A Visit to Lady Heather's

Gil Grissom sat in his overstuffed brown chair staring at the light as it edged it's way into his living room. The sun's ray's testified to another hot day in the desert. It was only 7:30 am and he was drinking Scotch. His thoughts scattered through his brain. He was a man conflicted over three women.

Sara, oh, what to do about her? She loved him, but she didn't know who he really was. The problem was he wouldn't let anyone really know him, because of the way he was. He couldn't believe that anyone could really love him. He was a 'ghost'. People couldn't love ghosts could they?

Sophia, oh, what a woman. He knew without a doubt the she wanted him and love wasn't in the equation. She offered him her body without commitment, without comment, without thought. He knew it was a possibility and he'd begun dating her away from the other's prying eyes, but with her, he just didn't feel "it".

Heather, oh my God, to be with her again would probably bring on a coronary. The sex was unbelievable, but that was all, and she would never allow him that pleasure again.

Gil's problems with these women were much more complicated than his desire for any of them combined. Sara and Sophia were both his employees and he had to maintain a professional demeanor with them, although Sara had once asked him out on a date and he refused, Sophia and he had dined together on more than one occasion. Heather on the other hand wasn't speaking to him because the last time he'd seen her, she was behind the one way window being interrogated by the police detective on suspicion of murdering two of her own employees.

Lady Heather ran the Dominion, an offbeat fetish club for S & M. He knew he needed her expertise now more than ever, so slowly between sips of the twelve year old Scotch, his favorite, he lifted his landline phone and slowly dialed her private number she'd given him nearly three years ago. He had memorized her number, although he'd never used it before today.

"Hello."

"Heather, it's Gil Grissom."

He heard her intake of breath at his name. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to call me, Mr. Grissom."

"Heather, I need to see you. Please."

"Mr. Grissom, is this a personal visit between the two of us or is it business?"

"Umm, personal for me, business for you."

She took several moments before answering, "You may come to the Dominion."

Gil hung up the phone and finally let his breath out. He tilted the glass back and let the remaining liquid fill him with a courage he did not quite feel. He picked up the phone again and dialed the number to order a cab.

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He sat at the table pouring tea into a delicately laced tea cup, remembering she did not take sugar in her tea because of diabetes. He hadn't been in this room for three years, but the room had not changed. Lady Heather, he believed, had on the same clothes she'd had on the last time they were together in this room. But of course, it was just a costume for her work. She looked very lovely in the black leather against her creamy white skin.

Music played softly in the background as she studied the man sitting before her. She had chosen the music of the group Evanescence to set the tone for their meeting. He needed something from her and she decided to cut to the chase.

"Mr. Grissom, you have the conflicted look of a man on the verge of a difficult decision."

Gil knew he could not hide from her gaze and looked into her brown eyes.

"Mr. Grissom, you once told me you knew yourself, but I sense you aren't as sure as you once were."

He looked into her eyes again. He realized he could hide nothing from this woman who knew him better than he knew himself. "Correct, as usual, Lady Heather."

"Can you express what it is that you need?"

Gil looked sharply at Heather. He smiled. "Yes, I know what I need, I just don't know how to go about getting it."

She appraised his appearance, sensed the alcohol in his system. "How long has it been since you were with a woman?"

"You." He quietly admitted.

"That long, poor Mr. Grissom. I don't know what to say."

"You, speechless," a short laugh escaped him, "I cannot believe that."

Several minutes went by as they sipped their tea in silence. She waited for him to break the silence.

"Lady Heather, I am torn between the desire for two women and cannot make a decision between them."

"Why chose?"

"I cannot have both."

"You want what every man desires."

"Yes, I want both of them at the same time, but that is not possible."

"Might I offer you two surrogates to help fulfill your desire?"

