Here my lovelies! I'm so sorry this took me so long, school's been absolutely killing me the last few weeks. I'm almost past the busy spot now though, so I'll be able to keep updating more regularly. You'll just have to stick it out with me another two weeks. ;)

Irene sat alone at a table in a small café, looking out at the rain lashing the windows. The coffee in front of her gave off small curls of steam where it sat next to her phone, which had been dark for a while now. She was waiting for Molly. The girl had called her back almost immediately the other afternoon, and insisted on a public meeting place. A small smirk came to Irene's face thinking about their conversation. A public meeting place, as if Irene would do something to her.

She checked the slim silver watch on her wrist and gave a small sigh before sipping her coffee, her lipstick leaving the faintest mark on the white porcelain. When the door opened her eyes flicked up to look. It was finally Molly, her long coat spattered with moisture and her hair a tangled mess. The umbrella she held at her side was clearly broken. Irene tilted her head slightly as she watched her try to smooth her hair before glancing around the café and then coming towards the table.

"You're late," Irene said as Molly opened her mouth to speak. The younger woman blushed, dropping her eyes again. "It's raining," she said.

"Yes, I can see that," Irene answered. "Have some trouble with your umbrella?"

"It's an awful thing anyway," she muttered, sitting across from her. "I just need to throw it out." Irene watched as she fiddled, putting her umbrella and purse under the table, taking off her wet coat, trying again to smooth her hair, all the while not looking at her. "Nervous about something, dear?" Irene said, motioning to the waiter to bring another cup of coffee.

"What? No," Molly said quickly, looking up at her. "Just—um—" She cleared her throat. "How are you?"

Irene smirked. "Quite well," she said. "I am curious as to why you wanted to meet me here, though."

"You—you said to call you—"

"Oh no, that's not what I said," she answered, leaning forward, her eyes bright. "And you know very well that's not what I meant, either."

Molly blushed again. Irene loved the way it lit up the apples of her cheeks and the way she looked down to hide it, her tangled hair falling over her shoulders again. She leaned forward and pushed a lock behind Molly's ear, revealing the small pearl stud she wore in the lobe; Molly jumped a little at the touch. "You called me because you wanted to call me," she said softly. "Because there is a part of you that wants what I have to offer."

"You don't know me," Molly said.

"No, but I can guess," Irene said. She leaned back in her chair as the waiter brought coffee for the bedraggled Molly, who gratefully wrapped her hands around the cup. "I get many calls from people who are curious."

"And how many of those people do you chase after?"

"Chase?" Irene repeated, and then she laughed. "I chase no one."


"I provided a gentle reminder, that's all," she said. "And you called me, didn't you?"


"And you're here, aren't you?"

"Please stop interrupting me," Molly said, her cheeks red again.

"You know, you do look lovely with that flush in your cheeks," Irene said, her eyes wicked. Molly raised a hand to press her fingers to her warm cheek. "You blush so easily." She couldn't help but imagine what kind of rose might bloom there from her open palm.

"What do you want?" Molly blurted. "Why me?"

Irene arched an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair and lifting her coffee cup. "You know why," she said. "I want to know about him."

"And I've told you, I know nothing," Molly said stubbornly.

"And we both know you're lying, and so we're at a stalemate," Irene said. "Unless you're willing to give up that information for a price?"

"I don't want money," Molly said.

"Then what do you want?" Irene casually rubbed her foot up Molly's calf. The girl jumped, her eyes wide as she tucked her feet hurriedly under her chair. "I can pay you in things other than money."


"Find your tongue, girl," Irene said. "Or I'll find it for you."

"I found your website," Molly blurted, then dropped her head as if in guilt. A grin spread across Irene's face. "Did you now?" she cooed. "And what did you think of it, dear?"

"It's—um—" She swallowed. "People actually pay you for that?"

"Oh yes," Irene said, sipping her coffee. "And I think they enjoy it almost as much as I do. You really ought to give it a try." When Molly hesitated, Irene's grin grew and she leaned forward again, that wicked look back in her eye. "Is that you considering it?"

"No," Molly practically squeaked, quickly ducking her head and sipping her coffee.

"Then what was it?" Molly dared a look up at her again, her lips parted, but she couldn't seem to make any words come out. Irene smiled. "It's perfectly fine to be curious," she said. "If you'd like, you can come back to my flat with me. I'll show you what kinds of toys are my favourite." Her eyes gleamed and Molly hesitated again. "No promises," Irene said. "You won't have to do anything if you don't want to. But I know you want to look. Girls like you are always the ones who want to know."

"Girls like me?" Molly repeated.

"Pretty girls who blush often and can't keep eye contact. You've the soul of a submissive, dearie." She smiled. "But that's not a bad thing."

Molly had to admit, there was something in the way Irene said it that made her want to see these things even more. She gulped slightly, fidgeting with her sleeve cuff, and finally she said, "If I come—I don't have to promise anything?"

Irene's grin grew, her white teeth hinting behind the red lipstick. "Nothing, darling," she promised. "All you have to do is look." She finished her coffee and stood, putting some money down on the table before tucking her phone into her clutch and looking expectantly at Molly. "Well?"

Molly hesitated only a second more before collecting her wet purse and broken umbrella and following Irene out of the café and into the waiting car, her heart beating so hard that it might as well have deafened her. No promises, she reminded herself, but then the words do you know what happens to naughty girls? echoed in her mind, and she shivered as the car door closed behind her.