This is a sequel of sorts to Merry Christmas, Darling. It contains two more chapters, which will be completed shortly. It takes place immediately before season 1. All of the characters belong to Ms. Harris, Mr. Ball, HBO and the universe; they just stopped by to say hi to my brain.

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Pam eyed the water feature in front of her with a raised eyebrow. Small waves lapped over the stone walkway leading to the front door of the mansion. She glanced at the uniformed guard then down at her pink satin stilettos. The water would barely reach the material, but meeting the queen in anything less than pristine condition was unacceptable. She tapped a tapered metal heel against the slate slab in exasperation before walking unhurriedly across the damp stone. Sophie-Anne made every situation more vexing than necessary now that she had begun selling V .

The guard stepped aside and the doors swung open. Normally, the antechamber and dayroom were occupied by a host of vampire servants and human hors d'oeuvres. Tonight, though, the rooms were still and dark, ambient light giving the mansion's interior a twilight hue. The pool trembled with minuscule ripples, chaise lounge squat beside it. A female guard dressed in a black suit, tie and knee high vinyl boots walked down the hallway toward Pam, interrupting the stillness. She was a vampire, blonde hair pulled into a tight French twist. Her eyes were obscured by dark, imposing sunglasses, but Pam remembered from previous visits that they were a deep blue. As she neared, Pam noticed that she wore a tactical earpiece curved around the shell of her right ear.

"Please follow me." She said flatly as she came to a halt. Pam stepped forward into her personal space. She loomed over the guard by at least four inches.

"I'd be delighted, mon coeur," She drawled, "but don't I get a kiss hello? I remember telling you how much I enjoy women in uniform."

The guard's face remained stony as she pressed a finger to the earpiece. "The queen detests waiting."she said, voice clipped. She turned on her heel quickly and started down the hallway. Rolling her eyes, Pam followed suite, walking without enthusiasm or extra speed. Noting a camera mounted on the ceiling, she made sure to throw a bored looking glance in its direction.

"You're in my house, Pamela," The guard recited, finger to earpiece again. Pam jumped slightly, but managed to keep her mask in place, "and I can see everything, so drop the attitude." Pam repressed a smile. Normally, she was one of several audiences on the queen's itinerary. All this attention meant that Sophie-Anne had more personal issues in mind for this evening's meeting. She mentally reviewed all the information she had prepared since being summoned the previous night: bar profits, famous customers, gossip, lists of possible V addicts; interesting tidbits to entertain the demanding monarch. Sometimes Pam thought Sophie-Anne seemed lonely. Although several hundred years her senior, the queen had retained elements of humanity that Pam had never developed, the need to socialize being one of them

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The guard led Pam through a series of hallways on the mansion's second floor. The walls were covered in tapestries. She noted an extraordinary amount of gold glinting in display cases recessed in the dark walls. The house was a study in excess; it made her appreciate Eric's Spartan tastes. Pausing in front of a huge, ornately carved door, the guard lowered her glasses slightly. "She'll see you now." Her eyes were playful even though her mouth maintained its firmness. Gripping the thick, varnished handle, she opened the door and left Pam standing alone to face the queen.

Sophie-Anne sat behind a massive desk. A green banker's light burned a dim circle just large enough to illuminate her ivory face. Several neat stacks of paper occupied the space in front of her capable, manicured hands. Shadows fell over her upper body in triangles cast by jutting collar bones . Her white blazer stood out like a beacon.

"Your Majesty, "Pam purred, bowing formally, "you look like a particularly enticing piece of poetry this evening"

The queen clapped her hands with delight, "Darling, your candor is always welcome when it's complimentary." Keeping her tone light, she directed her next sentence out the open door, "Lisa, you're letting too much light in. Close the door and follow the protocol we discussed earlier this evening." The door closed slowly, leaving Pam in complete darkness. She approached the desk and stood at the outer edge of the lamp's range. The two women eyed each other for a moment before Sophie-Anne broke the silence. "How is business?"

Smiling, Pam replied, "Bustling as ever, Your Majesty. In fact, we may consider expanding."

"Oh really? And what form would that take?"

"Eric would like to add a VIP section for vampires only, branch out into the gourmet realm."

"Eric is a smart business man. Imagine the kind of money humans would pay to be allowed in."

"That's the idea." Her words dripped with barely concealed playfulness.

"Interesting. And how are you faring? I see you've forgone your work wardrobe for something less garish."

