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Dawn Covy, Armdale Diplomatic Plaza

“This is your stop, miss.” my chauffeur said as we pulled up to the curb of an impressive columned edifice. I’d read somewhere, a long time ago, that the ancient Greeks used to taper the tops of their columns to make them seem taller, but counting floors up the classically-inspired architecture almost caused me to sprain my neck as I was assisted out of the vehicle.

“Thanks.” I said, then started hobbling away from the curb and towards the building.

“Uh, miss, do you need assistance?” a porter called out, my chauffeur having already closed the door and moved the limo to clear space for the next.

I considered waving him away, but then glanced at the wide steps that led to the main entrance and smiled apologetically. “If you wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all, miss. It’s my pleasure.” he said with a genuine smile, his eyes taking a little longer crawling up from my braced foot than they should have as he enjoyed the view. It was surprisingly flattering to have someone showing open appreciation for me without any influence from the supernatural, even if it was a man. “This way, please.”

“Thanks.” I attempted to just grab his elbow, but the combination of slippery surface and broken bone forced me to latch on for dear life as we ascended the measly trio of platforms.

“Here we are, miss. Can I assist you with anything else? I can escort you into the room itself unless you are waiting for your date?” the porter suggested as he opened the doors and let me into the warm interior.

I took a second to adjust to the bright lights of the expansive entry way, easily forty times the size of my beloved Dove by Day. It was awash with sound and speech; soft trains of music wafting across the quieter edges when conversation lulled. I turned to the porter, deeply worried I was supposed to tip when I had no cash on hand, and managed to mumble something inane before hobbling without dignity into the crowded room. I had no idea where to go, and was looking about for someone I recognized when I heard a familiar sounding voice come from behind me.

“No cane, dear?” the woman said as she snuck an arm under my elbow and helped take the weight off of my foot.

“Thanks. I didn’t think to bring one.” I said sheepishly as she lead me out of the center of the room and towards a bench near the back wall. “Not a great plan in hindsight.”

“No, I wouldn’t imagine.” she said, her eyes bright underneath her golden trestles, her smile young but her eyes lightly hinting at crowfeet. Her age was hard to place, but she looked in the upper thirties or lower forties, and I couldn’t help but feel I knew her from somewhere. “I’m Melissa. Melissa Briggs.”

“Dawn Covy.” I said brightly and smiled as she helped me onto the bench and sat down next to me. I caught her stealing glances at my more exposed leg, the slit running up most of my thigh and showcasing the brace as much as my leg. “First time at one of these things.”

“I can tell.” Melissa said smoothly, no hint of disdain or reproach, merely agreement. “And as the guest of honour no less.”

I nodded enthusiastically, wondering if she recognized my face from somewhere or if it was merely the name. “I’m actually pretty stoked about it. It’s been really good for business and this’ll be a big feather in my cap if I ever try to expand.”

“Your parent’s must be proud of you.” she said idly as she surveyed the crowd, looking for someone while still managing to keep full attention on the conversation.

“I don’t think they know.” I replied carefully and cleared my throat.

“You didn’t tell them?”

“No. I only found out for myself yesterday and they’re on vacation in Canada, so I haven’t found the time to bother them.” I explained, then quickly retreated from my least favourite topic, “Are you looking for someone?”

“Any number of people.” she looked at me with a mirthful smile, something twinkling with amusement in her eye. “You don’t think it would make your parent’s vacation better knowing how well you are doing?”

“No.” I replied flatly then redirected again, “I’m sorry, but you look very familiar. Is there any chance you’ve been into Dove by Day?”

“No, sadly I’ve never been. My daughter and secretary tell me great things about it though. You probably recognize me from People Magazine. They ran a story on me not too long ago.” Melissa Briggs, the richest woman in the mid-west, smiled politely as a mix of emotions raced across my features. “Don’t worry, Dawn, I’m not as scary as the article made me seem.”

“Er... yeah.” I stuttered lamely as realization dawned on me, “I didn’t read it, but I do remember seeing it. Sorry, I didn’t realize—”

“That I’m rich? Dawn, everyone you meet tonight will be rich. This is a meeting for rich people to pat themselves on the back and pretend their opinions matter more than their money. You may be the only honest business person in the room tonight and they barely made any effort to make sure you attended.” Melisa’s smile was replaced by a tired expression, her make up and hair stunningly framing her disappointment as she sighed and absently readjusted the frills of her burgundy gown.

