Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld (21 page)

“I understand if I overstepped My place, Sir.”

I wasn’t up to eating at the moment. I was more concerned about my less than honorable actions a few minutes earlier.

“Kid, I think if You trust Your instincts, You would have pretty much figured I’m not upset about You standing Your ground and stepping into the fray between Osiris and Seti. The silence You heard was the admiration of someone growing up.” Amenhotep smiled, sitting down in a chair within a side room not far from the dining room.

“But, Sir, I am not a member of the Order. It was not My place to interfere,” I protested, almost feeling like I was begging to be punished for a crime I knew I’d committed. “There’s no way I should have been allowed, Sir.”

“I believe Seti would have been more than happy to agree with You. Hell, He was set on nearly reminding You of that fact. And yet, it was You who had the strength of will and conviction, and the foresight to write the clause into the bylaws, for just such an occasion,” Amenhotep reminded me. “Those two sons of bitches are coming to some sort of accord, thanks to You. I don’t think they’re going to worry about the bylaws of the Order now, especially when what Osiris said was correct, for the most part.”

“You mean, Seti would have been censured and removed?” I queried.

“Yes, but because the events they had spoken of occurred beyond the calendar year statute of limitations for any egregious acts, the only thing Osiris accomplished was to help bring focus to and provide You the opening to lower the boom on Seti.”

“Wait a minute; Seti had to know about that part of the clause in the bylaws,” I countered, trying to collect my thoughts. Something didn’t sound right. “I thought He was the one who was a stickler for the rules.”

“Seti is not as thorough as He would lead You to believe, kid,” Amenhotep said. “In fact, if He had been, this would have been resolved eons ago. He chose to forget about the minute details in favor of keeping his grudge. He’d been pissed for so long, He’d forgotten to check the bylaws to make sure He was still in the right.”

“So, what happens now, Sir, do I just simply act like nothing has happened, or what?”

“I don’t know about You, youngster, but I am going to enjoy My dinner, since the girls have so lovingly prepared things for our arrival,” Amenhotep told me. He winked, giving me the clue that He was going to enjoy the rest of His evening, with or without me.

“All right, Sir, I’ll put whatever thoughts I have out of My mind and worry about it another time. For now, there is some celebrating that must be done.”

I honestly still felt I’d done something wrong, but it was no longer for me to judge. Besides, I didn’t have the benefit of reading and understanding the bylaws within the Society, so I couldn’t say for certain if I did or did not act in error. I did act righteously as Head of Council, however, but I felt like I’d copped out.

That’s a guilt trip for another day.

One thing was for certain: this was going to be one celebration and grand reopening that would be remembered for a long time.

TWENTY-THREE
SAJIRA

“Wow! I hardly recognize the place.”

I laughed at the reactions of the contingent that was with me to tour the grounds. Sinsual, Blaze, Ethereal, the bois, shamise and sajira, all took in the splendor that millions of dollars took care of and cultivated. Once Ramesses was done with the drama that had happened earlier, it gave me the opportunity to show the place off in my own way. He was more interested in showing off the nuts-and-bolts, but we women are a bit more nuanced when it comes to really showing off a place.

I admit, though, if I wasn’t with my Beloved during the final phases of construction, I would have reacted the same way they did.

Simply put, NEBU looked
nothing
like the old Palace grounds.

Outside of the main building, the acreage had been put to its full potential. Every possible area and corner had been meticulously landscaped to give the patrons an experience like any other. They marveled at the cobblestone walkways that separated the houses. Instead of electrical lamps, glass-blown oil lamps adorned the walkways, adding to the ambiance. It was quiet and intimate, despite the size of the property and the number of houses on the grounds. Amenhotep and Ramesses had broken the bank to transform this place. Why He hadn’t done this in the first place I’d never understand.

“This place looks like we’re in another world,” Sin mentioned as she looked at yet another house we walked past, taking us deeper into the edges of the property. “When Your husband wants to do it big…I’m still in awe.”

“Are You sure we’re still in Atlanta?” Blaze asked. “The way this is set up, you would think we took a trip out of the country or something.”

“Ladies, all I can say is enjoy it while it lasts,” I remarked. While the extra properties added some significant value to the land, it was going to take some creative marketing to keep this place solvent. Call it the accountant in me, but it still took money to make money. “I know they have big plans for the times and days that we aren’t operating on the weekends. It’s going to be busy, and if you want to still be on the ground floor with this, it’s going to take some effort.”

“Well, once word gets out about this place, a lot of the other dungeon owners are gonna be really worried and ready to throw some shade on this place,” Sin stated. “I hope it does last, but I’m going to enjoy Myself tonight.”