"Your Highness knows my personal tastes. I am doing well. As usual, I am plagued by stupid people who I wouldn't feed from if the alternative was a squirrel."

The queen chuckled. "Shall I summon my court?"

"If it's all right with you, I'm content with the present company. Would you like to keep bantering, or are you planning to let me know what you really called me for tonight?"

"That" the queen began, leaning forward, hands flat on the desk, "is what I called you about. Your insubordination."

Pam stood her ground, slightly nervous. The queen was unpredictable, and there were a number of scenarios she could imagine unfolding, the good ones not necessarily outweighing the bad. The queen continued, "Do you realize, Pam, that I have been a queen longer than you have been a vampire? Think about it. I am over four hundred years your senior. I am wealthier than you can imagine, present in some of the great legends of history. I rule over the lives of thousands. What gives you the right to speak to me as if I were another customer at your ridiculous bar?"

Taking a gamble, Pam stepped closer to the desk and leaned across it, mimicking the queen's position."Because, Sophie," she drawled, " I know you like it." There was a moment of tension, the queen's eyes, flickering briefly over Pam's cleavage before meeting her stare.

"I like your strength, Pam" the queen intoned, "but don't get too cocky. I need to ask your advice. You will not mention tonight to anyone and you will be quiet until I finish. "Pam leaned back and crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow in agreement. " As you age, you will no doubt realize that vampires grow in two directions. We become wiser as we grow older, and therefore, we change. We also become extremely loyal to those parts of ourselves that we maintain through the centuries. Your Eric, for example, has held fast to his past, but he has learned the subtleties of many lifetimes and changed his behavior accordingly. He is both more himself and more...flexible than those who are younger than he is." She paused and looked down at her hands, admiring the short, pink nails.

"I'll be quick about this. Here are the facts of my situation. On one hand, I have done something that I can only assume is a side effect of lifetimes of maintaining impeccable emotional control: I have fallen in love. On the other hand, the nature that has governed my life for five hundred years is not a nature that is comfortable with that fact. My history has not prepared me for what has become a central theme in my current life." Several seconds passed. She looked up at Pam expectantly. The other vampire maintained her silence. "Say something." The queen ordered. "I called you here for a reason."

"Your majesty, I don't know what you want me to say. If you want someone to congratulate you, I believe you've called the wrong vampire."

"You idiot. I'm not looking for congratulations."

Pam bristled, "What do you want then? I don't like being lectured and I have no time for vampires who lose control of their emotions. Frankly, I'm disappointed." She turned her back on the queen, but before she could take a step toward the door, Sophie -Anne was standing in front of her, nails digging into her biceps.

She spoke through gritted teeth. "I am vulnerable enough in my personal life at the moment. I am not excited about opening myself up to you. However, you are the only vampire in my Queendom who I trust with this."

"With what, your majesty?"

"Pam, listen to me. I haven't been in this position since I was turned. I will do anything to keep her in my life, but I need someone to help me manage certain…tendencies I have developed." Pam was silent and cocked her head in confusion, " Hadley," the queen continued, her eyes focusing somewhere behind Pam's head, "is a very…traditional woman. As traditional as can be expected, of course, seeing as how she's in love with another woman. Who's a vampire. And a queen. She just…her vulnerability makes me want to…"

"Spit it out." Pam ordered.

"I need to have some control in my life."

"You're in love with a human. You have nothing but control."

"I need…" the queen paused, looking down and snapping her head to the side with disgust. " someone to take control. This" she hissed, her eyes looking sideways at Pam, "is getting to be too much pressure. The financial stress, the V, and now my…situation. Believe me. If I didn't feel so strongly about her, I would have her taken away in the middle of the night to make my life easier. I need someone to bring me down before I go insane from the stress."

