Life of a Dominant Futanari Alternative Chapter 11: Delivery

The sun began to beat down, and I continued to run long past what I would normally do. I ran back and forth down the beach as more people started to filter onto the beach. I breathed heavily as I continued to run on the sand. The difficulty hit my calves hard, and I felt sweat dripping down from my brow as I continued to sprint and jog on the beach.

Still, at some point, I would need to put on sunscreen as although I could tan, I didn't want to burn and hurt my skin. I heard that cancer could be caused by the sun if you allow it to do too much damage to your skin. So I ran back to the resort and slowed down to a walk as I returned to the pool area. I felt like a couple of water bottles would do a lot for me as I got back.

I headed inside and around to the room and opened the door with the card I had brought with me. I sighed a little in relief as I noticed my mother wasn't back and headed into the bathroom after getting some water from the minifridge and chugging them before turning on the water to warm up the shower. The cool air of the air-conditioner licked my skin, and I sighed as I stripped.

My relief from my mother was short-lived as the door opened, and I saw my mother step into the bathroom and look at me, surprised as I was in the middle of taking off my pants. My hands were down by my knees, and my panties were in my pants, showing my body off to my mother once again. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Need something?" I asked.

"I need to use the toilet," My mother replied, and I realized that my mother was in a blue bikini at this moment that was just as unmodest as the last. I knew my mother was trying to make my father jealous in ways still, and I wanted to sigh again. I took a moment and finished undressing, "Go ahead, but I am using the shower," I told Violet.

I got up into the shower, and I heard my mother reliving herself, and I heard her sigh. "I am sorry, Angela," I heard my mother say as the water sprayed down on my body. I didn't respond, and I used the soap provided to wash off the stink of sweat. "I am just so emotional right now, and I don't mean to take it out on you." Violet continued, "I want to enjoy my time with you here, Honey. I don't know about yesterday too much, but I found yesterday with the Bellboy," My mother's voice trailed off, and I was frozen in the water, and nothing was said for a minute. I decided not to wash my hair, and I finished slowly washing my body, making sure I didn't miss anything as my mother sat on the toilet beside me while I showered.

The silence was soon only cut by the sound of the shower, and I was don't much faster than I wanted to be done and sighed. I opened the shower curtain and saw my mother with her thong on the floor, sitting silently in thought. I stepped out and looked down at her as she looked up at me. "Look, I get it, Violet," I began, "You are hurt at the moment and unsure of what to do. Honestly, I am a little hurt too. I am not exactly taking finding things out nicely, but it must have hurt you since Dad has been lying to you longer than me. So I cannot say I understand how you feel." I said, and I saw Violet looking up at me with tears in her eyes.

"You have the right to feel hurt, and I know you want to lash out at him. I can help with that, or I can just be here as you cry. What I am not is someone you can control, Violet," I continued after a couple of moments. "Now, I love you, Violet," I said, saying what my mother needed to hear the most, and my mom sobbed.

I didn't get to say anymore as Violet jumped off the toilet, wrapped her arms around me, pressed her head into my neck, and sobbed. Her arms were tightly wrapped around me as she cried. I wrapped my arms slowly around my mother and felt her feet on her tiptoes to keep in position as she sobbed. I just held her feeling a little awkward as I felt my cock in between her thighs a little. I just held her, not saying anything as my mom sobbed.

I slowly walked us over as my mother cried on my shoulder. I pulled her up onto the bed and just let her hold me. Our bed got a little damp, but she had been crying so long in the bathroom that I had mostly dripped dry. I held her in my arms, and my mother continued to cry. This was probably one of the most awkward moments in my life, with my mother now on top of me while she sobbed uncontrollably. I didn't say anything more as I knew Violet needed this. She needed to release her emotions, and I was the only output. I could hear the pain in her sobbing, and my trying to reassure her in the bathroom must have broken a dam of emotions inside her, forcing them out.

Time passed slowly as my mother cried, and suddenly I heard a knock on the door. My mother, Violet, stopped sobbing and looked up for the first time with a sniff. "Who would be knocking?" She asked.

"Ma'am," I heard, "We have a package to be delivered to this room."

