Chapter 3: The Televangelist Couple

The Sterling name was a brand and part of that brand involved televangelism. Every Sunday morning, millions tuned in to watch Senator Arthur Sterling’s son, James, and his wife, Patti, preach the word of the Lord while living a life of opulent piety. Their ministry wasn’t just a church; it was an empire generating nearly two hundred and fifty million dollars a year. But behind the closed doors of their sprawling estate, their pious lifestyle was getting to stifling. Even though they were preaching about the evils of sin and the joy of living a moral and ethical life could bring, they had a secret desire that was clawing to get out.

Patti, thirty-six and trapped in the role of the dutiful wife, had a secret she kept from her husband: she was aching for the touch of a woman. She had been shy and inexperienced with men since she married James at eighteen, and her curiosity about the female form had grown into a burning hunger. James, forty-two, was a different story. He was a closet submissive, a man who enjoyed the thrill of surrendering control, though he would never admit it publicly. He had only been with two women before Patti, and his ego was fragile, his need for validation masking a deep-seated desire to be used.

When they finally reached out to Dominic Santoro, it was with a desperation born of fear and lust. They needed discretion above all else. A scandal involving the Sterling family would destroy their ministry and their financial empire. They wanted to explore their boundaries, specifically Patti’s desire for a woman, but they were terrified of the unknown. They needed a guide.

Dominic, assessing the assets, saw the perfect solution. James, he knew, was a natural submissive who would thrive in a room where he didn’t have to lead. Patti, shy and inexperienced, needed a firm but gentle hand to show her the ropes. And Elizabeth? She was the key. Dominic knew Elizabeth as Vesper the whore, was the perfect vessel. She was a respected professor by day, a mother, and a high-class whore by the hour. She had the intelligence to hold a conversation with the Sterlings, the maternal warmth to put Patti at ease, and the now the ability for Vesper to take on a more dominant role because that’s what her customer was going to pay he for. She was still a whore and she is selling herself to the customer for what they want. This time she is selling herself in a dominant capacity.

He also knew that Elizabeth the professor and mom would never take on that kind of role. He felt that warm feeling of satisfaction knowing that he was once again forcing Elizabeth into doing things that she reviled, went against all of her prudish morals and ethics that she preaches about. It couldn’t get any better. He was getting his revenge and he was building a business at the same time.

The phone rang, cutting through the quiet of Elizabeth’s study. She recognized the ringtone, it was Dominic. She picked up, her voice dropping an octave, shifting from “Mom” to “Vesper.”

“Hello, Dominic,” she said, her tone professional and expectant.

“You have a new customer. “It’s the Sterlings. James and Patti,” Dominic said. “You serviced Arthur a while back, remember? Well, his son, Jim, has reached out. They want to explore. Patti wants to explore with a woman, and Jim wants to watch. The catch? They’re both shy. Neither of them is into heavy BDSM, right now at least. They need you to take charge. You’re the guide, the leader. You set the pace, you show Patti what she needs, and you keep Jim in line.”

Vesper remembered back to her session with Arthur Sterling. Service was not what she would call it. He put her through hell. She felt the pain in her nipples from the clamps, the torturous seven inch locking stilettos, how he degraded her and then the painful spanking and caning that took a week before she could sit down.

“I’m sending the car to bring you over to Sorella’s.”

Vesper knew that was not a request. Fuck, what hell is that bastard up to now. Just when I was getting used to being a whore that was told what to do he now does this.

The continuing dueling personas in Elizabeth’s mind continues. Elizabeth Collins did not use that kind of language, Vesper did.

Dominic very rarely did things for no reason. He wanted the meeting at Sorella’s to emphasize the fact that this was his business and Elizabeth as Vesper was just a whore for him to use however he wanted. She was an asset on a balance sheet. Assets don’t have feelings. Assets are used to make the business profitable.

Before leaving for the restaurant Elizabeth put on the gold chain with the Triskelion emblem. That was her key for Box B, Vesper the whore.

Entering the dimly lit restaurant she was met with the familiar smell of garlic, simmering tomatoes, and roasted meat. She also felt the familiar oppressive feeling of what Dominic called his old man’s business which was built on violence and fear.

