Later that day Rita called Peter and Laura into her office. Usually that meant some sort of punishment. However, she offered them both seats in her leather chairs, while she sat on a sofa. The boss smiled pleasantly.

"The real reason I'm going to Frisco is for a street festival next weekend. For sure, there will be some boring fucking meetings during the week, but like I said, the festial is for bdsm types to walk around in various forms of dress and undress, performing erotic acts that vanilla people consider vulgar or weird. A two block area will be roped off to traffic, and the cops mostly look the other way.

Laura looked at Peter and blushed, like she had a premonition as to what would happen to him. Rita saw that look and confirmed it. The only garment he'd be allowed to wear would be the red panties. She also confirmed the fact that his asshole and mouth would receive plenty of attention.

Then she smiled at Laura. "Don't worry baby, I will look after you." The assistant grinned. "Now phone the San Fran. Hilton and confirm my reservation for the penthouse....."Yes ma'am."