"Thank you!" I called out, "I will be there in a sec," I finished and pushed my mother aside a little. "Sorry, Violet," I said as I got up, "I need that package for work," I told her, pulled out a t-shirt and some panties, and slipped them on while finally stuffing my cock into the panties. I heard my mother sniff behind me. I opened the door and took a peek, only to see a black woman with a Dolley and several boxes on it.

"Hello, We have a number of urgent boxes for you from Samantha. The delivery company said that these had been paid for urgent delivery, so we thought you might need them immediately. Are you expecting a delivery, Ma'am?" The woman asked, and I nodded.

"Yes, I am. Is there more?" I asked.

"Yes, There are. Would you like us to deliver them here?" She asked.\

"Absolutely," I replied, "I would appreciate that a lot. Can you please bring them all here? I will make space for this. Give me a second, and you can bring them in. I just got out of the shower and am not fully dressed." I told her, and I closed the door before she could answer.

"Violet," I said, stepping inside and looking at the tear-stained face of my mother. "I have a bunch of packages being delivered. You are not fully dressed, and there are a lot of packages that are coming in." I told her urgently.

"What are you getting delivered?" Violet asked in return.

I paused as I put on pants, and I knew she saw my hesitation, and I just decided to reply simply, "Work stuff. You can look at it later," I told her without much thought, and Violet nodded.

Violet moved and put on her bikini bottom in the bathroom, and I opened the door, and the woman came in and started to put down boxes of varying sizes. I sighed as I looked at all of them. I could tell that Samantha must have shopped and sent urgent requests to companies for these toys. I wondered if there were outfits in a box, and the black woman set down the boxes by the couch and departed with a quick, "I will be back in a minute."

"How many boxes is this, Angela?" Violet asked with a quick sniff from crying so long.

"I don't know, but Samantha ordered them quickly and sent them on Urgent. So they were probably stuffed onto the plane last night not long after we took off since I messaged her in the morning. Then when I informed her of where we were, she must have had a dozen calls to make sure they all got here on time." I said, feeling amazed.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO FOR WORK!" Violet cried, "What is so important that you need like twenty boxes of stuff and can be done internationally?"

The question was a valid one, and I didn't want to confess. I felt weird and looked at my mother, hoping to delay. "I don't want to tell you yet?" I replied, and my mother's face turned red.

"Angela Sandra Brown," My mother suddenly said slowly with a threat in her voice when the door suddenly was knocked on.

I quickly ran over to the door and smiled as the woman returned, and my smile turned wry as there was another load of boxes. "There is another cart full, Ma'am. May I put it down?" She asked, and I opened the door, and she brought it into the room.

My mother started to glare at me as the woman set down the boxes in a growing pile of boxes before departing, and the room was silent by the time she finished setting them down. I looked at my mother, feeling pained, as the woman finished and departed.

"Angela, Sandra, Brown, You will no longer dodge the question." My mother threatened. "You will tell me, and I will not accept any more delays."

I winced, and I knew the promise that she spoke, and I sighed. "There is another cart full of boxes coming," I told her, "Can she finish and tip the woman before I start this conversation?" I asked.

I could see the anger on my mother's face as I told her that. A snarl was on her lips, and I could see who I had inherited my temper from. "Fine," My mother said, "After she finishes delivering these packages, you will tell me, and you will not delay any longer, or you will regret it. You may be eighteen, but that doesn't mean, as your mother, that I cannot still do things to make you feel regret for pissing me off."

It was a naked threat, and I winced since my mother rarely laid things out bare, so no one was confused about what she was thinking. Silence reigned in the room, and I was torn to start opening packages. Looking at my mother, I couldn't see the crying woman that was there for not even fifteen minutes. Instead, I saw an older version of myself looking incredibly angry at me, and I wanted to run a little from her when she looked like this.

A knock on the door sounded at the end of the time I could delay, and I opened the door. My mother reached into her purse and pulled out a couple of bills for tips. My mother handed her money, and the woman thanked her and finished setting down the packages before leaving. My mother followed her out, locked the door, and turned to me, ensuring that I felt trapped in the room with her.

