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</div>This was by no means the first time Brigitte had been paraded through a hotel lobby, her every step in perfect synchronization of her owner and lover.  It came almost naturally now, the choreographed precision and the sultry submissive had long since stopped even thinking about the eyes upon her and her Mistress.  Brigitte was an accomplished professional and an attractive woman, she could choose any path she wanted in the business world, but she would be no where else than where she was right this instance.  She willingly and passionately gave herself to her Mistress, Minny Arden.  The line between business and pleasure between the two women was so blurred it no longer had any real meaning.  Brigitte may not have cared about the eyes upon her and Mistress, but she knew that it was important for Mistress to have every detail of appearance be just so.  For this reason she held her pose even as the elevator doors sealed shut and they were alone.  Ever the willing and faithful submissive, she knew better than to actively anticipate Mistress' desires before she expressed them but she was familiar enough with her proclivities to obey instantly.<br/><br/>Though clearly and utterly submissive to Mistress, Brigitte knew well her value to her owner.  As such, she had little doubt the transaction about to take place would be both temporary and of high value to Mistress and by extension to herself.  A scientist might call it symbiotic, but that term would do no justice to the passion and love between them.<br/><br/>Brigitte's lips parted upon impact with those of her Mistress even as her coat was opened and her lingerie exposed.  Mistress always made her<i>Chaton</i>feel so sexy as she treated her like the property, very prized property.  The parting would be painful, like a physical blow, but both women understood the importance of it.  It was also not as if she were being left to the whims of just anyone.  Mistress had vetted this particular associate more thoroughly than even Brigitte had found necessary.  Not that she questioned Mistress' judgement on the matter, but it had made her feel special at how thorough Mistress had been.<br/><br/>"I know."  Brigitte said, with about as much cheek as she could muster and only because the two of them had been alone.  She could see the hint of tear in Mistress' eye and it nearly brought tears to her eyes as well.<br/>They proceeded to the appointed door, Brigitte's eyes caught Mistress' just as she felt the click of leash on collar.  "I love you."  She said, unable to let her last words alone be the cheeky response to Mistress' declaration of love, but neither had she simply wanted to parrot the phrase.  She wanted to say it on its own at that very last moment when they were still alone.<br/><br/>As the door opened with a click, Brigitte followed behind and leash length like a proper pet, much better behaved than her notoriously finicky namesake.  Brigitte could feel the eyes of her temporary owner upon her and tried to ignore them much like the eyes on her down in the lobby.  That became more difficult as Mistress slowly exposed her breasts and cropped her ass.<br/><br/>She managed to stay impassive until she looked directly at the man.  Her eyes lingered longer than she intended and that was a mistake.  "Why did he have to be so fucking handsome?"   The thought struck her like a slap across the face.<br/><br/>As Mistress asked her question, Brigitte's eyes betrayed that she wasn't nearly as aloof as she wanted to portray herself.  She was fixated, her eyes captured by his as if the man's answer was suddenly of critical importance.  Brigitte couldn't remember the last time a man's opinion of her looks mattered in the slightest to her.  But suddenly, it very much did.