The last thing Esther remembered before opening the door was orgasm.  Unable to contain herself, the cresting wave of pleasure that had been built within her began to break against the soft, lustrous flesh of Kaylee's hips.  The intoxication on her beautiful face, the shuddering need going through both of their bodies, the blissful<em>wrong</em>of it all, caused the wave to fall, cascading through her entire being.  In her greed, Esther had willingly done the last, greatest, and only thing that would make her pleasure even more explosive.  She might have cried aloud as she pushed the door, as it and the rest of her mind shattered like a pane of multi-colored glass.  She would never quite remember.<br/><br/>Like autumn leaves caught in hurricane, disjointed memories flashed through her being.  The sensation of touching soft, yearning thighs, and feeling her own fingers caress them, fearing and starving for their power.  The Violet Eyed Sex Goddess appeared, but it wasn't her.  Or it was, but her hands were reaching for herself, caressing each other's breasts on her own torso next to her.  Her arms broke her binds and gripped each other's neck.  She threw herself to the floor on climbed on top. Her cries rumbled through her drooling chasms as they smothered herself.<br/><br/>Somewhere there was three.  Elsewhere there was one, playing at two.  Playing at innocence, of first lovers knowing her bodies.  She hesitated, she guided her own hand.  She soothed.  She blushed.  She grinned, and she grinned also.<br/><br/>"No two yearn for their other as corruption and innocence do.."<br/><br/>Words not truly spoken fell on deaf ears not her own.  But their meaning was plain.  She struggled to play the coquette, desire eroding her ability to pretend.  She fought to remain standing, the seduction overpowering her play.  Roles, the last bastion of reason in perfect fantasy, fell like colossal towers.  In the din, Violet Eyed And Nameless devoured herself, sharing a sensation of hunger so strong it ripped fantasy itself apart.  Somewhere in the gale, a shred of understanding that once called itself Esther lost itself in confusion, and in its own insignificance.  All the remained was a beacon of Abject Famishment, and the unworldly, all-consuming consummation that it desired.  Esther, what once called itself Esther, was simply blown away.<br/><br/>When she opened her eyes, she had the most sensational afterglow.  She was refreshed, to such an immense degree that she she felt like her body was singing!  It was as if she had rebuilt from scratch.  Every fiber of her being felt warm, loved, rejuvenated.  Only this time, there wasn't a cop about jump through the stall door.<br/><br/>There was a beautiful, lust drowned half-wit drunkenly rubbing herself on the floor, smiling like she was still in a dream.  There was her shame, the disbelief that she had just done that, and a quick survey of the possible repercussions.  To say nothing of the fact that she'd just fed, of course, there was her meager interest in her prudish reputation, potential law enforcement query, and the fact that Skinny would lose his mind when he saw Kaylee like this.  Esther could barely believe it was the same person.  The rolling, bored looking eyes were half open, leaned back in her head as she drove her fingers into herself.  Skinny wasn't dangerous, as pimps went, but he'd have questions.  Questions she'd sworn never to tell the answers to.<br/><br/>There was also the nagging sense that something was horribly, hopelessly wrong.  A vision of chains, bolts, cages, hooks, bars, and locks now occupied the space where her memory..? of the Door had been.  It didn't take her poetic mind long to realize that they were psychological metaphors for containment.  The Door was a simple one, harmless, easy to open, easy to shut out of one's mind.  But the cages, the chains.. those were more drastic measures.  Things she only associated with confinement on a fantastic level, rather than a day to day one.  Esther realized, with a scowl, that she could imagine, even<em>invent</em>more drastic forms of locking something away.  Steel traps and concrete bunkers, tar-pools and gargoyle guardians.  Pools of lava and fences of swords.  It was an idle ponderence, really, serving only one purpose.  Her imagination, formidable as it was, had a limit.  If she'd already gone from Closet Containment to Dungeon Vault in one afternoon, she wouldn't last long if she pressed it.<br/><br/>"M-Mistress.." the girl asked, snapping Esther out of her thoughts, clearly getting off on the simple fact that she was standing there.  "What.. ah.. ahhh.."  The girl trembled, curling her toes and gasping, flinching helplessly against her own fingers.  "..What will you do with me, now?"  Esther's first reaction to her drunken gasps, as she was no longer consumed by own sexual desires, was disgust.  It seemed almost irrational, to call a Lust-Touched person shameless, and a confirmed professional whore at that.  But Esther was still herself, and watching the woman completely debase herself in pursuit of release, cumming as she spoke to her, was patently uncomfortable.  Even a little insulting.  However,  even then, there a reaction within her body.  Kaylee was so beautiful.  Esther could barely recognize her as the eye-rolling, passionless woman she'd been when she met her.  Kaylee's helplessness, her quaking honesty, the sheen of sweat giving evidence to her struggle...  Even with her fingers in herself, there was a paradoxical innocence.  She had just met desire, and was playing like a child with a new friend.<br/><br/>Esther stared for a moment, uncertain what to think, much less what to say.  She'd ruined any chance the girl had of being anything more than what she was.  And yet, by paradox, Esther had improved her, to the point where she felt a curious affection for her.  Disgust, shame, and guilt mingled with a lingering attraction, and a curious feeling that she couldn't just leave the girl here without giving her an answer.  With all these thoughts, Esther did the one thing she did best.  She fell back into a roll.  Once again, she became the Mistress.<br/><br/>"I'll tell you what's going to happen now."  