“Dance with me,” commanded Susan, her hips already moving to the soft beat of  ‘World On Fire’ that was driving the speakers installed in the CAC.  The beat was infectious; much like Susan was, irresistible when she wanted to be.

            “As you wish, m’Lady.”  Doyle said in the gentlest of tones, her voice a simple and alluring whisper as Susan’s indigo eyes flashed with satisfaction.

            Doyle stepped right into her body circle, invading her personal space without invitation.  Susan put a commanding hand on her lower back and instantly Doyle’s eyes moved down to her breast, seeing the soft swell of them underneath the leather.  The trace of a smile glimmered on Doyle’s lips, knowing full well she was breaking protocol. 

            “Eyes up, my very well trained one, you know so much better than that.”  Susan said with a smokey voice and Doyle’s impish smile made Susan smile also.

            “You’ve changed.”  Doyle said simply, their hips finding the beat to the music instantly, grinding in a sexual pre dance as a few onlookers gawked and pointed with their heads.  Neither woman noticed, their world was just that, their world at the moment, and both women were accustomed to being stared at.

            “What makes you say that?”  Susan asked with a bit more force than she intended.  Observations like this from Doyle were not often spoken.

            “I just know.  You’re like an old room with a new light fixture.”  Doyle said breathlessly as Susan’s hand moved between them, rubbing Doyle’s silken flesh with the back of her fingers. 

            “Odd analogy.” 

            “Yet an apt one.”  Doyle shot back, begging for a long sensual whipping at Susan’s hands.  Susan stared her down, wondering what was behind those mysterious green eyes that seemed to glow and dance with every spoken word.