It was during my midnight party, one of many arranged by my assistant that I first saw her, standing in a corner talking to someone of insignificance.  She was a goddess, her long golden blonde hair flowed down to the middle of her back, her cheeks were rosy in color heighten by the smile she was giving the person she was talking to.  Her lips were a luscious glossy pink, not overly plump but not to thin either.  She had an hourglass figure which was accentuated by the tight short dress she wore.  The dress was short enough to show off her well defined legs and thighs and barely covered her ass.  The four inch stiletto heels she wore made her legs look longer than they actually were. I still had at least two inches over her.

When my eyes traveled back up her perfect body to gaze at her face again I felt like I was struck by lightening.  Her eyes were a flawless crystal blue.  I was hypnotized.

Who was this woman that had captivated my being so intensely?  Where did she come from?  Had she been to one of my many midnight parties before and I hadn’t noticed her?  When our eyes locked from across the room I knew I had to have her.  I had to claim her and make her mine.

I wanted to know who she was so I searched for my assistant who in another life was actually my sister.  But when I turned her I made her my assistant.  Her memory of her past life no longer existed.  She was here to serve me. 

Finally eyeing my assistant I called out to her, “Kyla.”

“Yes mistress… I mean Miss Davies,” she answered.

I growled at her slip of the tongue before questioning her, glancing around making sure no one near me had heard her, “be careful with what you call me in public Kyla or I will have your tongue.”

“Please forgive me mistress,” she whispered her eyes downcast.

“Who is that stunning blonde over there in the corner talking?”

Raising her downcast eyes she looked then smiled back at me, “oh her name is Spencer Carlin, she’s the date of the gentleman that she’s talking to.”

“Oh and who is the gentleman?” I asked.