“Mrs. Briggs, I do hope you aren’t trying to demoralize our guest before we even begin.” a stern and commanding voice carried over the din of the crowd as it parted to allow Dimitri’s unadulterated passage. He was dressed in a stark black tuxedo with no colour on his slate-like exterior save the golden cuff links and a single gold watch chain.

“Speaking of dishonest people.” Melissa muttered under her breath as she took to her feet and extended her hand. “Boscone, how pleasant of you to join us. You almost never attend these gatherings. To what do we owe this pleasure?”

“As a chamber member I am allowed to attend any and all functions. Though, as it happens, I am only here to escort Ms. Covy to the banquet.” he said with an imitation of a grin before setting his face back into stone and giving us a shallow bow. “My apologies for the delay, I was surrounded by sycophants and was unable to pry away quickly.”

“No, It’s okay. Mrs. Briggs was keeping me company.” I said quickly, gesturing to the richest woman I would likely ever meet with feigned ease.

“Thank you for your assistance.” Dimitri said with another low bow, then looked down at my leg and raised an eyebrow, “What happened to your foot?”

“I broke it.” I replied. This earned me a snort from Melisa and lowering of the raised eyebrow from Dimitri. He continued to stare at me with impatient grey eyes until I cleared my throat and elaborated, “I tripped over a potted plant and broke a metatarsal.”

Dimitri was quiet for a moment, then shifted his weight slightly to his left foot and turned to gesture to the room around us. “What do you think of the venue?”

I took in the vaulted ceiling, the high windows, and the polished floors, at the same time I watched the men and women in trappings of finery mixing and flowing like water. It was undoubtedly a posh affair and I couldn’t help but feel out of place. “It’s really fancy.” I concluded with a nod.

“It’s a waste of taxes.” Melisa cut in, hardly waiting for me to finish. “It is a waste of time, money, and floor space, and yet for all the inefficiency of it all here I am, here we are, celebrating what should be a check in the mail and a placard to put on your wall.”

“Such pessimism.” Dimitri noted blandly.

“Waste of taxes? Is this run by the city?” I asked, honestly confused, “I thought this was run by a charity organization and local business leaders.”

Melisa scoffed and shook her head, her eyes locked on Dimitri as if daring him to interrupt, “Where do you think the charity gets it’s money? Every one of us here as used this event as a tax-free donation to a respectable 501(c)(6) charity that allows us to party and drink with others of our class and not a single one of us will have to pay a cent in taxes. If I rented this venue and payed for a party like this myself it would generate more taxes than the average family pays in a year.”

“And yet here you are.” Again Dimitri showed no readable expression as he watched Melissa.

“And yet here I am. The queen of hypocrisy. The richest woman in the Midwest and I’m just another spoiled rich jerk who skips out and evades taxes.” Melisa spat caustically, and I realized she must mean more than what was said but I couldn’t pick up from context just what that might be. After a moment of silence, relative to the constant drone of the partying crowd, Melisa looked down on me and then slowly broke into an insincere grin. “Sorry. I’ve been having a bad week.”

“Uh... No! It’s okay.” I replied quickly, my hands up calculatingly. “Mine hasn’t been all that great either.”

“I never come to these things, and I’m only on the council for reasons all my own, yet I’ve been invited along by my daughter’s fiance to fill some odd quota of millionaires.” she said with an apologetic shrug, visibly calming as she started to scan the crowd once more, “I don’t know what she sees in him.”

“You dislike Douval?” Dimitri said as he readjusted his cuff links for the hundredth time and I flinched as I recognized the name.

“Not as such. He’s... charming. But I don’t want my daughter marrying someone who...” Melisa paused mid-thought and looked at Dimitri for a moment before settling her eyes down on me and frowning slightly, “Now that I think of it, you remind me an awful lot of him. Same eyes, I think. Do you know him?”

“You don’t mean Garret, do you?” I asked hesitantly. When she inclined her head I cleared my throat and continued, “Yeah, uh... I met him recently. Oh! I just figured out why I thought I knew you!”

“Oh?”

“Is your daughter—” I started, but was interrupted.

“Dawn! I thought I saw your sexy cerulean style back here.” Liona called out as she pushed her way through the crowd with Garret closely in tow. He was wearing his trademark sunglasses over a sleek grey suit that matched his eyes, or would have if they’d been visible. Liona noticed her mother and Dimitri standing over me, their looks of matched disapproval slowing her down as she greeted them. “Good evening, Mother. How are you, Dimitri?”

“Well.” was the curt reply from Dimitri, who was ignoring Liona in favour of giving a distasteful glance at Garret.