A sigh escaped my mouth, and I pointed at the bed, "Sit," I ordered, and my mother's eyes narrowed but followed my finger and sat. I could tell that I annoyed her with that, and I positioned my ass on the stand across from the bed from her. I looked at her and decided just to tell her straight, "I am a Dominatrix." I told her.

My mother's eyebrows raised to the top of her head. She was surprised at my confession of my job. "What?" She asked suddenly.

"I am a Dominatrix. I dominate men and women for money," I told her, being flat and brutal with my confession, and I could tell that my mother's mind was short-circuited.

"Sorry, What?" My mother said again, "I thought for a moment that you told me you are a Dominatrix."

"I did, and I enjoy the work. So yes, I will tell you I am a Dominatrix and paid quite well for it." I told her again. "My first commission made me twenty-seven thousand dollars for about three hours," I told her again honestly, which was the best policy with my mother.

My mom looked at me sharply at that, and her eyes narrowed. "You are a prostitute?" My mother asked with a snarl.

"I am not a prostititue." I replied, feeling slightly angry, "If I want to have sex with a client, that is completely my choice. If I don't want to, I can leave them on the floor begging like a fucking little bitch and whip them properly." I snarled out, "They pay me just to be in a room alone with them. If I want to walk out, I can. If I want to whip them till they beg for mercy, I can. I am a consenting adult who plays with them and chooses if I feel like having sex with them. I am encouraged to choose; if I want to, I will. If I don't want to, I don't. Otherwise, I am there to Humiliate them, Degregate them, or whatever fetish they are into without having to touch them even once if I choose not to. I may be still learning and have had sex with my first customer, BUT THAT WAS MY CHOICE, AND I WASNT PAID TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM." I emphasized every word slowly, "I WAS PAID TO DOMINATE THEM."

I felt my anger flaring as I finished that, and my mother noticed the anger I felt as I told her that. She looked at me, and I could see the surprise in my reaction. "So you are a Dominatrix," my mother said.

"I am a Dominatrix that only works with Wealthy clients that pay a lot to spend a small amount of time with me. I am discreet and signed Confidentiality contracts to ensure that whatever happens when I dominate them stays there." I finished before turning to the toys, "These are the tools of the trade I have for a client." I told her honestly. "Just because we are on Vacation doesn't change that I have a very long waiting list."

My mother looked stunned at me. Silence reigned, and I looked at the mountain of boxes I now had that I would need to toss out. I thought about the bell boy and wondered if he was available to pick it all up for me. For now, I would have to clean and organize this for tonight. I didn't even know what time it was at this point, and I still had to deal with my mother. I felt a crunch of time, and I stood up and looked for something I could open the boxes with.

I found my house keys, and I brought them over and began to open a relatively small box. Inside I found some vibrating eggs, and I couldn't help but smile. I put them aside, opened another box, and found some cleaning wipes and toy cleaners. It was like finding fun things as I started to open. "What are you doing?" my mother asked.

"I am doing my job," I told her flatly, "I have to clean, organize, charge, and sort these toys for a client I have tonight. I need to think about how I want to play with them and decide what I plan to do generally or if I feel like winging it since they are new clients. That is my job, and I usually don't have to do this. Since I am in a foreign country, though, I have to do it myself, and I plan to enjoy myself while I am there. There also should be some outfits in here that I can change too."

I opened one of the bigger boxes as I was starting to have fun opening the boxes and found a black suitcase with wheels. I opened it up with a smile to find a smaller one. I quickly realized this was so I could bring everything without raising eyebrows around the resort and walking into the client's room.

I opened more and more packages and pulled out dildos and whips, not finding my outfits quite yet. "So you are a Dominatrix," My mother said in a neutral voice after breaking the silence that filled the room.

"Yes, Violet," I replied, "I am a Dominatrix."

I opened another box, and I found a box filled with underwear. I smiled as there were various lacy panties and bras. I smiled as I pulled up a picked-up pink bra that had a cute design on it that made me smile. I could see if I wanted to act cute that, I would put this on. I didn't want to do that, but it didn't mean that I didn't like the look of it. "Oh, that is cute," Violet said.

"Yeah," I replied, "Samantha bought it looks like a custom pack of bras in my size for me. I think she rushed them since this isn't the thing I would have bought, but there are some black and grey bras in here that I like." I said honestly.