Pam was silent, her eyes narrowing at the tiny monarch. The queen's face was half hidden in shadow, but her scowl was still proud. Pam knew exactly how she felt. She had fallen in love herself only once and it had nearly killed her. The queen was wise to request her assistance. Pam was in a unique position, famously loyal and unable to refuse due to Eric's entanglement with the V sales. She had to hand it to Sophie-Anne for maintaining her political savvy while continuing to require nothing but the best. There were other women she could have asked, but Pam knew the queen was unwilling to compromise on quality.
Pam remembered the first time she and the queen had been intimate. She had been young, only fifty. Sophie-Anne had greeted her coolly, and kissed her hand like a gentleman. Pam had been immediately captivated. Physical relationships with women were still new to her then, and Sophie-Anne's polished, aristocratic confidence was something Pam was still developing in herself. The queen had taken her to bed, and shown Pam a glimpse of a lifestyle she had never imagined. Servants knelt next to them and offered pulsing wrists without meeting their eyes. Naked women painted gold responded to the queen's requests with no hesitation. Sophie-Anne's last words to Pam that night had been tender, "It was delightful to meet you, Pamela. I am pleased that Eric created a child whose tastes are so similar to my own." With that, she had smiled and kissed Pam one last time with swollen lips as Pam slipped out the door and back to her maker who had amused himself elsewhere in the palace.

The queen's head snapped sharply to the right as Pam dispassionately backhanded her across the face. Blood flew through the umber shadows from the impact. The queen looked dazed for a moment. She slowly turned her gaze to Pam and took her in as they silently stared each other down. Pam looked disgusted. She was dressed in a clingy black knee length dress with a square neckline. Thick interwoven strands of oblong pink pearls fell to her chest, and her hair curled in soft waves, dark in the dim light. The heels of her shoes were metal, silver in color if not in chemical makeup. A pink glass bracelet hovered on her wrist, and as the queen watched, Pam removed it and placed it on the desk behind her, never glancing away from Sophie-Anne's dark irises.

The queen opened her mouth to speak.

"Shut up." Pam said flatly. "I'm going to tell you exactly what I think of this arrangement, and then we are going to continue. You will not mention tonight to anyone and you will be quiet until I finish." Sophie-Anne snorted incredulously, and immediately felt the impact of another hard slap to her face. "I said shut up." Pam continued, unhurried. "You are an arrogant, whiny, tedious woman, and I am going to help you. You have fallen into the trap I was raised to avoid at all costs, and you need me to get you out. You need me. I am going to give you some temporary relief from your position and in return, you are going to give me a guarantee. If Eric and I need sanctuary, you are going to provide it. You will not question us and you will not betray us. Your home will be our safe harbor. I will only ask that you do this once. If you agree, nod your head."

The queen nodded slowly, wondering what she didn't know about her sheriff. Before she had the opportunity to ponder it, she found herself lifted and unceremoniously dumped into the high backed chair that sat like a black leather obelisk behind her desk. Pam was on her in a second, straddling her thighs as her dress rode up to accommodate her position. "I could overpower you at any time, you know," the queen taunted. "This is just an exercise." Pam smiled at her sweetly and leaned in close to the queen's ear, stroking her legs with the toes of her expensive shoes.
"This is no such thing" she whispered, gripping the arms of the chair tightly and propelling her heels backwards onto the top of the queen's feet. Sophie-Anne shrieked as the silver tips caused her skin to boil, trapping her to the floor. Pam quickly stood on her tip toes to raise the metal from the queen's flesh. Settling herself back onto Sophie-Anne's lap, she eyed the queen triumphantly.

"Where is your human now?" she asked.

"I sent her away for the evening. Do this."

"Relax, your majesty. I have no interest in her. I want to see you raw. When I'm done with you, I want to see a stronger Sophie. The woman I serve would never come crawling to one of her subjects the way you came to me tonight. You're pathetic. You don't deserve to be dressed as a queen when you act like a child." Pam grabbed the queen's red curls with one hand, pulling her head back against the leather. The pale skin of Sophie-Anne's throat pulsed above the golden chains that hung from her neck to her cleavage. With her other hand, Pam deftly flicked open the clasp, removing the jewelry. She let it drop to the floor with a clatter. The queen scowled up at the ceiling as the hand in her hair tightened. She felt the buttons on her vest pop open one at a time until she felt the soft touch of Pam's hand sliding up under her silk camisole.

"Do you remember when wearing something this mannish was out of line, Sophie? Your suits must have been such a novelty back then. Is this how you charmed all the girls? How did you do it when you were turned? Were you a lady or did you play the gentleman?"

"I have always been a lady" the queen snarled.

"Bullshit." And the silver circles burned into the delicate skin on her feet once again. "I know you. You're a ruthless competitor. How did you turn into the pathetic creature you are right now?"

"Fuck you!" the queen snarled, throwing Pam off her with a lightning quick shove to the stomach. Pam held fast to the queen's hair, dragging her out of the chair along with her. They crashed to the floor, grappling. Pam kicked mercilessly, the white linen of the queen's pants tearing as the heels drove into her ivory calves, searing away strips of skin. The queen howled in pain as Pam used the opportunity to climb onto her back, pinning her hands to the floor like a prisoner.