Melisa, for her part, crossed her arms and I had to stop myself from checking to see if her foot was tapping. “Hello, Liona. Nice of you to join us this evening. Garret.” she addressed Garret and tried to keep herself looking disdainful but couldn’t keep the momentary flutter out of her features as she looked at him. It was interesting to see the effect happening to someone else for once.

“Melisa. As much a beauty as ever. Tell me,” Garret said as he stepped forward and snatched her hand to his lips in the cheesiest act I’d seen all week, and that was counting the Kevin Costner movie. “How do you keep so young and vibrant?”

“Garret!” Liona snapped, then laughed awkwardly as she pulled him away from her mother. She flailed for a moment, making the mistake of looking to Dimitri to change the subject before finally looking at me. “So, Dawn! The big night, eh? It must suck to be stuck in a cast when everyone is going to be watching you on stage.”

“I’m sorry, there’s a stage?” I asked, agog. If it wouldn’t have sent me into fits of agony I’d have launched to my feet in protest. Instead I settled for making a vague gesture with my hands. “I can’t go on a stage like this.”

“You have to give a speech.” Garret pointed out with an unnecessarily broad grin. “I’m sure they’ll let you sit down at the podium if you want. I don’t know about you, but I’ll be making a point to record every moment. For posterity, of course.”

“Of course.” I grumbled dryly.

“Either way, it’ll be a fun evening.” Garret said with a calico sigh, then he grinned at Melisa and added, “I’m sure it won’t be the only interesting thing to be happening this evening.”

Dawn Covy, Armdale Diplomatic Plaza

I’d excused myself from the dinner table just as dessert was finishing up to go and make one final check of my make up before I was called up to the stage to make an utterly unprepared and unrehearsed speech. I limped steadily to the narrow hallway that beckoned to me with the little dress-wearing stick figure that united all the women of the world in their need for a moment away from men, to powder their noses, and deal with the unfortunate implications of rich and decadent chocolates. I stood in front of the mirror and whistled a low approval at the decor. The gold leaf around the mirror’s edges, the mahogany panels that covered the walls, and the iridescent faucets made me reluctant to lean on anything for fear of breaking it. Eventually I stopped admiring the restroom’s appearance and looked at my own stunning reflection.

Vanity, the worst enemy of those with power, flooded over me as I wondered what Foley would think of my look. She’d either faint dead away or rip the dress off me and... I shook my head and watched as my brow furrowed. This was a huge night during an insane week and I was thinking of wrongfully taking advantage of my employees. What was wrong with me?

“Mind if I admire the view with you?” a voice suddenly cooed as a blonde walked into the frame of the mirror and laid her hand innocuously around my waist.

“Um... I-I-I kind of do mind, actually.” I sputtered as I turned and tried to pull away only to bump my ass against the lacquered wood that decorated the walls. “Do I know you?”

“Not as well as I wish you did.” she said cryptically, her face slowly forming into a pout as she waited for some reaction that failed to materialize. After a moment she put on a half-smirk half-frown and crossed her arms in front of her as she said, “You don’t remember me.”

“No, sorry.” I tried to smile and play it off, but I’m good enough at pattern recognition to see where this was going.

“Monk’s Blend.” she said as waited for something to show on my features before continuing. “You told me to sit down and poured me a cup of Monk’s Blend. I left you something when I walked out?”

“Monk’s... Oh! I remember you! Call for a good time!” I exclaimed as I remembered her face from the day I’d first gotten my powers. She was the unwitting first victim of my coercion, and I was suddenly flushed with guilt when I remembered how I forced her to sit down and buy something she didn’t want. “God, that feels like ages ago.”

“It’s been four days.” she clipped her words short, then sighed as she leaned against the counter. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to leave that note? I never do things like that and I nearly lost my mind waiting for you to call. I almost got fired because of you, you know that?”

“I... what? I’m so sorry.” I stuttered. “I didn’t mean to... This week has been... I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” she said, then shifted her look to my reflection and bit her lip. After some internal debate reached its conclusion she looked back at the real me and changed her mind. “No, it isn’t fine. That took a lot of courage for me to do and you didn’t even have the decency to call and tell me you weren’t interested.”

“Hey!” I snapped back, annoyed, “I’m sorry, but I don’t owe you anything. I’m not obligated to call you just because you left a note. Besides, my week has been bad enough without people hitting on me all day while I’m trying to get work done.”

