The cell phone’s ring tone told Lorraine that the call came from ‘The Network’. She had
only reported as active yesterday and already an assignment was in the works. That was
lucky, probably.
She picked up a note pad and answered the phone.
“You are to be Senator Raymond Leighton Pacey’s girlfriend,” the voice on the phone
said, “You are twenty five, a law student at Yale and a submissive pain slut. You will go
to Bermuda where you will stay for a week at his wife’s chalet, at her total disposal. He
is handing you over as atonement for his affair with you, which she discovered day before
yesterday. Your share is forty five thousand US dollars. Do you accept the assignment?”
“Yes.”
“Her name is Mona Roberts. The pictures and details will be e-mailed within five
minutes.”
Chameleon turned the computer on; she no longer thought of herself as Lorraine once she
accepted an assignment; from now on, until the assignment was complete she would be
Chameleon; any time she was not Mona Roberts. The pictures were already in her in box. She
studied them carefully, trying to incorporate the young Yale student’s facial expressions
and postures into her own. Additional information on the young girl was in the attached
document. She printed the pictures and the document on her top of the line printer. She
made an appointment with her stylist for the next day; her hair had to be a little longer.
She would not need much makeup. She called her travel agent. Her first class tickets to
Bermuda were already there.
Chameleon shredded the pictures as soon as she finished her hair and makeup sessions.
She kept the documents until she had memorized all of Mona Roberts’ mannerisms and
favourite word expressions. When she walked up to the plane, she was Mona Roberts
The plane landed at Kindley Field. A lovely young brunette walked from her first class
seat to the door of the aircraft not forgetting to thank the flight attendant for a very
pleasant flight. Just before exiting the plane, she clapped her hands in front of her
face, separating them slowly, like the curtains in a theatre.
“Showtime.”
Senator Pacey was easy to recognize. His influence allowed him to wait for her inside
the customs hall. A policeman wearing, of course, Bermuda shorts and a pith helmet waved
her through customs and into his arms.
“Wow! You do look like Mona.”
“I am Mona, Raymond; don’t forget it.”
He accompanied her to the car and sat beside her in the back seat. The chauffeur drove
them out of the airport and over the Causeway. They turned south when they reached the big
island; Lucia’s chalet was in Tucker’s Point Golf Club. The car stopped at the door, the
chauffeur got out and opened the door on her side.
“I cannot go with you any further, Raymond said. Thank you for doing this for me. I
shall pick you up in a week.”
He kissed her on her lips.
“You know I’ll do anything for you Raymond,” Mona replied with a smile.
As soon as she got out, the chauffeur drove off. A black maid, wearing a black and white
uniform opened the door to the house and picked up her carryon bag. She walked in.
“Welcome Madam,” the maid said escorting her into an airy living room. “Mistress will be
with you in a moment.”
She took her luggage away leaving her alone. Chameleon walked around the living room.
The setting sun gave everything an orange undertone that enhanced the warmth of the place.
She glanced at the artwork on the walls realizing that they were original pieces. There
was silver and china scattered on two china cabinets. She touched a lacquer cabinet and
thought it rather inappropriate for the location. ‘The humidity will damage the lacquer
soon’ she thought and smiled. ‘She is trying to show restraint, but cannot keep a bit of
the snob from showing.’
“I wonder what Raymond thinks of it,” she said in a low voice.
“What does he think of what?”
Lucia entered the room like an empress surveying her domains.
“That lacquer piece” Mona said,” it is very beautiful; I bet it hasn’t been there too
long.”
“You are not here to talk about cabinets,” Lucia snorted.
“No madam,” Mona said submissively.
Lucia wore a dark red blouse over a black satin shirt that reached halfway down her
thighs. Black hose and heels seemed rather inappropriate for a subtropical paradise but
not, perhaps, for what impended. Mona wore a mauve sundress that left her shoulders bare,
a white cardigan that lay on the back of a chair where she had deposited it, white hose
and heels and, underneath, matching garter belt, bra and thong.
“Do you know why you are here whore?”
“I am to serve you,” Mona answered, “you can use me; anyway you want, for a week.”
“Is that all?”
Mona cast her eyes down, “You may hurt me... as much as you wish.”
Lucia examined the younger woman, contempt oozing from every pore on her body.
“Turn around, slowly,” she ordered.
Keeping her eyes downcast, Mona slowly spun in place.
“Follow me.”
Mona followed her mistress in silence.
She led her to a room that had no windows. An air conditioner on one of the walls kept
the air chilly. A cot lay on the side of the room and on it was her carry on.
“Strip!”
Mona removed her dress but, before she could remove her brassiere, Lucia ordered her to
stop. She approached the young woman and her fingers caressed the lacy fabric. Mona found
it hard to catch her breath. Lucia misinterpreted the trepidation on the younger woman’s
chest.
Her fingers lightly touched Mona’s breasts above the bra, “So you are my husband’s pain
slut.”
“Yes mistress.”
“I don’t believe you.” She slapped her face, hard.
Mona did not make a sound; she just looked at the floor and answered:
“No mistress.”
“You are not his slut?”
“I am, mistress.”
“What I don’t believe, you little tart,” Lucia said, enunciating her words with care,
“is that you are a submissive pain slut at all.”
Her hand slapped Mona’s face from the other side. Her ears rang from the blow for a few
moments. She remained silent.
“Answer me!”
“Whatever mistress wants.”
“Are you, or are you not a submissive pain slut?”
“I am, mistress.” Mona went down on her knees.
“My husband put you up to this.”
Mona bent lower, and took one of Lucia’s feet in her hands; she kissed the tip of her
shoe.
“He ordered me to come and to serve you mistress.”
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