The two women lay there face down, Pam covering the queen like a predator mauling its prey. If they had required air, they would have breathed heavily, but as it was, their only movement was the twitch of tense muscles. Sophie-Anne spoke, her voice muffled by the rug beneath her. " I didn't want it to come to this. My bastard maker warned me about losing control to my emotions. I know what will happen, Pam. She' either going to leave me, kill me or be murdered to hurt me. These things don't end well. It's all I can think about." Her voice trailed off and her body relaxed, defeated.

The queen lay there for a moment, cursing the decision to share her personal business. She had wanted to be dominated, not humiliated. Pam's silence filled her with shame. She gritted her teeth against the waves of regret that started to build within her. Hadley would have held her, consoled her, throwing childish platitudes at Sophie-Anne's intricate problems. She longed for the tenderness of her human companion, but seeing the look of worship in Hadley's eyes lately reminded her of work. She was just so tired.

Gently, so gently that the queen thought it might be a breeze, she felt her hair being brushed aside. Pam bent her head down and placed her lips on the nape of the other woman's neck. She held them there, unmoving, in a chaste kiss. "Would you like me to help you relax?" Pam asked "Is that what you really need?"

The queen hesitated. "Yes." She breathed.

"Very well," Pam stated, softly smiling against the queen's skin.

She began moving her mouth along Sophie-Anne's neck slowly, breathing in the scent of her : lilacs, citrus and the faint metallic scent of blood. The queen smelled like 1938, expensive, wind blowing along a California cliff. Pam's dress slid smoothly against the queen's body as her fingers trailed up the monarch's arms, lulling her. Gently, Pam maneuvered the queen onto her back and sat over her once again, straddling her hips. Reaching behind her, she removed her shoes and tossed them aside. Glancing at the ruined pants, Pam was glad to see that the skin was mostly healed already. Pam looked into Sophie-Anne's eyes with a small smile. For all their current venom, they had always shared an underlying understanding, an affection born of pride and impeccable taste. The queen met her eyes dejectedly, frowning. Pam kissed the corner of her mouth, noting that the scowl remained. She twisted one hand in Sophie-Anne's auburn hair as she kissed along the royal jawline, up to her ear and slowly began licking the queen's neck, letting her full lips drag across pale skin. The queen tensed, arching almost imperceptibly in Pam's direction. Pam grasped the red curls tighter as her other hand moved up Sophie-Anne's ribcage, sliding under her flimsy camisole, thumb slowly moving back and forth over her ribs. She undulated slowly against the smaller woman's body, and the queen grabbed her thighs , forcing her closer.

Pam jerked forward at the cool touch. Her dress rode up, and the tight grip on her bare skin caused her to moan softly into the other woman's throat. Pam's fangs slid out, and she looked up, meeting Sophie-Anne's eyes. The queen's irises were dark, and her fangs protruded over red lips. It was easy to lean up and meet her mouth, fangs clicking together as they dropped all pretenses and began touching each other with purpose. The queen pressed herself up into Pam's body as Pam ground herself onto Sophie-Anne's pelvis, their hipbones meeting with a painful pleasure. Quicker than the eye could follow, Pam removed the queen's filmy top, leaving her in torn white pants and a black lace bra that pushed her breasts together, pink nipples peeking over the top. Pam paused above the queen, admiring her for a moment. Then, without a word, she divested her of her pants with the same speed. Eying the matching black lace undergarments the queen sported below, Pam smirked.

The queen smiled back." Do you remember what I did to you the first night we met?"

"Yes." Pam exhaled, eyes heavy with memory. She got up slowly, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to her feet. She crawled over the queen, breasts spilling out of a shimmering, champagne colored satin bra. "I'm going to take my time with you tonight." she whispered against Sophie-Anne's red lips.

