Chapter 22 #3
“So, I’m safe in assuming that Brian is transgender, right? I mean, it’s up to him to let that be known, I guess, but…”
“He is,” Victoria said. “He’s not hiding it now that he’s in Denton Heights.”
“I’m so glad he got that job at Tyttle Foods,” Jessica said. “He seems more relaxed.”
Victoria grinned and said, “Things are looking up for the two of us vagabonds from Indy, isn’t it?”
Jessica laughed and then asked something she’d been wanting to ask but didn’t know how. “Erin called you a tomboy.”
“Mm hmm,” Victoria said. She changed lanes to go around a slow-moving dump truck.
“I don’t know how to ask this, but how do you feel about your gender? I mean, you move smoothly between masculine and feminine auras, as Shanice would say.”
“I’ve thought about this,” Victoria said. “I am kind of genderfluid, I guess, but I’m a woman. A woman who needs to be able to move smoothly through masculine and feminine moments. I don’t want anyone telling me how to act or dress based on my biological makeup. It’s my fucking life, you know?”
“I do know.”
“I mean, I do like a good strap-on, but honestly, I don’t want a 24/7 penis.
I mean, it makes me feel powerful when I’m with you, but I don’t need it all the time.
Subs would sometimes call me ‘Sir,’ and I was okay with that.
Same for ‘Ma’am.’ And I’m okay with that, too.
It’s what the sub is seeing in me at the time, I guess. ”
“I get that, because I see it in you, too. So being genderfluid means you aren’t stuck in that binary definition.”
“No, I guess not,” Victoria said. “Some days I feel genderless. It’s hard to explain, but I feel like gender isn’t a thing that concerns me.”
“It sure seems to concern a lot of other people, though,” Jessica said, thinking about her non-woke mother and latest stepfather.
“But that last thing you mentioned hits on non-binary. You know? A non-changing identity. One that is neither female nor male. It is neither of those two things. It is not binary. It is non-binary.”
Victoria laughed and then laughed harder. “Sounds like you’re trying to make it make sense.”
“I am,” Jessica said. “I want to understand. It’s not something I know personally, but I can’t discount the experiences of other people just because I don’t know it in my own bones. You know?”
“Yeah,” Victoria said. “Very empathetic of you.”
“Empathy,” Jessica said out loud. “Try it.”
“We should make t-shirts,” Victoria quipped. “So, I guess if we must classify me, we’ll go with genderfluid.”
“I wish labels weren’t a thing,” Jessica said. “But they are, and there you go.”
“There you go,” Vic said. “So, to turn this around. I’m assuming Jessica Bennett is a cisgender female?”
“Yep,” Jessica said. “And this female is liking this genderfluid woman sitting next to her.”
“Good,” Vic said. “What now?”
“Dump the boxes and then take me home and have your way with me. You mentioned a strap-on earlier? Did I hear that right?” Jessica ran a hand down Victoria’s thigh.
As the sky turned dark and their conversation finished momentarily, Jessica turned to her phone. She looked up schools in or near the Denton Heights area, including her own, for security or maintenance positions.
“Oh, shit, babe,” Jessica said, waving her phone.
“What, what, what?” Victoria said with a laugh. “You almost made me drive off the road.”
“There’s a daytime security position open at PUA. That’s my school. Phillips University Academy.”
“No way,” Vic said. “Read it to me.” Satisfied with what she heard, she said she’d apply the next day.
“There’s an online application,” Jessica said. “Let’s start it now.” And they did.
~~~
Not only did Victoria get the daytime security job at PUA, but she also received benefits and a competitive salary.
Their house hunting began in earnest with help from Miss Hayley, one of Rowena’s friends, who was one of those famous realtors whose face graced bus stop benches.
Was Jessica worried that it was all happening too quickly?
Yes, of course. But the more time they spent together, the more she knew Victoria, AKA Vic, AKA Daddy Cheese, was the right one for her.
And as far as she could tell, Victoria felt the same.
Second semester had started and Jessica sat in her empty classroom during her lunch period.
It was the first Friday in January of the first week back from winter break.
The next day, Saturday, wasn’t exactly their one-month anniversary, but it would be exactly four weeks since the masquerade ball.
They would be celebrating with their friends down at Dominique’s the next day after going out to the Elm Street Diner, a diner she knew well from her Blackwell College days.
They were on a quest to find grilled cheese sandwiches as good or better than Rose Diner’s.
A familiar face appeared in the small window in her classroom door. Jessica beckoned Victoria to come in.
