Slave Girl Challenge, Part Six by brooksie (brooksie@pacificcoast.net) Two young women fight for the right to serve. "You're beginning to interest me," Katherine said. "Yay!" Angel mouthed the word silently, making a motion with her arms like a cheerleader shaking her pom-poms. "You have no idea how into muscle worship I am. I could do so much for you, your hair, nails, your feet...oh my god, yours are beautiful," she said, looking down at them. "I'd so love to suck your toes and kiss them, and give you a pedicure." Angel's eyes grew wide with excitement and she was talking a mile a minute. "Hold on a sec," Katherine laughed. "I'm not planning on taking you home with me today." "Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. "But I do want to talk with you some more." Angel brightened. She waited while Katherine finished drying off and changing into a sleeveless sundress. Angel was wearing shorts and a little halter. She was really well-endowed for someone with such a small frame, Katherine thought, as they walked across the parking lot. "Oh wow, nice car!" Angel exclaimed, when Katherine led to a red Mercedes "E" class sedan. Katherine ws surprised by Angel's enthusiasm. Younger women usually weren't all that impressed by the subdued, conservative image the 500 projected. "Is it new?" "Fairly. I bought it about a year ago." "Cool. I just got a new car. It's the first brand new car I've ever owned." "What did you buy?" "A PT Cruiser." "Oh, nice. Those look like fun cars." "Yeah, it's the perfect beach car," Angel smiled, "but this," she said, indicating the Mercedes, "is styling." "A friend of mine just got one of these," Angel continued "only his is black." Climbing into the passenger seat, she looked over at Katherine and added, "but I think red is way cooler." Katherine took her to a little beachside cafe. After they ate, Katherine ordered coffee. "Do you drink coffee?" she asked Angel, "do you want something else?" "No, I love coffee. It gets me a bit, uh...excited, but that's ok. I can always go home and get out my toybox." For a second, Katherine stared at at her, uncomprehending. Then, when she realized what Angel had meant by both "excited" and "toybox", she laughed out loud. She was fascinated by how open Angel was about her sexuality. For a while, Katherine let her talk, studying her. "What do you do for a living?" she asked. "Right now, just working in a health food store, but I'm studying to be a personal trainer." "Are you?" "Yep. I've already got some women I've been helping with diet and nutricial at the gym who want me to train them as soon as I get certified. I'll probably still work in the store for a while, but I don't think I'll have to for long." "Don't you like it?" "It's not that. I've learned a lot about vitamins and supplements and stuff, and the people are really nice. But it doesn't pay much. It's been good, though - I got into muscular women by working there." "Really? How did that happen?" "There's a woman who shops there. She's got huge muscles, really hard, like yours. At first, I was so in awe I could hardly talk to her. But I got to know her a bit and one day she flexed her arm for me. I asked if I could touch it and that was it! I nearly messed my panties on the spot." Katherine was in stitches as she listened to Angel describe her deperate urge to get to the bathroom to masturbate once the woman left, and having that urge frustrated by a slow, but agonizingly steady stream of customers entering the store. "Everytime I thought I had a chance, the door opened and someone else came in." Katherine was nearly in tears as Angel comically described the feeling of trying to pay attention to what the customers needed, while her loins were on fire. "They kept coming and I kept not cuming. It sucked." "God, you're hilarious," she said. The conversation continued, with Katherine asking more questions. The waitress refilled their coffee cups and they continued talking. Well mostly Angel talked, while Katherine listened. After a while, she fell silent. "This is strange," she said. "What is?" "This conversation. It's almost like I'm being interviewed." Katherine didn't let on, but she was pleased at Angel's astuteness, for an interview was exactly what had been taking place. Not only had Angel noticed it, but appeared unperturbed at being put in such a position. She didn't seem to question Katherine's right to, or reasons for, conducting such an interview. "And what would you say if I told said you were?" Angel giggled, "I'd say cool! What am I being interviewed for?" Katherine paused, wondering how to proceed. This was new territory to her. Except for Elaine, she'd always been the dominant partner. But the type of relationship she was about to propose to Angel was something altogether different. She drew a deep breath and pressed on. "How much do you know about Goddess culture?" she asked. Interesting, Katherine thought. Why did I assume she knew anything at all? "You mean like dominatrix stuff, whips and all that? I don't know, a bit I guess. I've looked at a few things on the internet," Angel replied. "A lot of those women don't have very good muscle tone. I'd rather look at bodybuilders," she added slyly. "Goddesses and dominatrixes aren't the same thing. Some are also dominatrixes, but that's usually just a business. Goddesses are truly powerful women, who exude something that attracts many people to them in am almost worshipful way. Women that, for various reasons, others are submissive around." Angel cocked her head and drew closer to the table as Katherine continued. "Goddesses can be found in any walk of life and not all women who have this quality are even aware of it. Some get an inkling but don't pursue it to any great extent. But others learn to embrace this aspect of themselves and flourish as powerful, dominant women. Often those women seek the company of other such women, and small subcultures are formed - little communities. Many of them...of us, I should say," Katherine corrected herself, feeeling foolish talking in the third person, "have certain types of relationships with other women. We call them slaves, but they aren't, really. They're free to leave, but as long as they are with us, they exist to serve our needs and obey us at all times." "Mmmmm, I would do that," Angel murmured. Looking Katherine straight in the eye, she offered to prove it. "If you told me to get under the table and suck your pussy, I'd do it, right now." This girl is dying to get her mouth on me, Katherine thought. Recalling what Angel had said about how she got her name, she