lynette, she had let those eyes, come to rest deliberately on the mounds that pressed out from her fitted jacket. The mounds of her breasts. Huntress was impressed. Very impressed with the way the girl carried herself. The confidence and unmissable arrogance that seemed to pour from the girl's presence. But she was just that, a girl.



Lynette's pride wouldn't allow her to become a shrinking violet in Huntress presence and Huntress liked that. She liked the way the girl simply stood, pose held, stilettos placed a comfortable distance apart, slightly above the knees skirt stretched tightly between nylon sheathed legs as Huntress had crawled her eyes first down then up the length of her. Then come to rest on her the breasts as they pushed out from inside the silk blouse and fitted jacket. Lynette just silently gasped as she felt the throb at the base of both nipples. Huntress could do that. She could make a girl's nipples throb  without physically touching them. It wasn't a skill she had honed or even had been aware of early in her 'career'. And, there was no defining moment when she had become aware of it. Or capable of it. Rather, just it was something that had just been there. Lynette had simply stood and rode the throbs without visible effects being revealed. Or, to put it another way. Lynette thought she had ridden the throbbing nipples well and without revealing what she was feeling to the awesome Huntress.



Wrong!