Dusty

July 22, 2005

When I got home from work last night, I decided I’d have a nightcap at the local bar. After leisurely drinking a cheap beer in a quiet corner, I left.

Exactly halfway home, I ran into my friend, the S&M receptionist.

"Jamieeee!"

"Dusty!"

I used to run into Dusty in the neighborhood all the time, but a few months ago, she moved to another part of town. I hadn't seen her since. We played catch-up for a few minutes.

"What have you been doing?" I asked.

"Working. I have three jobs now."

"Wow."

The last time we spoke, she told me she'd left her S&M receptionist job, so I was curious about what she was doing instead.

"I'm back at the dungeon," she confessed. "But not as a receptionist. I'm a dominatrix, now."

It was only a matter of time.

"I've been super busy," she continued. "But that's okay. It keeps me out of trouble."

Not many people can claim that a job as a dominatrix keeps them out of trouble, but Dusty is one of them. That's why, when she tried to keep me out late, I had to bow out. "I gotta work tomorrow," I explained.

I hadn't had that excuse for weeks, but it was true.