"Honey I'm Home!" I sang as I kicked the door closed with my heel. My eyes scanned the room as I plopped my keys into the dish by the door, Cara's head was bearly visible under the mountain of blankets she had covering her on the couch.

"Where have you been?" She mumbled over a piece of what I presumed was popcorn. I wiggled my eyes brows mischievously as I bent slightly and pounced on top of her. She squealed like she used to when we were kids at a sleepover. "Are you insane? Get off!" She squeaked from under her blanket horde.

"Oh you are no fun," I huffed scooting off of her to the other side of the couch. "Here I was, thinking you would be so happy for me, now that I have a job again..." I said in a fake lazy tone looking at my nails in mock boredom. 

Cara shifted beside me popping out of her hidey-hole, "What?! About time, I was getting desperate. We were going to have to start stripping soon or something."

I smirked side-eyeing her.

"No stripping necessary...but don't get too excited. I am responsible to make my own money." I sighed rubbing the back of my neck.

"Oh god, should I even ask?" Her voice was dripping with snark. I elbowed her side as I rolled my eyes at her.

"You are looking at the only employed Dominatrix of Sin." I puffed my chest a little shimmying slowly. Her eyes were saucers.

"MY LITTE MAEVE IS WHAT?!" Her pitch was going to deafen me. I rubbed at my temples as pressure began to build.

"Can you speak normally?" I threw her daggers, "As I said, Emory made it clear I only get paid if I have clients. Cara, I have no fucking clue how to do that." 

A wicked grin spread across her lips. "Easy we make you a finsta girl! Dedicated to your newly found bad bitch."

I groaned out loud at the thought and she was bounding off the couch at speeds I didn't think she was capable of. She turned and grabbed my hands.

"Come on Maeve, this requires some thirsty pics in some of those new outfits you got." She winked at me, continuing to pull me towards my bedroom as I protested. 

******

"Who is Emory?" Cara's voice was muffled through my closet door as I changed. I was currently struggling to clasp the bra hooks.

"The owner, you remember the bartender from last night?" I spoke through gritted teeth finally clasping the last hook. The suit currently adorning my body was so tight I could practically taste the leather. I stepped out of the closet rubbing my arm nervously. Cara was biting her lip flipping through her phone settings, her eyes finally drifted up to me and her jaw dropped.

"Damnnnnnn, ok you aren't playing around," her eyes grazed up and down my body slowly as if a hot tongue was running up my length, perking the hunger always lying just underneath. "I would ask if I could borrow that outfit but I doubt we are anywhere near the same size anymore." She expressed sucking her teeth in response. I rolled my eyes, sauntering over to her.

"Can we get this photoshoot over with?" I couldn't help my annoyed tone, pictures were never my thing. 

Cara dove headfirst into ordering me around and posing me all over the house. It would have been a turn-on had I not been annoyed. Two hours and five outfits later Cara grinned seemingly satisfied. It felt like a Julia Roberts Pretty Woman montage gone slutty. I flopped onto my bed, unlacing my corset so I could actually breathe again. My stomach replying with an angry growl; I rubbed it with my fingertips absently.

"Maybe she will let us eat someday," I spoke down to my gurgling stomach causing Cara to elbow my side harshly and I hissed in pain.

"Shut up. I had to make sure these were perfect. Throw on some filters, create an account and wa-lah you have a new finsta," Cara pursed her lips thoughtfully. "What is your Dom name going to be?" I shrugged and her eyes widened. "Are you serious? You are not giving your real name! Hmm....let me think...Scarlet?"

I scrunched my nose.

"Ok, what about Buffy?" She inquired rolling onto her back next to me. I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Call me the vampire slayer..." It took a moment and we were bursting into side-splitting laughter. She slapped me playfully then she turned to me wide-eyed.

"What about Venus? Come on Maeve goddess of sexual power?! Hello!!" I couldn't help but return her infectious grin.

"I mean when you say it like that... Venus Dom of your penis.....or anus if you're really naughty."

Our laughter turned to howls and tears streamed down both of our faces before Cara sobered back up getting serious.

"Time for the first post of your new identity..."What are your sins? Come to the new devil in town and tell me all your dirty little secrets. Venus is taking over Sins club and I am looking for some new victims."...Don't say it is too much, I am already posting it." Cara put one dainty finger to my pouted lips before she pressed the send button sealing my new fate.

I groaned and buried my face into my pillow, I wasn't about to let Cara know how excited this all made me. My stomach made another inhuman growl, sounding like an alien was about to pop out at any second.