“I’m sure they will try, but knowing Ramesses, He loves getting ahead of drama,” Ethereal said. She continued to enjoy the interior design of the houses. “Have they figured out the pricing to work things out for folks that might not exactly ‘afford’ this place?”

“According to Amenhotep, He wanted to make sure that no one had to take out any personal loans to enjoy things,” I explained. “But I have a feeling there will be other ways this place will make money. I know My husband too well.”

“What I wanna know is whether or not we will get a chance to do something special. You think, like something for the Dominas. Maybe a conference type of set-up?” Blaze asked. I saw the other ladies’ eyes light up, and it sparked an idea inside my mind.

“Goddess, if i may suggest something?” shamise waited for my nod before continuing with her thought. “i believe a pseudo-Samois conference would be a very good idea. It hasn’t really been done, at least on the scale that we could pull off. With Your permission, allow us to put the construct together for proposal? There would be a catch, though, my Goddess.”

“And what would that be, baby girl?”

“None of the Dominant men, even the ones on Council, would be allowed to enter the grounds for the entire conference. That would include Daddy, too. NEBU would be run entirely by the Dominas on Council, with the submissive males primarily taking on the manual labor responsibilities of the compound. Of course, since sajira and i are two of the few submissive women who serve Dominas, we would be at Your collective disposal in the manner You see fit.”

For the first time in a long time, not one of the Dominas in attendance, including me, could say a word. We were all speechless.

Sin finally broke the silence and conveyed the sentiment for the group. “So, when do we start?”

TWENTY-FOUR
SAJIRA

Playing with my sis is always fun, but we were supposed to be working.

Watching Daddy handle things earlier at NEBU was the aphrodisiac we needed to work through these calls and put a little extra sexy on them. I was actually looking forward to tonight, if for nothing else than to take this sexual energy we couldn’t unleash on our Dominants and put it to some interesting use.

Work wasn’t supposed to be this much fun, but I’d be damned if I was going to say it wasn’t getting me horny as hell, either.

The calls were coming hot and heavy most of the night, and the calls that would have normally bored the hell out of me were enhanced by shamise fingering my pussy during the calls, bringing me to the edge so many times I’d lost count. It obviously was working on the customers who were on the listening end of our interludes. My coos and playful moans delighted the age play fetishists who always annoyed me before, and my primal screams delighted the wannabe sadists who fantasized about doing all of these nasty, grimy, depraved, and painful things to me.

If they only knew we knelt to real sadists.

Each call that came in got her going even more, which raised the temperature in the bedroom higher. I racked up the minutes and the time kept flying by. shamise moved between my legs, kissing
me during calls and between calls, licking and rubbing my clit, keeping me in a perpetual state of arousal to the point where she was going to get raped if I didn’t get relief after I got off work.

Yes, I knew I was supposed to be training her on how to take calls, and I was able to turn the tables for an hour while she fumbled through calls, losing her concentration every time I nibbled on her neck or sucked on her nipples. To watch her squirm and listen to the men get off on her voice was fun and a complete turn-on.

The only downer on the evening was she was still healing from the piercing from a couple of weeks ago, which meant no matter how turned on she was, she couldn’t play with her clit until the piercing healed completely.

“Damn, sis, i didn’t realize this was so difficult,” she said to me during a ten-minute break while we cleaned up a little bit to start another shift. “i didn’t think it was that hard. i’m surprised Daddy didn’t make us take up exotic dancing.”

That thought made me giggle and shiver at the same time. What shamise didn’t realize was Ramesses commanded me to bring to him three different options to help with my slut training: exotic dancing and private escorting were the other two options he had to choose for me. In his mercy, he chose the phone sex operator option, thinking it would be the easiest way for the slut training to begin.

Notice that I said
begin
.

But he left the door open to possibly make us into private escorts after the phone sex operator option began to wear thin.

I suspected he was beginning to notice the job was wearing thin on me. Neferterri would have us work at
Liquid
to continue our training if we gave any indication the phone sex thing was beginning to get boring. But they also gave us a six-week window where things would change up, whether we wanted them to or not.

I was nearing the end of the six-week period.

Having shamise starting, at least in my mind, gave me a few more weeks to worry about the next level in my slut training. But I knew the next level was coming, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it.

Not that I wanted to, mind you. In fact, I was starting to look forward to it in ways I hadn’t quite put into real words just yet.

“So, when do we get to hear from your ‘Dominant’?” shamise teased, referring to the one call I had yet to get tonight. “i was kinda looking forward to seeing what this dude is about.”

“It’s touch and go sometimes with him,” I had to explain to her. “i usually hear from him, but sometimes he tries to keep me off balance. At first, it was cute, just another fan. But now, it’s bordering on the edge of both repulsion and sheer attraction.”