Gil was momentarily speechless. How did Heather read him so easily, when others could read nothing. He preferred to be anonymous, invisible to everyone, but Heather could read him like an open book. Sara professed an unspoken love for him with her light touches, and brushes against his body, but she didn't know him, she never seemed to know what he was thinking or wanting for her, unless they were working wordlessly together on a crime scene. Sophia could just look at him and he could read her desire. How could he chose between the two? Heather wasn't an option, not after he'd telephoned for a warrant for her medical supplies as he stood in this very room three years ago. Sara was so willing, so submissive to him. Sophia was so domineering, so hot.

"Gil, I have an intriguing proposition for you. Are you willing to try?"

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Gil Grissom casually pulled on a white lab coat over his dark pants and shirt. His "assistant" clad only in a short lab coat, with legs that seemed to go on forever, stood at his side. She answered to the name Lady Heather had supplied her, "Sara". She was a 30 something brunette with creamy white skin. Tall with a hint amusement at her lips.

They walked together down a Victorian hallway, complete with screams, and whips lashing from behind closed doors. 'Sara' pointed to the third door on the right. That was the one that had been assigned to them. As Gil opened the door, the interior took his breath. The room was completely white, with white curtains, gently flowing on a breeze from the ceiling fan. On white sheeted bed in the middle of the bed lay a beautiful blonde with her hair pulled up tight into a ponytail. She was dressed only in a white lacy demi bra and a frilly lacy thong. The woman was tall and as Gil looked he realized Heather truly knew his desires better than he knew them himself. Both of these women were ringers for the two women he wanted to be with but was unable to do so.

'Sara' moved into the room quickly and went to the edge of the bed. 'Sophia' turned over and brought her body into a sitting position at the edge of the bed.

Gil's cell phone ran unexpectedly in the pocket of his dark work pants. He reached for the phone without thought and flipped it open. "God, please don't let this be work" as he quickly breathed his name into the receiver. "Grissom."

"This is for you to explore as you want and as you direct. No strings, no conditions." Heather's sultry voice filled his ear.

"What do you mean?"

"You may have sexual contact with both of these women as you see fit."

"Heather, umm, this is just fantasy. This is acting out. This can't be real." Gil's voice lowered several notches as the 'Sophia' stood and reached for his hand. 'Sara' reached up to caress his right cheek as he held the phone at his left ear.

"Just let them do to you what you want, what you know you want. All you have to say is stop."

Gil looked slightly confused at the phone as he realized Heather had hung up on him. 'Sophia' forced him onto the bed by pushing him against his chest unexpectedly. 'Sara' reached for the sliding clasp on his pants and as she unzipped, 'Sophia' was removing his lab coat from his arms, pressing her lace covered breasts against his chest.

'Sara's' hands found their way into the waist band of his boxers as 'Sophia' pulled him into standing once again. His pants fluttered to the white carpeting.

Sophia looked into his eyes for permission. He closed his eyes. Wordlessly he nodded his head. Her fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he felt Sara's roaming over his boxers as she knelt between his legs. His penis was fully hard and tented the fabric of his lightweight boxers.

Sophia had finished with the buttons and was slowly kissing down his chest. Sara's mouth was on the material of his underwear feeling the strength of his erection. Sophia's hands moved to remove his shirt and gently pushed him into a sitting position on the bed. Sara moved with his penis. As he sat, the opening on his boxers gapped open and the head of his penis pushed through the opening, Sara's open mouth took his head. Sophia moved down to kneel with Sara. She cupped his sack and gently squeezed.

"Let's get him out of these so we can reach him more freely."

He positioned his hands beside his hips and pushed his bottom up as the two women pulled the boxers down his legs and removed them. When he lowered himself, his prick was overtaken by Sophia's tongue and Sara moved underneath to devour his balls. Sophia licked up and down the shaft and when she reached the base, both women's tongues met. In unison, both tongues spiraled upward along the length of him as he breath was coming out in spurts. Sara's tongue trailed downward and Sophia nipped at the head, lightly kissing along the opening, as Sara engulfed his balls again.

Sophia kissed the length of him with light gentle kisses and began licking at the base. Their tongues met again and spiraled together upward again.