“Your lunch, Madam,” Victoria said, delivering the bag she’d forgotten in the pickup truck that morning. “No delivery charge.”
“My hero. Thank you.” Jessica did her best not to ogle the tight green trousers or the masculine white long-sleeved shirt with the word ‘Security’ emblazoned over the left chest pocket.
She’d ironed the shirt herself the night before, so Victoria would look professional.
Not that Victoria needed help in that regard.
The way she carried herself was proof enough.
“Madam,” Victoria said in a low voice, “I do believe you’re ogling the hired help.”
“Am I?” Jessica made a show of wiping drool off her face. “It’s so tempting, though.” She tilted her head to check out Victoria’s ass in the tight pants. “Mmm, I may have to tap that.”
“HR!” Victoria stage-whispered, then laughed.
Jessica hated to see Victoria go, but they each had their respective jobs to do.
She ate her sandwich while grading grammar worksheets, grateful that she no longer had cafeteria duty.
She was productive in her grading, mainly because she didn’t want to take anything home.
Her afternoon classes flew by, and she tidied up her room, waiting for Victoria to swing by so they could head home.
Once back at Jessica’s apartment, they decided on leftovers on the couch in front of the TV. It was all so very domestic, and Jessica loved it. Misty seemed to love it, too, and made a beeline for Victoria’s lap, a place she seemed to rather enjoy lately.
“I should be the one in your lap,” Jessica said with a pout. “I’ve lost my cat, I think,”
“What can I say?” Victoria said. “The ladies love me.”
“I’m in that club, too, I’m afraid,” Jessica said. “Smitten. Gone. Head over heels.”
Victoria grinned. “Actually, I think it means she’s accepted me into the pride.”
After they’d eaten and the dishes taken care of, Victoria said, “I heard this saying once. Something like early to bed, early to rise.” She looked toward the bedroom door.
“Bed, yes, please,” Jessica said. They both knew that ‘bed’ didn’t mean sleep. She allowed herself to be led into the bedroom. Misty didn’t seem to mind and made herself comfortable in the spot where Victoria had been sitting. Yeah, little girl, I think she’s part of the pride now.
“Babe?” Victoria said as she shut the bedroom door.
“Yes, love?” Jessica wrapped her arms around Victoria’s neck.
“Why don’t you call me Ma’am or Sir?”
“Do you want me to?” Jessica asked. They’d discussed protocols, and that hadn’t come up.
“It’s usually the first question every submissive asks about.”
“Neither of those honorifics sounds right,” Jessica said. “Do you want me to?” She asked again.
Victoria seemed confused, but then her expression turned resolute. “I don’t need that anymore, I think. However, if you want to, it’s fine. Like in the heat of the moment or something?”
“Understood,” Jessica said. “And just so we’re clear here. You are my Domme. You do run the roost, as it were.”
“We’ll run the roost together, but I’m comfortable leading and making the hard decisions.”
“Excellent,” Jessica said. “So, what decision have you made for our Friday night fun?”
Victoria’s expression hardened. “Someone deserves a spanking for tempting the new security guard at school today.”
Jessica’s eyes grew wide. Yes, yes, yes. A fun-ishment. Hallelujah! She moaned. The way Victoria was devouring her with her eyes made her clit jump in anticipation.
Victoria unbuttoned Jessica’s blouse and slid it off her body.
Pants were unzipped next. They shimmied down Jessica’s legs to pool at her feet.
The thong soon lay on the floor as well.
The only thing left was her bra. Victoria had gotten her some sexy, lacy ones for Christmas, and yes, she’d worn one to school that day.
“Inspection.”
Jessica snapped into inspection pose. Her hands behind her head, legs spread.
Eyes forward, the way Victoria said she liked it.
Victoria went over to the toy drawer and pulled out a riding crop.
Ooh, the pink one. She came face-to-face with Jessica but didn’t smile.
Jessica could feel Victoria’s body warmth as she moved around her, not touching her once. It was excruciatingly sexy.
Victoria snapped a bra strap from behind. Jessica inhaled sharply. That was unexpected.
“This was worn to school today.” It was a statement. “Yet another device to tempt the new security guard.”
A hand reached around and roughly massaged the muffin top spilling out of the bra. Heat flooded Jessica down below. She arched her pelvis accidentally.
“A Jezebel in our midst,” came the husky voice behind her.
The crop tapped her bare ass. And then it hit again, harder.
Jessica yelped, just a little. Another hit, another yelp.
The crop hit a new spot every time. So far, in their impact sessions, Victoria had not made her count strokes.
That was good. Jessica wanted to focus on sensations, not math.