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Domino Effect, Chapter 17: Destroyed
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When she’d finally had enough of Lara for one day, Marina had retreated
to the privacy of her office. At least it was still hers until Lara
said it wasn’t. Lara had purchased Francesca’s majority share in The
Planet but not Fran’s indifference to how Marina ran it. As long as the
flow of red ink remained below knee level, Francesca had been content
to treat it as though it were Marina’s personal doll house an
expensive game of “let’s pretend I AM somebody” that Francesca
encouraged, for her own ends. Lara insisted on accounting for every
penny. Hence the audit that was taking an eternity.
Lara also lacked Francesca’s pretenses at affection. No. That wasn’t
fair. Francesca had felt affection for Marina. Once. In the beginning,
when passion consumed them day and night, before fading with time and
distance.
Lara showed no signs of feeling affection for anyone. Marina could
hardly believe this was the same woman who had brought such infectious
joy and laughter into their lives. Before Susan rose up to reclaim her,
by any means necessary. In this case, the means involved treachery and
blackmail, not toward Lara but Dana. Sweet Dana, who simply could not
fathom what was happening.
But Lara did. And for love, and maybe guilt, Lara gave herself back to
Susan in return for Dana’s release. No one really knew what happened,
between the day Lara went back and the night they her posse of
friends stormed into Petruccio’s to take her back. Something sinister
had taken over Lara, and Marina wondered what it could have been.
Marina only knew that the woman they half walked, half carried out of
Susan Birch’s club, was broken. And now? She was no less broken, though
she functioned at peak efficiency, her mind quick to grasp a situation
and manipulate it to her ends. But inside? It was as if someone had
reached into her and turned out the lights. What was left was a woman
cold, without soul, without caring.
It made her shudder. Even now, Susan’s hand was on her, in her heart,
her soul, and Lara had become more like Susan than Susan herself.
But then, Marina thought as she twisted the cap off a fresh pint of
Jack Daniels, Susan had her hand on her too. And in her, that once. It
was enough. Enough to fall, enough to crave, enough to make excuses, to
assuage her own guilt.
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Janet and Windrider, finally an update. Love it. Tina should really let go of her Domme statue. Goes reading the next chapter.