They kissed deeply, hair and skin tangled as their bodies made full contact. Pam looked down at their breasts crushed together before looking up at the queen. "We look hot" Sophie-Anne confirmed seriously, raising her head to admire their combined cleavage. Pam grinned at Sophie-Anne's choice of words and licked down the queen's sensitive throat to pepper the tops of her breasts with kisses. Trailing her fangs over the swell of her left breast, Pam bit down lightly, pinprick nips drawing slow beads of blood. She kneaded Sophie-Anne through her bra, pinching her nipples as she licked the wounds. The queen leaned her head back and hummed softly as Pam bit her nipple lightly through the fabric. Pam ran her hand up and down Sophie-Anne's side, tracing her hip and grabbing on tightly, thrusting a thigh between the other vampire's legs possessively. The queen pressed closer, but Pam kept things slow, drawing straps off Sophie-Anne's shoulders and exposing her breasts to her insistent mouth.

The queen arched her body, tangling her fingers in Pam's long blonde hair. Pam grabbed her hands and pinned them to the floor, licking the underside of her breast before thrusting her body into the other vampire's and rubbing her thigh roughly over her sex. Sophie-Anne wiggled underneath her but did not break free. Pam repeated the motion and the queen moaned. Pam straddled Sophie-Anne's thigh, and lowered her body down so that the queen could feel how wet she was, jerking Sophie-Anne's other leg up so that it wrapped around her waist. Their mouths met in a frenzy as they rocked against each other. Pam ran her free hand over the Queen's breasts, alternating between them, squeezing, kneading and pinching her nipples until Sophie-Anne began gasping into her mouth in time with her ministrations. "More" she breathed. Pam pulled back. "I told you I was going to take my time, didn't I? Don't rush. In fact, why don't you stand up?"

The Queen looked confused, but stood up slowly, warily eying the blonde vampire in front of her. Pam reached forward, quickly unclasping her disheveled bra. "Lovely" she muttered, raking her eyes over the petite body. The Queen's breasts were pale and round, her nipples hard and pink. Her auburn hair fell in sloppy waves around her face as she took in Pam's body with an equally enthusiastic stare. Pam stalked forward and laid a hand on Sophie-Anne's chest, forcing her to step backward. Quick as lightning, Pam spun her around and bent her over the desk, palms flat on the dark wood surface. Pam undid her own bra and draped herself over the other vampire, brushing her hard nipples over her lover's back as she kissed a trail to the edge of Sophie-Anne's black lace underwear. She ran her tongue along the fabric, grabbing her hips tightly as she knelt down and kneaded the queen's ass, biting the crease where lace and thigh came together. The queen shivered, trapped between cool wood and cool skin. Pam slowly pulled the fabric down the queen's legs, breathing in the aroma of Sophie-Anne's arousal. Standing back up, she kicked the other woman's legs apart so that she was exposed, pelvis pressed into the edge of the desk, underwear stretched between her ankles.

Pam ran her hands over the queen's ass, squeezing and trailing her nails over the rounded flesh. She slid her own underwear off and tossed them aside, grabbing the queen's hips and pulling her back so that Sophie-Anne's ass pressed firmly against her naked pelvis. Pam thrust her hips forward, relishing the contact. She reached her right hand into the queen's hair and pulled, forcing Sophie-Anne's head backwards so that she was completely on display. Pam found herself uncharacteristically moved by the sight. Tightening her hold on the other woman's hair, she tugged, watching the queen's graceful throat bend painfully, her fingers kneading the unyielding wood like a cat. "You are quite beautiful, your majesty" she whispered, running her hand softly up and down the curve of Sophie-Anne's back.

Pulling The Queen's hips from the desk, Pam slid her palm around to tease her, cupping her lightly and raking her fingers over the short curls. Pressing her middle finger between the queen's lips, Pam purred, loving the wetness she found. Sophie-Anne, groaned, her head still pulled back in submission. She shifted against Pam's hand, and Pam traced the geography languidly, relishing the involuntary shudders she produced when she skimmed around the queen's hard clit.

Sophie-Anne's eyes were closed. Her hands grasped the desk below with white knuckles. She bit her bottom lip and hissed. Pam rubbed small circles and watched mesmerized as the queen's expression turned pained and she dug her nails into the wood, creating tiny indentations. The soft red hair flowed thick and wild as tropical vines in Pam's grip. Pam couldn't keep her eyes off the other woman's lips as they curled into nameless expressions and formed words and sounds Pam couldn't decipher. In a heartbeat, they were face to face, both Pam's hands buried in Sophie-Anne's curls as she crushed their mouths together desperately. They both drew blood, their kisses growing warmer and wetter with each puncture. As Pam swallowed the queen's blood, she savored the sweetness. She tasted like fruit; crisp, tart and effervescent. Pam lifted the queen and moved quickly to the chair, lowering her onto the dark leather. She kissed down her body, lightly biting Sophie-Anne's nipples, belly button and hip bones before she knelt down and inhaled deeply, the other vampire's legs draped over her shoulders.