"Can we go out to Grub N' Stuff? I am craving a juicy burger," I pouted shaking Cara's arm lightly "I think I deserve a little celebration."

She rolled her eyes and shimmied off my bed. "Fine, but there is a one milkshake policy, I know you and if I am paying you'll suck down more milkshakes than you have souls."

I barked a sharp laugh and nodded my head in agreement as I made my way to the closet to throw on something more publically acceptable.

****

We slid into the same booth in the back and looked over the menu. My stomach growled again as I glanced over the pages, but we both knew I was a creature of habit and almost always ordered the same damn thing.

"Hello, what can I get started for ya?" 

My eyes snapped up as I recognized the voice, it was the same waiter I had been making my meal in the bathroom. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks and my hunger grew, not just for food. He looked up from his pad, his brown eyes widening once we recognized me. There were light purple circles under his eyes, he appeared less animated than he was at our last encounter.

"I will have the onion rings, monz sticks, and some grilled chicken strips." Cara's voice rolled out lazily as her finger drifted over the menu. The tension between the waiter and I went unnoticed.

"And you?" His voice was tight as his eyes met mine again. A seductive smile spread across my face as my stomach flipped again.

"I will have a large chocolate shake, large fry, and a double bacon burger...rare please." My voice was sultry causing Cara's eyes to fall on me. I licked my lips remembering how he tasted the other day. Cara coughed and broke the trance, as soon as she did the waiter spun around and hightailed it to the kitchen. She looked at me pointedly.

"Um, what the fuck was that Maeve?" Her brow arching in my direction. I bit my lip nervously, rustling around in my bag for a Bonbon to suck on.

"That was the waiter..." Her brows furrowed in confusion then it dawned on her.

"Wait this is the place? You decided to feed at our regular eating out stop...are you nuts?" Her voice was a harsh whisper getting more frantic as she scolded me. I felt the heat return to my cheeks, my face blazing.

"It's not like I wanted to Cara!" I whispered harshly back biting my tongue, "I am still trying to control what is happening to me."

Cara grabbed my hands reflexively, trying to soothe me as her features softened.

"I know babe, I am sorry. At least with this new gig, you should have a constant supply of...food." 

My eyes wandered to the back of the kitchen where I knew he was hiding.

"I sure hope so. He tasted really fucking good though, so pure." I murmured lowly feeling heat rise form my core, pulsing in between my legs.

Our food came a few minutes later, we fell into light conversation as we dug into our food. The waiter barely stayed long enough to put our plates on the table. Cara's voice fazed out as I escaped into my own thoughts only to be disturbed when the bell rang. I looked up to see Atlas come through the door. He seemed to be looking for something until his eyes locked with mine. We both froze, time seemed to stand still for a few moments. Cara slapped my arm.

"Are you even listening to me?" She muttered clearly agitated. I glanced back up to see Atlas coming this way and I freaked out, to put it mildly.

"Cara," I hissed and her eyes snapped to mine. "Remember that celestial being I told you about before?" She nodded, "Well he is coming this way and his name is Atlas."

She pursed her lips to speak just as he rounded our booth.

"So we meet again, Amorcita." His voice rumbled, it was intoxicating. I arched a brow in response.

"Or you are stalking me. Seems you've been popping up a lot lately." I teased playfully, my eyes drifting over his body to his perfect full lips. Cara coughed loudly interrupting us.

"My friend here seems to have lost her manners, I am Cara. The best friend, nice to meet you." She extended her hand out to him. He grabbed her hand lightly turning it around and kissed the top. I thought her eyes would pop out of her damn head.

"I am Atlas, nice to meet you." He looked her up and down slowly then turned to me, "Do you lovely ladies mind if I joined you?"

Cara shooked her head immediately and I smiled up at him, his jasper eyes taking my breath away. She looked at us both as he scooted into the seat beside me.

"I haven't seen you around, are you new?" She inquired lightly, I could sense there were underlying reasons for her questions. He looked up and smiled at her.

"Actually I just transferred here, Maeve and I were speaking about that earlier. I am the new Eastern Mythology Professor." 

I couldn't help but clench my thighs together, the warmth was radiating off of him and I was still hungry from the waiter. His leg brushed against mine and electricity ran through me setting the fire ablaze. 

My god, who is this man?

A/N

Sorry for the silence, I have been writing this chapter for a week.

Thoughts on Maeve's new finsta?

So Cara finally meets Atlas.

What do you think is going to happen? Any predictions?

Love,

Dragon