“Right, because it is such a burden with all these women throwing themselves at you.” she scoffed, then stepped forward and shoved me against the wall with just enough force that I couldn’t keep my balance on my one good foot. “I bet you just go from bed to bed, slut to slut, without waiting for your fingers to dry off.”

“Ex-fucking-scuse me?”

“You heard me.” she sneered at me, though something in her eyes gave me a flicker of hesitation. Her mouth was set smugly in a sneer but her eyes flashed with a playful fire that set me momentarily aback before I forced myself to glower in return. She leaned in over me, her arm on the wall blocking any chance of escape as she continued, “You just sit around all day waiting for women to rip off their skirts and massage your every need, don’t you? Yeah, that’s what I thought, you slut.”

“Where do you get off saying shit like that to me? " I snarled as I pushed off the wall and got in her face. So enraged was I by this sudden hostility that I didn’t realized the position I’d put myself into until her arm wrapped aggressively against my head and pulled my lips in for a savage embrace. I tried to fight back, completely on the back foot, and only realized what had happened when her free hand circled my waist and grabbed a meaty handful of my ass.

I tried to protest or push away, but between my injured leg and her superior positioning I couldn’t even get my mouth free as she suckled, licked, and bit every inch of my lips. The edges of my vision were tinging with grey when she suddenly pulled on my braid and separated our heads long enough for a quick breath before slamming back in like an ice-breaker searching for the Northwest Passage. Her hands suddenly changed places and I found my legs buckling underneath me as something cold drove through the slit in my dress and found its way to a passage further south.

Kicking feebly with my good leg, I tried to roll free but the unexpected waves of sensation caused me to lose my balance and I began to slide down the wall. I would have fallen over completely if she hadn’t been so quick to take advantage of my distress. Her hands quickly rolled me over and pressed my face against the wooden panels and her body melted against my curves as she held me in place. The hand that had been against my neck was now draped over my shoulder and slid its way inside my dress while its lower companion retained its position and continued to tease and entice me. I moaned something unintelligible as I tried to push away but only managed to grind my ass into her as my excitement built.

Now, at this point I’d imagine I should have been afraid, or maybe I should have still been confused and unfocused, but right then, with my face against the wall and her fingers stirring me into a mess of gasps and moans, I was feeling incredibly competitive. This was an affront to my pride here, and she was going to pay for pissing me off. Waiting for a wave of squirming pleasure to subside I suddenly bucked my ass outwards and followed up with a savage twist on my good leg so that her hand between my leg was pulled smoothly out of my dress. We went down in a heap as our collective weight was suddenly transferred to my injured foot and I nearly yelped in pain as she came down on top of me.

“You bitch!” I snapped as I tried to push her over and get on top. “What is wrong with you?”

Her head suddenly filled my view, an inch from my own as her eyes sparkled with fire and I realized she was getting off on this. Pride wavered for an instant as concern tinged my perception, but I just gritted my teeth and pushed until she was underneath me, my hands on her wrists and my knees on either side of her waist.

“Come on, is that the best you can do, slut?” she goaded, her word choice not at all matching the look of lost heat in her eyes. She punctuated her words by bucking her hips and writhing seductively under my gaze. When I didn’t respond she suddenly surged upwards and her face met mine in another rough kiss.

I pushed back at first, some competitive part of my mind telling me to show her who was the boss here. When reason reasserted itself I tore my head off to the side and tried to push her back down, but this motion gave her the slack she needed to push me down and roll over until she was once again in the dominant position. I growled in frustration as she locked my lips to hears once again and I swear I could feel her giggling through the embrace.

“Let me go!” I snarled as I bucked and pushed against her, our fingers interlaced as she pushed my hands against the cold slate floor tiles.

“Is that what you really want me to do?” she replied in a husky whisper as she brought my wrists together above my head and pinned them with one hand. With the other hand free she lost no time in worming it back down my midriff and through the slit in the side of my dress. A pleased and incredibly smug grin passed her face as I twitched and gasped when she connected once again with my intimate reaches and resumed her torment.

We continued like that for several moments, my heart racing and my face burning as she nibbled at my ears, bit at my lips, and nuzzled at my neck, her hands never giving me another chance to overcome her as I waned towards a pleasurable eclipse. Soon enough I felt something building and even if I’d have tried I doubt I’d have been able to stop it.

I would later learn from Foley that many people get off on what she calls ‘a little bit of slap and tickle’. In hindsight I suppose I could have told her to stop at any time, could have just told her to wander off and forget about me, but once again I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Fortunately, or maybe more accurately; unfortunately, someone chose that exact moment to intervene and ‘rescue’ me from my assailant.

