House of A Thousand Dreams - fic
House of A Thousand Dreams
Tosh - with a tiny bit of Jack
Rating: G
Warning: occasional mention of bdsm. Not betaed only spellchecked. This is the only time I've written a female character, so I'm not that sure it works, but, well, I tried!
Tosh smiled to herself as she dressed. It amused her to imagine what her colleagues at Torchwood would think about what she did in her spare time. Tosh the computer geek who preferred to communicate with computers rather than people, having a secret life. She wondered whether Jack knew about it; you could never be certain about him.
She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on her stockings.
Still mulling over in her mind one thing which had been concerning her. Why hadn’t Mary knows about this. Thinking about it she had become increasingly certain that Mary had known, but had chosen to ignore it. Despite what she did she had had no close personal relationships for quite some time, and that was what Mary had taken advantage of.
Sighing she started to get in the mindset she needed for tonight.
She pulled on her knee length boots, lacing them up tightly. Standing up, as always it took her a while to get accustomed to the high heels.
She looked at herself in the floor length mirror, and smiled. She looked good. The black boots, long black skirt made up of different panels with slits up their sides, a plain black bustier didn’t detract from the rather elaborate skirt.
She picked up her coat and slipped it on, she loved it and had never seen another like it since finding it in an antique shop in London as a student. The long dark red velvet glittered and shone in the soft light of the bedroom. The plain frock-coat looked as sensual as it always did on her, and helped her settled even deeper into the mindset she needed.
The ringing of the door-bell startled her out of her reverie. That would be her taxi.
Going through to the hallway she checked her answering machine was on; picked up her mobile phone, switching it to silent and picked up a large soft black bag from the floor.
She had spent many years gathering together a collection of her own equipment, ever since her Aunt had introduced her to the work as a sixteen year old. She had only later realised what a risk the woman had taken, she had clearly seen something within Tosh that had indicated that the teenager would find something special and valuable through it, and she had been right. It became her haven of peace and sanity in an increasingly insane world.
Leaving the hall lights on she shut the front door behind her. Her regular taxi driver smiled as she got in, and they headed deeper into the City.
Ten minutes later the car stopped opposite what looked like an ordinary large Victorian rectory, because that’s what it had been many years ago. Tosh was sure that Jack in particular would be amused that what was once a house lived in by a man of the Church would now be a Fetish House. Not an ordinary one, but one of the most exclusive Fetish Club’s in the country.
Tosh thanked the driver and headed inside, in that sort distance her persona changed from Toshiko Sato to Mistress Aoi Hasu, (Blue Lotus, in the English translation) most of her clients preferred to use the Japanese version of her name.
She was one of the Club’s two most experienced Mistresses and had an exclusive and regular client list, which included some of the most powerful men and women in Wales and the west of England.
She said her goodbyes to her colleagues at 4am, after a very satisfying night giving pain, and pleasure to her clients. Shutting the door behind her she headed down the steps before she noticed that in place of her usual taxi, there was a tall figure in a long coat.
She sighed
“Well, well Tosh. I hear you’re very good at what you do” Jack smirked.
Tosh was still on a high from her work, and couldn’t help but give out an uncharacteristic giggle.
“You’ve always known haven’t you” she replied.
Jack just grinned, and pointed to the SUV parked across the road.
Tosh - with a tiny bit of Jack
Rating: G
Warning: occasional mention of bdsm. Not betaed only spellchecked. This is the only time I've written a female character, so I'm not that sure it works, but, well, I tried!
Tosh smiled to herself as she dressed. It amused her to imagine what her colleagues at Torchwood would think about what she did in her spare time. Tosh the computer geek who preferred to communicate with computers rather than people, having a secret life. She wondered whether Jack knew about it; you could never be certain about him.
She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on her stockings.
Still mulling over in her mind one thing which had been concerning her. Why hadn’t Mary knows about this. Thinking about it she had become increasingly certain that Mary had known, but had chosen to ignore it. Despite what she did she had had no close personal relationships for quite some time, and that was what Mary had taken advantage of.
Sighing she started to get in the mindset she needed for tonight.
She pulled on her knee length boots, lacing them up tightly. Standing up, as always it took her a while to get accustomed to the high heels.
She looked at herself in the floor length mirror, and smiled. She looked good. The black boots, long black skirt made up of different panels with slits up their sides, a plain black bustier didn’t detract from the rather elaborate skirt.
She picked up her coat and slipped it on, she loved it and had never seen another like it since finding it in an antique shop in London as a student. The long dark red velvet glittered and shone in the soft light of the bedroom. The plain frock-coat looked as sensual as it always did on her, and helped her settled even deeper into the mindset she needed.
The ringing of the door-bell startled her out of her reverie. That would be her taxi.
Going through to the hallway she checked her answering machine was on; picked up her mobile phone, switching it to silent and picked up a large soft black bag from the floor.
She had spent many years gathering together a collection of her own equipment, ever since her Aunt had introduced her to the work as a sixteen year old. She had only later realised what a risk the woman had taken, she had clearly seen something within Tosh that had indicated that the teenager would find something special and valuable through it, and she had been right. It became her haven of peace and sanity in an increasingly insane world.
Leaving the hall lights on she shut the front door behind her. Her regular taxi driver smiled as she got in, and they headed deeper into the City.
Ten minutes later the car stopped opposite what looked like an ordinary large Victorian rectory, because that’s what it had been many years ago. Tosh was sure that Jack in particular would be amused that what was once a house lived in by a man of the Church would now be a Fetish House. Not an ordinary one, but one of the most exclusive Fetish Club’s in the country.
Tosh thanked the driver and headed inside, in that sort distance her persona changed from Toshiko Sato to Mistress Aoi Hasu, (Blue Lotus, in the English translation) most of her clients preferred to use the Japanese version of her name.
She was one of the Club’s two most experienced Mistresses and had an exclusive and regular client list, which included some of the most powerful men and women in Wales and the west of England.
She said her goodbyes to her colleagues at 4am, after a very satisfying night giving pain, and pleasure to her clients. Shutting the door behind her she headed down the steps before she noticed that in place of her usual taxi, there was a tall figure in a long coat.
She sighed
“Well, well Tosh. I hear you’re very good at what you do” Jack smirked.
Tosh was still on a high from her work, and couldn’t help but give out an uncharacteristic giggle.
“You’ve always known haven’t you” she replied.
Jack just grinned, and pointed to the SUV parked across the road.