That contrasted with Dominic’s strategy. He was going to run the family business as a business. He was going to game the system leveraging the very rules that were putting his old man’s contemporaries not just out of business but landing them in prison to build a new modern Santoro empire. He was going to get leverage on the politicians, the policy makers, and the kingpins of industry to build that empire.

He got up and took her hand as she sat down. He motioned to the waiter “Get the usual for the lady.”

She was amazed at how he was the old school gentleman and mafia boss all rolled into one. She sat down at his regular booth near the back wall. He was always sharply dressed as the modern CEO. This was such a contrast to the older men in cheap suits that were sitting around the restaurant.

“You have a new role as my whore Vesper. The Sterlings are eager for new sexual experiences and they need a strong, dominant to start them on their way. You are not going to be a Dominatrix. Patti wants to be controlled, she wants to have sexual experiences with women. Jim is a closet submissive that want to be told what to do even though he won’t really admit it. You’re going to be the dominant one in the room, tell them what to do, take charge and give them a mind blowing experience because that is what they are paying for. That is what you do as a whore, you give your customers what they are paying for.”

Vesper was taking all of this in, his cool detached way of talking about selling wanton sex as if he were selling finely roasted coffee. She started to speak but he interrupted her.

With a wave of his hand “I know this is different than what you imagined a whore would do. You don’t get to dictate what a customer wants. You simply perform. This is no different than getting your ass caned.”

He then grinned “I’m sure that if you had a choice you wouldn’t want to have your ass turned into raw hamburger. That is what your customer wanted, you sold your ass to him, and you thanked him after. This is no different.”

Vesper nodded. He always was in control. He knew what clients wanted and he delivered the goods. She was just one of those goods.

“We are going to meet with the clients in a few days You are going to run that meeting. This shows your dominant side which is what they are looking for. I’m going to be there of course. We will discuss the details of the experience they want, probe to make sure they are open, honest and explicit so we can make sure they get their money’s worth.”

He took a sip from the glass of wine. He always seemed to have a glass of wine at the table when he was here a Sorella’s.

“We need a strategy. We are going to come with that strategy right now. Ok you look like you have some questions.”

Vesper hesitated. She was not quite sure how to frame her questions. “I know I am you whore Dominic and I know that I sell myself to my customers for what they want. I’ve never been dominant though. I don’t know how to do it.

Dominic again waved his hand. “Yes you have. Elizabeth is very dominant when she gives lectures, pontificates about morals and ethics. Vesper you need to draw from Elizabeth on what being dominant is and how to do it. Being dominant is not just waving around a riding crop and whacking a body part. It is presenting an air of authority. You will be that authority. That is what your customers want right now. They don’t want a Dominatrix, the want someone in authority to tell them what to do. They need to be told because they can’t do it of their own volition. Patti wants to lick your cunt but she needs to be told to do it.”

He continued “Vesper, let Elizabeth help you research on how to take control of an intense sexual situation. How to do it is out there. We have a little over a week for you to prepare yourself for your customers. This is just like going shopping for whore clothes. You are preparing yourself for your customers.”

Vesper thinks about bringing Elizabeth’s mind into the internal dialogue. Vesper/Elizabeth’s mind flashed back to her lecture hall, the podium, the students hanging on her every word. Control. I know control. I command respect in a room of hundreds. But that’s different. That’s intellectual authority. This is visceral. She swallowed hard. I can do this. I am an asset. I am Vesper. I just have to remember to be a professor first, and a whore second for researching how to be dominant.”

Vesper nodded, she understood.

“OK, now on to the strategy.”

“First The country estate,” Dominic said. “It’s an hour out, discrete, elegant, safe. No one will find them there.”

“Now we lay out the logistics. A car picks them up at two o’clock sharp. They arrive at the estate, you greet them, they settle into their suite.

“Five o’clock dinner with plenty of wine. You need to get them comfortable and loosened up. You start the mind fuck there. Start talking about what they really want, their deep kinks to get their juices flowing. Not all of those things will not happen that night but is gets them on the hook for more sessions.”

Vesper noticed how he always was setting things up for more business, the follow on already planted in their minds.