considered it for the briefest of moments. "The thing is Angel, there's a lot more to these types of relationships than than pleasing a goddess sexually. There are house chores, cooking, cleaning, shopping, laundry, yard work and so on. Often a goddess will have more than one slave. Her main one will be her lover and share her bedroom. This slave is given the most important tasks and is responsible for directing the other slaves by assigning them tasks and making sure all the chores are done." "Do they have jobs too?" "Sometimes yes, sometimes no. It depends on how large a household the goddess runs, and how able she is to support her slaves. It could be any type of situation, from a large household where several slaves live and work full time, to a single slave who doesn't even live with her goddess, but comes over when asked." "Are the slaves always women?" "No, some goddesses keep men as slaves, although the lead ones who are in charge of the others are always women." Katherine saw Angel's nose wrinkle. "You don't have any male slaves, do you?" she asked hesitantly. It's pretty clear they were cut from the same cloth when it comes to men, Katherine thought. "Actually, I don't have any slaves yet. I've been too preocupied with bodybuilding and wrestling." "Wrestling?" Angel exclaimed, "you mean like on TV?" "No," Katherine laughed "definitely not like on TV. I wrestle private clients, men who pay for the pleasure of pitting themselves against me." "Wow! Isn't that, like, dangerous? I mean, what if they get violent? You could get hurt." Katherine did not fail to notice Angel's first thought was for her safety. Another good sign. "That's a possibility, of course, but it's not very likely. These men are submissive. They're looking for the experience of being defeated by a strong, skilled woman." Katherine smiled, "Besides, it's not that easy to overpower me." "You mean you can actually beat them? They're not just letting you win?" The older woman laughed heartily. "Once in a while I have an appointment with someone who has a background in wrestling or judo, or something like that, who makes me work hard for the win. But usually they haven't been training for a long time, whereas I take several classes a week. Plus they're often a fair bit older and not that many are physically stronger than me. The ones that are, aren't stronger by much. Anyway, it's not so much strength that wins wrestling matches." Angel said nothing, so Katherine continued talking. "Besides, I compete in grappling tournaments, which require a whole different level of intensity than a friendly little tussle." She looked straight at Angel and, with a twinkle in her eyes, added "So, I can bring some pretty serious 'game' to the mat if I have to." Angel stared back at her, eyes wide as saucers. "What?" Katherine asked, trying not to crack up at the awestruck expression on Angel's pretty face. "I was just thinking about how mad you were at me, back at the gym. I was already scared enough. If I'd known all this, I'd probably have wet myself." Katherine smiled, but shook her head. "No, you've got it all wrong. If you're going to get beat, you're much better off losing to a skilled fighter. You're way less likely to get hurt by someone who's trained and knows what they're doing." Draining the last of her coffee, Katherine looked at Angel. "I have to get going. Can I give you a ride somewhere?" "My car's back at the gym. You could drop be there, but..." "But?" "Well, it's just that I, uh, thought we would, I mean I was hoping we would be..." "Would be going somewhere private?" Katherine guessed. "Yeah, ok. I mean, whatever. I'd do you right here in the parking lot." Mere moments ago, Katherine was struck by Angel's seeming naivety, now here she was sounding positively leacherous. "You know, if you were a man, I think I might be offended by that comment." Katherine was teasing but Angel, afraid she really had offended her, was already apologizing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be crude. Sometimes I say things out loud I should have just thought. I'm really sorry." "It's ok," Katherine reassured her, "I was only teasing you." "Oh geez, I must really look like an idiot. Really, I'm not dumb, I'm just so nervous." "Why?" "Because you are so..." She didn't finish the sentence, but it mattered not. The question had been rhetorical anyway. Katherine knew full well why Angel was nervous around her. It was that combination of lust and desire, mixed with fear and uncertainty. Quite simply, she had rocked this little chick's world, and she was well aware of it. "It's ok," Katherine said simply, reassuring Angel with a gentle squeeze of her shoulder. They drove back to the gym. Angel pointed out her car and Katherine pulled the Mercedes up behind it. While Angel opened her door and got out, she scribbled something down on the back of a business card. "Here," she said, reaching across the passenger's seat to hand it to Angel. "This is my number, and the date below it is three days after my contest. Call me then, but not before," she said, sternly. "I could come and watch you compete." "Aww, that's sweet of you, but the contest is in Texas." "I don't care. I'd take a couple of days off and fly there. Seeing you, and all those other super-buff women up close - that would rule!" Katherine was impressed. "That is flattering Angel, but I think not. I don't want any distractions and you, I'm afraid, would definitely be a distraction." Angel beamed. If she was to be rejected, that was a good a reason as she could have hoped for. Besides, the contest was only three weeks away. She wouldn't have long to wait. "So call me on that date but no sooner, understand?" Angel nodded. "Actually, here. Let me have that card back." For an awful moment, Angel feared Katherine had changed her mind, but she wrote something else down on it and passed the card back. Angel looked at what she had written. It was a website address. "Are you online?" Katherine asked "Uh-huh." "Have a look at that site then, and there'll be some links to a few others, too." "What is it about?" "I think it will be self-explanatory." "Ok. Well, good luck at the show. I hope you win." "Thanks. Me too, " Katherine grinned, "I'm not going to do this too many more times." She put the car in gear and drove off. Angel stood there, watching the Mercedes tail lights disappear before getting into her own car. Curiousity spurring her on, she had a hard time obeying the speed limits as she drove home. She couldn't wait to get to her computer and log on to the website Katherine had suggested.