Esther said softly, her eyes high as she moved toward her servant.  Kaylee reacted, leaning forward, accepting the touch of Esther's hand on her arm.  Esther locked her eyes and smirked, her voice lowering to a whisper, authoritative and unquestionable, but with an undercurrent of sweetness.  Of being<em>pleased.</em>"I'm about to go downstairs.." Esther drew her nails along the flesh of her arm, watching goosebumps appear.  "..and I'm going to tell Skinny that there's a treat waiting for him here."  A smile, a heavy breath that carried a compliment.  "Something so good he won't believe it."  Kaylee kept pleasuring herself, leaning forward as though needing to kiss her.  Esther gave her no such affection, tracing her nails slowly onto her neck.<br/><br/>"And when he comes up here," her nails traced through her hair, causing Kaylee to gasp as she gripped it softly.  "You are going to repay him kindly, for every time you rolled your eyes.  Every underwhelmed customer he's had to apologize for.  Every time you've ever talked back to him."  Esther leaned forward, not close enough to kiss, but close enough so Kaylee could feel her breath.  Her hand clenched her hair tighter, and Kaylee whimpered, trying to kiss her, but unable to bend further.  "You are going to give him what I have given you.  That same desire and passion.  Give him your beauty as if it were mine.  Fuck him, and everyone who he tells you to fuck, as though it were me."  Esther caressed her cheek.  "To honor what we've shared."  She let the words smolder on her, holding her still by her hair and bending forward.<br/><br/>"I expect to hear good stories."  Esther whispered into her ear, lowering so her breath could linger on her neck.  Kaylee's hands reached forward to Esther's dress, pulling it, trying to throw her Mistress off balance and on top of her.  Esther smiled and stood straight up, brushing away her needy hands and staring at her with a chillingly regal expression.  Kaylee watched her, desire itself freezing her desire.  "Because in time, I'll ask Skinny about you.  And if he isn't impressed when I do.."  And Esther stepped away.  Even she felt the drop, the sudden pain of parting.  Esther's heart ached.  Her role continued.  "..Then you'll never see me again."<br/><br/>Kaylee flinched as Esther stepped away.  Esther replied with a smile, sweet and affectionate, as though to assure her this was all part of the game she played.  And then her stern expression returned, and she gave her a last, knowing look as she exited the door.  Only then did she break character.  It was harsh, although it was the least of the things Esther had done to her in the last hour.  Inwardly, Esther knew she simply wanted to get away from the girl, from the guilt, from the knowledge of the monster she was becoming.  Of knowing she had fed.  But there was still humanity in her.  Quietly, she knew that she would have to honor an unspoken promise in the future.  She and Kaylee would share another night, at some point in the future.  For now, Esther needed to be alone.<br/><br/>She saw Skinny in his usual place in the lot below the building.  "Girl, test that soundproofing!"  he laughed.  "Holy shit, you made my boys pop a boner just walking by your door! Do you know how much money I spend on this place to make sure they<em>can't</em>hear shit like that!?  I mean, I guess it runs in the family, but..!"<br/><br/>"Could you do me a favor and not compare my sex decibels to Mom's?  Please?"<br/><br/>"Aw, sorry, Ess.  Just impressed is all."<br/><br/>"You'll be even more impressed if you go see Kaylee."  Skinny gave her a strange look, disbelief and keen interest rolling into one.  "We can negotiate for bennies later, maybe.  All I ask now is that you keep it hush hush, okay?  Tell her I told you that you wouldn't be able to believe it."<br/><br/>"I don't believe it now.  You think you broke that horse?  Like, 'I'm gonna<em>pay</em>your ass' broke that horse?"  Skinny licked his lips and looked around the lot.  It was slow, to the point where he was pretty much wasting time.  He took a drag on a cigarette, contemplating, and then threw the butt on the ground.  "Fuck it, I gotta see this.  You better not be puttin' me on, Ess."  He couldn't help but smile.  Whether this was true or not, Esther had not asked for her money back.  That was refreshing.<br/><br/>Esther left the lot quickly, a maelstorm of thoughts in her mind.  She pondered where to go next, what to do.  She knew what she wanted, but she needed a quiet place.  She couldn't go home, because of Mom.  She couldn't rent a room, and Kaylee would have been too excited for her to focus.  At length, Esther decided to go to a park.  A quick walk to still her many thoughts.  But she cut it short, taking a seat on a nearby bench.  She looked around, noticing it was sparse here.  A few odd joggers and such.  She sighed deeply.  No, this wouldn't do.  Too open.  With a sigh, she retraced her steps.  School would be out about now, she pondered.  She walked by a gas-station with outdoor entrances to the restrooms.  She slowed, stopped, and then decided.<br/><br/>It only took a quick request to get the key, and she quickly made for the women's room.  Checking around herself slowly, she opened it, slipped inside, pushed it shut, locked it, and put the stopper in the door.  She set her hands on the door itself, sighing at what she was about to do.  She took a comfortable spot on the floor, leaning against the wall, and grounded herself.<br/><br/>"Hey."  she said softly, addressing the Other Within.  "Tonight, I'm going to try to destroy that Goddess statue or whatever Mindy.. the Parasite, is connected to.  You want that, right?  You'd tell me if there was something I needed to know, something to help me do it?"  She sighed.  "Was it good?  I thought you'd like having her tied up. but.."<br/><br/>She trailed off.  Perhaps they would speak to her, perhaps they wouldn't.  Either way, she made a place for herself to pass out in relative comfort and safety.  After this, perhaps she would go home anyhow.  Get some Bellydancing in and make a mask or something.  It sounded normal..  nice..<br/><br/>At some point while she was alone in the stall, she would have started crying.