“Dawn, what the hell are you doing?” Liona called out as she stormed across the floor and stamped her foot down beside my head.

I looked up at her, eyes getting a full view of the lacy red thong she’d no doubt chosen on Garret’s preference, and tried to speak only to let out another cringing moan as I began to edge towards my goal. My assailant, it would seem, didn’t care if we had an audience and worked like some kind of sexy terminator, determined to get me off and destroy all hope for mankind. My eyes began to lose focus as I watched Liona bite her lip, check to make sure no one else was at the door, then knelt down right beside my face and reached over to give my breast a squeeze. This oddity hit me sideways and I lost my grip just long enough to fall into an orgasm as the two girls atop me started to giggle in unison.

After a few seconds filled with twitching and moaning I finally got enough control over my limbs to pull my hands free from a loosening grip and slapped at the hand that was still teasing and prodding my sensitive sex. When she stopped I kicked off with my good foot and brought myself to a sitting position while she knelt down on the side of me opposite Liona.

“Were we so boring you had to run off and find yourself another floozy?” Liona teased, “Foley was right, you are insatiable.”

“I am not! She attacked me!” I snapped then pointed at the woman whose fingers I knew better than her name.

“You didn’t tell me to stop.” she retorted innocently, then glared meaningfully at Liona. “What are you doing here?”

“First off, it’s a bathroom. Anyone can walk in when they wanted. Any woman, anyway. Secondly, Dawn’s supposed to be giving a speech and Garret wanted me to make sure she hadn’t run off or broken her other foot to try and get out of it.” Liona replied with an equal level of hostility.

“Oh my god! How long has it been?” I exclaimed then tried to scramble to me feet. The other two girls sighed in time with each other and helped me to my feet when I almost flipped myself over for a face plant onto the tile work. “Did they already call for me?”

“No, turns out the chairman of the committee wanted to recognize all of his friends with as many words as possible before they call for you.” Liona said as she helped straighten my dress while I got my hair back in position. “You are going to need a little fixer up, looking flushed like that. Oh! It just got worse.”

“I can’t believe this keeps happening to me.” I moaned less pleasantly as I tried to hide my face in my hands.

The other woman washed her hands as she smiled almost possessively in my direction and gestured with her chin at Liona. “Is she one of your hubbie’s?” she asked, her tone slightly less than civil.

“No, Carrie, she isn’t.” Liona replied, the sound of her teeth clicking was audible as she ground her jaw before she continued, “Don’t talk about Garret like you know anything about him. Just shut up and go back to being my mother’s little bitch before I have my ‘hubbie’ make it literal.”

Carrie, my assailant, paled considerably as her eyes darted from my face to Liona’s several times, then she set her jaw and turned to walk away with her remaining dignity. I watched her leave, wondering if I should get involved, while Liona finished fussing with my hair.

“You know, Foley would be super pissed with you for doing things like this behind her back.” she said suddenly, and I almost fell over in surprise at her breathless non-sequitur.

“What does this have to do with Foley?” I demanded incredulously before strands of overheard conversation filtered in from my memory’s of that morning. “I... First off she pushed me down and didn’t give me a choice.”

“You always have a choice, Dawn. We may not, but you, Garret, Dimitri and Alania? You guys have a choice for everything you do.” Liona muttered absently, the weight behind her words apparently an afterthought as she got my make-up back to par and then smiled brightly when she was done. “Don’t worry about Carrie. She’s my mother’s secretary, and a bit of a bitch. Not surprised to see she likes it rough, the dyke.”

“I... yeah.” I muttered in response, not sure how I felt about the word dyke these days. “We should... We should probably get back out there.”

“Yeah...” Liona said, her eyes thoughtful for a second before she snatched her hands out and gave my breasts a playful squeeze.

“Hey!” I snapped as I slapped her hands away and crossed my arms to cover myself.

Liona just giggled as she turned and led the way to the restroom’s exit, her eyes bright as she titled her head back and explained herself, “Garret thought that your breasts were bigger than mine.”

“What?” I scrunched up my face as I thought of him checking me out, then hesitated in my step as I realized I hadn’t seen her naked enough to tell for myself. “And?”

“Hmm... You’ll have to find out. Some other day.” she said coyly, unaware of the broad grin she was sporting as she led the way back to our seats.

Normally I didn’t get involved in such rivalries between women, mostly content with my looks, but I did catch myself frowning down at my cleavage as my earlier vanity was called into question.