“You need to get Patti loose, relaxed, and willing. You get Jim worked up so he follows your rules later. The plan is to overwhelm them with sensation, but keep the hierarchy clear. You ae in charge.”

“Next what are the activities? Sensual foreplay between you and Patti. Show her how to touch a woman. Lots of touching, very sensual. She wants that to start out with. Go slow. Then, move to oral, she goes down on you, then you on her followed by a mutual sixty-nine. Make sure she cums, more than once. Tell her how she is going to show hubby what a slut she is. Make sure to reinforce that she is a slut and other degrading verbiage, she craves that.”

“And Jim?” Vesper asked.

“He’s the voyeur tonight, mostly. He watches but participates helping your turn his virtuous wife into a slut, Don’t let him cum until the end.”

“Then the swapping starts,” Dominic continued. “Strap up and fuck Patti from behind, doggy style, missionary, cowgirl. Then have Jim fuck Patti while she licks your cunt. Then, have Jim fuck you from behind while your lick Pattis cunt. The positions will rotate with you riding him while she sits on his face, and then her riding him while you sit on his face.”

“And then finale” Dominic grinned.

“Jim cums inside your cunt,” Patti is right there, licking hubby’s cum out of you. It’s primal. Take a lot of breaks all during the night. Discussing what they like, how they feel, that kind of stuff. I’ll ask Patti what she liked the most, what turned her on the hardest.”

“That’s the psychological part,” vesper noted approvingly.

“Exactly. Then, the twist. Since they’re both submissive by nature, use that to break them further. Strap up and fuck Jim in the ass while he’s eating Patti’s cunt and ass. Then, have Patti fuck Jim in the ass with the strap-on while he eats your cunt. Use the strap on dildo with the double head so you and Patty get fucked while you are fucking him, the harder and faster you fuck his ass the better if teals for you”

Dominic paused, letting the image settle.

“By the time you’re done, they’ll be overloaded. Sensory overload. It’ll be the best sex they’ve ever had”

Dominic stared at her for a long moment, a slow smile spreading across his face. “You’re going to ruin them, Vesper.”

The downtown high-rise was a monument to concrete and glass. Dominic’s office sat on the forty-fifth floor with floor-to-ceiling windows. It was a place of business, of deals and power, but today, the focus was on a different kind of transaction.

Elizabeth sat in the plush waiting area, her legs crossed, a magazine open in her lap but her eyes fixed on the elevator bank. When the doors slid open, her face lit up with a practiced, maternal warmth. She stood up before they could even take a step forward, her smile disarming and her posture relaxed.

“James! Patti! It is absolutely wonderful to meet you both,” Elizabeth said, her voice smooth and melodic. She didn’t wait for them to offer a hand; she stepped forward and gently took Patti’s hand, giving it a firm, reassuring squeeze. “I’ve been looking forward to this. Please, come in.”

She led them into Dominic’s office, gesturing vaguely toward a cluster of oversized leather armchairs arranged in a semi-circle in front of a low coffee table. The atmosphere was intimate, designed to put them at ease, and not have to put on the charade of their public personas.

Dominic stood from behind his desk and nodded when they came in, but he made no move to assert his dominance. He stepped aside, letting Elizabeth take the lead.

“Let me introduce myself properly,” Elizabeth said, sitting down gracefully in one of the chairs, motioning for the Sterlings to settle in. “I am Dr. Elizabeth Collins. I’m a professor of ethics at the University. I do have a side interest which is why we are all here.”

She paused, letting the ambiguity hang in the air for a moment before she dropped the bombshell. “But you can call me Vesper. It’s simpler, and it feels right for what we’re about to do.”

Dominic leaned against his desk, crossing his arms, but he remained silent, waiting for them to speak.

“Vesper,” Jim repeated, looking at her with a mix of curiosity and nervousness.

Patti looked up. “Vesper, that means evening or evening star?”

Elizabeth smiled, a warm, knowing expression that put them instantly at ease. “Yes, it does. It feels like the right time for us to begin.”

Jim looked at his wife, then back to Elizabeth. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous tic he used when he felt exposed. “I’m not sure what Dominic has told you, but we ... we are desperate for a break. We want to explore. We want something more exciting than the routine we’ve fallen into.”