Links to all parts:
1/14 - ... who is Lady A-? 2/14 - Interlude: Irv is Frustrated 3/14 - ... how much submission excites her. 4/14 - ... if Andrea has a girlfriend. 5/14 - Interlude: Irv Finds Ammunition 6/14 - ... the identity of her playmates. 7/14 - Interlude: More Frustration for Irv. 8/14 - ... how much her friends value her. 9/14 - ... how much of a turn on Lady S- is. 10/14 - Interlude: Irv Gets a Warning 11/14 - ... how many kneel to Lady A-. 12/14 - Interlude: Irv in Lust 13/14 - ... how life could get any better. 14/14 - ... what was coming in the future. Author: TrialPenmanship
Title: She shouldn't want to know...
Chapter: 6/14 - ... the identity of her playmates.
Rating: M/NC-17
Pairing: Emily/Serena (Miranda/Andrea established)
Prompt: None
Length/Word Count: 8k+
Summary: Emily shouldn't want to know the things she finds out even if she does likes it afterwards
Disclaimer: Devil Wears Prada, the book and the movie are owned by their respective producers. I am making no money from this foray into femslash fanfiction.
A/N: Once again, I labeled the sections as chapters though they are very short.
A/N: Also once again, this hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine alone.
A/N: There is a lot of backstory here that isn't included. I might be able to be persuaded to put that into writing.
A/N: This deals with bondage and discipline. I am not in the lifestyle so it is probably all bull*, but know that the characters don't view themselves as being in the lifestyle. It applies to certain aspects of their personal lives so that they have an area where they may relax.
At noon Serena led Emily away from her desk. That she was up and walking rather than continuing to sit was a relief, but Serena led her to Miranda's office.
"Relax. You've done nothing wrong. Miranda just wanted to see us." The tall woman coaxed the redhead and took her hand.
"But, I never received a call or email." Then another thought struck her. "Do I look alright?" She frantically checked her hair and clothing to make sure everything was in its place.
"You're beautiful, Emily. Relax," and they walked past the second assistant as she covered for lunch.
"Close the door, Serena." Miranda said without looking up from the layout she was inspecting. "Emily, how long before you think you'd be ready to assume the position of Art Director?" She looked up at the two women.
"Two months if you don't mind rejecting my work as I learn. Six months and I'd be nervous but willing. A year and I should be confident." Emily was starting to panic as she worried about Nigel.
"I believe that you do yourself a disservice. And don't worry about Nigel. We have something in mind." Miranda actually smiled at this.
Emily had always believed that Miranda was perfect and she still held that opinion. However, now she found herself comparing the editor to Lady A- and finding that they matched, ice and fire. The white-haired woman stood and walked around the desk so that the trio shared an intimate discussion space.
"Emily. I need to know if I can trust your discretion. Are you able to continue working with people though you know things about them that may make you uncomfortable?"
"Miranda, I would never betray your trust!" Emily wasn't truly offended but she felt that Miranda should know that about her already. When Miranda quirked an eyebrow at her she quickly said. "As long as it isn't immorally unlawful, I have no problem."
A small smirk formed on her bosses face as she said, "Lady A- said that she trusted you, but that our trust was ours to bestow."
"Lady A-?" Emily felt herself go pale. "You know about Andrea?"
Miranda's smirk seemed permanently anchored to her lips. "Miss Ermine," she said and nodded.
Emily looked about wildly suspecting a hidden camera or Andrea to come running out of nowhere. She found Serena's face as an anchor.
"Miss Lynx," she said softly.
Emily reacted, caught in a fight or flight reflex that wouldn't resolve the stress, she fainted.
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