The Lady of the Night
by Feldar (c) 2008
“You’re distracted tonight, Kent.”
“I’m sorry Lady, I’ll do better. May I stay? Please?”
“Why don’t you let me know what’s wrong,” she crossed her legs slowly and fixed him with mischievous hazel eyes, “and then we’ll see if you can please me. Don’t you want to please your Lady?” He moaned as she delicately stroked his jaw-line with a fingertip. His kneeling position and lack of clothing made his desire to serve and please his Lady very obvious, and she giggled.
“It’s my radio station. I’m small and local, but we have a loyal following in the community, particularly in the college and club demographic.” She watched him slip into business mind with delight. Her Knights were highly intelligent powerful men, whose service was a choice and gift. She was considering this, for she liked country-western, not his station’s repertoire, when her attention was suddenly caught.
“So your late night, morning DJ has gone to marry, and you have no one to take the shift?” She wanted to make sure she understood as a wonderfully fun idea occurred.
“Yes M’Lady,” he responded sadly, “and I stutter on radio. I can program, advertise – you know my gifts for you, but I’m covering for the two weeks until her honeymoon is over, and I’m losing business at a -” He broke off as she raised her hand to politely interrupt.
“Did you pay for their honeymoon?”
“Yes Lady. You’ve taught me the joys of giving.”
“Such a Good Boy,” she purred, “should be rewarded.”
His eyes nearly crossed at her words, and suddenly his problems were forgotten as she leaned forward to kiss his forehead. “I’ll take the night shift if you give me the musical information.”
“M’Lady!” A start of protest. “I don’t want you to have to listen to music I know you dislike!”
Her slow lazy smile silenced him even before the red fingernail touched his lips. “My Knights deserve rewards for their service. You try so hard to please me; it makes me SO happy.” Her purring contralto soon took him to places in which business difficulties had no business…
The conversations at the Club were drowning out the music, although the beat pulsed in hormone-laden bodies. It was Friday night, the college mating rituals were in full swing, and the Club was about to switch to a DJ who would provide his own turn-tables.
The music stopped suddenly, and voices faded in uncomfortable response. The music began to fade back in as red-lacquered, manicured nails slowly twisted a knob with skills gained in other venues of life. The music was background, unnoticed, when the honey-southern Voice began purring, winding into their ears and minds.
“Hello Boys and Girls. This is your Lady of the Night, rewarding all the Right.” Something about tone made the men stand straight with spinal chills, while the women turned with parted lips of wonder.
“You’ve been patient and now it’s time for pleasure. You like pleasure, don’t you? I know I do…” The throaty laugh raised goose bumps of erotic tension when suddenly the volume jumped into a frenzied beat. Winding through the intro riff was the Voice, “Shall we get low?”
Shorty began singing about boots with fur as she cut the microphone. Turning for feedback, she saw the look on Kent’s face and couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh my Good Boy delights his Lady with this gift! I do think I’ll have fun,” she purred. He sank to his knees, overpowered by his feelings of gratitude that he could serve her pleasure, his love for his Lady wounding his heart like the sweet nightingale’s song rising in spring, and she cradled his head to her breasts, stroking his hair, while he wept in joy for her pleasure.
“For those listening on their radios, someone on the Red Ostrich staff just called to say the RUDEST words to your Lady of the Night, just because she played that Rascal Flatts slow song. That song was my gift to those Good Girls who wanted to have their Knights holding them tenderly in strong arms, hold them protectively, bodies pressing together, swaying as one, heartbeats whispering back and forth of love and the Lady’s pleasure.
“As a reminder, the Lady does NOT tolerate such disrespect. Why don’t you try the Platinum? They’ve been very Good Boys over there – tonight they all are wearing something in the Lady’s favorite color, red, to please her. You’ll get $5 off your cover charge if you’re wearing red.” A wicked chuckle followed. “And if it’s red bra or underwear, you’ll get in free. My, doesn’t that just sound naughty? The Lady of the Night is wearing something red cupping something very close to my heart… and now Nine Inch Nails wants to be naughty too, like an animal…. Dance now, Dance for the Lady’s pleasure, my Boys and Girls…”
Twenty minutes later, The Red Ostrich was nearly empty, the station phone-lines were blinking as the owner waited to beg forgiveness for the suddenly unemployed night-shift manager, and the Platinum was a sea of red and flesh.
“It’s the Lady’s last night tonight, and she is making this one special. With your help, we’ve painted the party bodies of the town red. So to all my Good Boys and Good Girls, play safely, sanely, and consensually, always pleasing the Lady of the Night, so she will know you’ll be alright. And pleasing the Lady always feels soooo good…
“First up, Van Halen; Lady used to call this type of music Cock-Rock in the big-haired days. Following that is Joe Redifer’s techno cover of Hill Zone 24 taken from Sonic the Hedgehog. What will I do next? Your Lady is never boring and NOT tame…
“Y’all begged SO prettily, but no, I do have to play music tonight, not just talk to my lovelies. But this station has posted a recording of the Lady telling girls how to be Ladies, and boys how to be Good Boys who can be worthy of being called one of the Lady’s Knights…”