The “for-service-bell” had rung several times by the time Sam stepped from the work bay into the office to find a young courier holding out a pen and clipboard while looking anxiously at his watch. Sam signed and picked up the package while the courier ran to his truck and burned rubber to get to his next stop.
“Strange,” mused Sam,” I don’t remember ordering any parts this week.” She snapped open her buck’ and sliced open the end of the package, closed her knife against her thigh and then pulled out a videotape and a cream colored envelope. She had seen this paper before…Zenobia…ahhhh yes, the Boss Bitch that they had made the video for. Maybe this was Sam’s copy of the scene? She was a bit disappointed, as she had thought Rhonda would have delivered it personally. Oh well, it was a slow afternoon so she would go to the apartment and spend an hour jerking off to their home-movie.
She set the video on the counter and opened the envelope…she was impressed with the lovely handwriting of the letter…. Anything written by hand was a rarity these days. It seemed that the Domme had loved their scene…that was good…she thought. She read on and gasped “Oh my God! The video is of Jaz!”
Sam grabbed the package and bolted up the stairs to the television and loaded the tape in the VCR. With the remote in hand she sat back in her chair and watched with stunned amazement as Jaz, her boi, danced in the most sensual and sexual way across the stage at the convention. Hell! If she had seen that girl she would have kidnapped her too! Everyone in the audience seemed to be panting after Jaz! Wow! The next part was at the nightclub. The girl moving on stage had long black hair; amazingly, it was Jaz again, in a wig! Such a sexy costume and astounding makeup! Sam was dumbfounded, after all this time fucking and loving that scruffy boi, and then to find out the sexy femme she lets everyone else see…. Sam felt betrayed! She knew that Jaz was just a long-term fuck-buddy, and that she really did not have any right to pry into Jaz’s other life, but damn it all! She suddenly felt left out of the sexiest part of her lover’s life!
No she certainly would not tell Jaz about the video, shit; she didn’t even know Jaz’s phone number or address. And Jaz had not been in the bar all day. Well, she could not expect the kid to show up 24 hours after such an intense scene, but Sam suddenly wanted to be able to at least call her to hear her boy’s voice.
She would go with this Zenobia; it may be her only way to find out Jaz’s work place. Maybe she could get her boi’s phone number and address while she was talking with this mystery woman. Just to be able to make sure the kid was OK from time to time. Sam was becoming extremely curious as to who this tigress was, who had a tough cookie like Jaz running scared.
The week passed and still there was no contact from Jaz. She didn’t show up at the pub either. Sam had given the bartenders her cell phone number and instructions to call if Jaz showed up at any time, night or day… Nothing…. This was actually not unusual behavior for Jaz as she would normally lay low for a couple of weeks after a particularly heavy scene. This had never bothered Sam; in fact, she could not remember ever giving it a second thought before. But now it felt as if her days with Jaz were numbered…. And she was desperate to see that sweet little scruff again! And Zenobia’s words made Sam wonder if she even deserved to see her boi for much longer…