Pam nuzzled The Queen's thighs briefly before licking the seam of her lips, slowly running her tongue up and down, coaxing her open. She moaned softly as she was met with another flavor, slick wetness coating her tongue even as she lapped it up with broad strokes. She inserted two fingers and smiled around the queen's clit as she heard a strangled sob. Her tongue moved quickly, vibrating unnaturally fast against the wet skin as she kept her fingers slow and deliberate. Sophie-Anne shook, her thighs clenching around Pam's head as her hips surged forward involuntarily. The queen's hands alternately stroked Pam's scalp and pulled her hair as she circled closer to orgasm. Pam added a third finger and thrust deeply, pushing up hard against the other vampire's G spot. She glanced up and was pleased to see that Sophie-Anne was staring at her with a focus that straddled predation and hypnosis. Pam began to piston her fingers and the queen's eyes slammed shut. Her cry was absorbed in the warm, heavy shadows of the dark room.

Sprawled on the chair in the dim light, hair glowing, Sophie-Anne watched Pam's reaction. The blonde vampire withdrew her fingers and licked them clean, staring the queen down as she did so. She regarded the monarch with a cocked head as she stood up, hands crossed under her breasts. Sophie-Anne felt suddenly vulnerable. Pam's earlier admonishment had been part of her domination, but it rang true; the queen had spiraled out of control and found herself wondering if this had been the correct way to get back on track. They scrutinized each other tensely before Sophie-Anne came to a silent decision. Beckoning to Pam,she sat up straight."Come sit." The younger vampire approached and stood between the queen's open legs. Sophie-Anne reached out and grasped Pam's hips, easing her down until they sat face to face, skin against skin. The queen cradled Pam's face in her hands and kissed her. "You are a loyal and exceptional subject" she praised.

"Is that what I am?" Pam responded, eyebrow raised skeptically. "I wasn't aware that your subjects were required to placate you with sexual favors"

"As I said earlier, " Sophie-Anne continued seriously, "none of this will be repeated after tonight."

"That's not what you said." Pam replied, trailing her hands over the exposed skin in front of her, "You said that we would not mention tonight to anyone. I was under the impression that this was something you wanted to repeat."

"Oh." Sophie-Anne replied with understanding, immediately regretting her monosyllabic response.

Pam smirked down, toying with the queen's nipples. "Oh." she mocked, twisting lightly. " Because as happy as I am to help with your situation should the need arise again, I see right through your loyal subject bullshit and expect you to return the favor." She kissed the corner of the queen's mouth lightly and placed her hands on either side of Sophie-Anne's face. Looking into her eyes intently, Pam became serious. " You are an excellent ruler for the most part. I am proud to serve you. This will all pass." She kissed the Queen's forehead and climbed out of the chair. Sophie-Anne watched as Pam dressed quickly, admiring the lines of muscles that disappeared under her dress.

"Remember what I said about keeping this between us or there will be consequences " Sophie-Anne warned as Pam approached the door, her regal air slowly returning.

"Of course, " Pam replied, reaching for the handle. She gazed at the queen, lolling nakedly behind the desk, completely at ease with herself. The green lamp glowed, and Pam's sensitive eyes picked up every shade of cream, pink, auburn and blue that Sophie-Anne's body had to offer. In the blink of an eye, Pam stood in front of her again and they shared a final lingering kiss goodbye. "Hadley is a lucky woman." Pam murmured, "She doesn't know that she holds us all in her hands." She walked out the door without a backward glance, leaving Sophie-Anne alone to her thoughts.

Pam sniffed the air and smiled. She set off down the winding hallways and soon found Lisa the bodyguard standing stiffly against a wall. "Hello sweetheart," she crooned, " it looks to me like you might be in need of a break."

"I can't abandon my post, " came the mischievous reply, " but I could probably pencil you in if you want to stick around." Lisa beckoned, and Pam quickly found herself pushed against the wall, hands trapped above her head as Lisa trailed her lips along her throat. Glancing up, Pam stared straight into the lens of a security camera, noting with satisfaction that it made almost inaudible whirring noises as it zoomed in. Pam kept her eyes glued to the machine as she was fucked against the wall. She kept her eyes open when she came.