"So she buys you clothes too?" Violet asked.

"Nope, This is a special circumstance, and I will pay her back. It is basically a drop in the bucket from what I am being paid, and she was pissed about having to do this. I had to make up for it by taking three clients instead of one, but she understood my position." I replied and turned to my mother.

My mother was looking a little lost, and I put down the bra. "Are you looking just to get angry at me for something?" I asked, looking at her, "Are you thinking that Samantha is suckering me into this?" I asked.

My mother nodded, and I smiled wryly, "Violet, Mom, However you want me to talk to you right at this moment." I said with a wry smile and a reassuring tone, "I am glad you care for me. I am happy that you are worried for me and that you don't want me to become a prostitute. I am not one, or at least I do not think of the job as a prostitute. I am a Dominatrix, and I like the job. I have moved into this job with both eyes open, and both Crystal and Samantha warned me and told me what the job is. I was not suckered into this job and wasn't deceived into this job. I walked in wanting to do the work, thinking it was interesting and fun. After my first client, I found I enjoyed it." I looked at her seriously, "If I want out, I have contracts signed, and I read through, allowing me out at almost any time I want. Samantha has taken a considerable risk and has done a lot for me," I looked at her with a smile, "Honestly, if I want out, I will be out. Now, I am looking forward to more clients and am honestly excited to play with them. Please, Take my words as an assurance. Okay, Violet?" I finished.

I turned and grabbed a box and opened it to find a leather paddle and smiled, looking at it. I put aside the things I would need to bring to the clients tonight. I also needed to change things, and I got up and found a power bar. I plugged in a couple of the toys that I had in. They began to blink lights showing that they were charging, and I put the toy cleaner nearby, so I remembered to clean them.

"Fine," Violet said, standing up, "You are a big girl, and you have stated your point. I just," Her voice trailed off, and I wryly smiled as I moved to open another box.

"You want the world for me," I said, "You think I am putting down my dreams? I am not if that is what you are thinking. I have been working for years to make sure I can be in a good university or college of my choice. Honestly, with this job, I wouldn't even need a damn scholarship in order to go to school. I would just work once or twice a year and pay my way through school."

I shook my head almost in disbelief at what I had just said, "You think I am giving things up to be a Dominatrix?" I asked as I opened up a pack of nipple clamps and spurs. "Of course, I am not giving up my future. Don't insult me." I finished with a sneer.

Silence returned to the room, and I continued to open boxes and take out toys and clothing. I found some leather clothes and smiled as I saw them. It seemed as I started to pile up the empty boxes that I didn't find the leather outfit Crystal made. I was a little disappointed, but I wasn't about to cry about not having those high heels. Instead, I found some nice outfits that I wanted to try on.

Sorting things out, Violet stayed quiet and watched me as I had a power bar full of sex toys laying out to recharge, along with weights and things I needed to clean. I turned to her, and I raised an eyebrow. "So," I said finally as I had various piles of things, and my mother had not talked in a while. "What are you thinking about this revelation?" I asked her.

Violet, my mother, looked at me, and I saw a tinge of red as I looked down at her face that I didn't get. "Fine," Violet said, looking a little miffed and confused for some reason. "But if you need out, you tell me, and I will do my best to help. Now I am going to the pool and thinking you can finish up in here while I go to the beach or something. I will be back for lunch, and I expect you to join me for it."

She finished without another word and walked out, only stopping for the flip-flops we purchased yesterday. It was odd the way my mother reacted and without her usual confidence. I watched her go, and I was unsure of how to feel. I felt a little warm and happy she cared so much but also annoyed that she put herself into my business so much. I would have to reiterate to her never to talk about my job in public as I also signed something to cover my ass too.

I doubted that Violet would tell everyone and would keep to herself while out at the pool or beach. I would see her soon, and I would deal with it then. For now, I turned back to the last boxes with a smile.

"I wonder what else Samantha got delivered to me. It's almost like Christmas morning!" I exclaimed happily and opened another box to find a leather riding crop that whistled nicely when I swung it. I couldn't wait to find what else she had sent.