Sophia easily licked down his hardened manhood as Sara's mouth enclosed over the head, then as Sophia leaned back, Sara's mouth completely took his penis into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth mad him buck into her face. He wanted nothing more than to fuck this woman's face as the other woman pushed him back further on the bed, spreading kisses over his torso, as he moved in the other's mouth.

Suddenly the mouth was gone. The tightness at his balls was relieved somewhat. The women positioned him into the middle of the bed between them as their hands and fingers explored every inch of his body.

He watched them as both his hands reached down to touch the women. The blonde raised up onto her knees and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts free. He reached to touch, but wanted so badly to suck her nipples. Sara's hands were between his legs rubbing his erection. Grissom's finger's pulled Sophia's thong to the side and slipped two fingers into her wet slit. She moaned in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Sara had opened her full mouth to take his penis all the way down her throat. Gil couldn't hold the bucking of his hips into her warm mouth. He knew he couldn't hold back his orgasm much longer as Sara's suction increased. The wetness of Sophia's cunt on his fingers as they moved in her and the feel of her full breast in his mouth was almost too much for him to take.

"I have to fuck now!" he thought as his hips were pistoning his prick into Sara's mouth, as his fingers slammed in and out of Sophia's very wet pussy. He was losing control fast and as his gizz flowed down Sara's throat, his body slowed as her lips left his penis.

Sara reached up to lick his fingers as he had removed them from Sophia after he'd cum. She began to toy with Sophia's clit with her fingers. Her tongue on Grissom's fingers gave her a taste of the other woman. Sara moved her head to between Sophia's legs and ate until the blonde was screaming and spasming.

Sophia moved to lay down on her back completely breathless. The gleam in Gil's blue eyes met the brown of Sara's and she reached to kiss him on the lips with the taste of the other woman's juices spread on each other's tongues.

Sara eased down to Grissom's right side. She'd brought both of them to orgasm with her mouth and she had yet to have one herself. Her head was in the crook of his shoulder and her hands made their way down her own body. Both of her hands cupped her breasts, teasing her own nipples with the tips of her fingers. Sophia and Gil both watched as Sara' right hand slid down her body into her slightly opened legs.

Her middle finger immediately flicked across her clit as she raised her left hand to her mouth, spit on her left fingers and moved her hand down to her left nipple and began rubbing her twisting her own nub. Both the man and woman watched her as her right middle finger moved like lightning across her clit as her left middle finger moved in same manner against her nipple.

Grissom captured her right nipple in his mouth as the blonde moves on her knees between Sara's legs. Sophia pushed Sara's finger out of her way as her tongue replaced the finger. Grissom slightly bit Sara's nipple and Sara moved her hand and cupped his face, moving her lips to hers. The kiss was demanding and urgent.

Sophia tongued Sara's wetness and alternately moved her tongue up and down, then side to side, as Sara squirmed at the sensation. Gressume's dick was slowly coming to life again as he and Sara kissed and he needed to be inside this woman now.

Suddenly he pulled away from Sara.

His voice deep with lust. "You move to the head of the bed and open your legs," he ordered the blonde. As she complied, his eyes moved to the brunette. "You on your stomach, head between her legs and open your ass to me."

Grissom got up from the bed and looked down at the women. The blonde's hands were on her own breasts; the brunette with her tongue again on the blonde's pussy. Sara's ass rode high in the air as she steadied on all fours. He pushed her down and angled his penis into her ass. He didn't know if he could contain himself.

He slammed his entire weight into his penis as he shoved into her welcoming opening. Her cheeks were spread and his balls slammed into her skin. This was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in all his almost fifty years. Sara's tight ass was taking all of him and her tongue worked it's way into Sophia's warm hole.

Grissom reached his right hand around Sara's waist and his finger made contact with her hardened clit. Sara pulled back from Sophia as the sensations overtook her as Grissom hammered into her and his fingers captured her wet sex. Sara lost herself into multiple orgasms as one after another shook her to her core. Grissom could feel the repeated spasms on his dick and on his fingers. He couldn't contain the tightness in his scrotum as he filled her for a second time with his semen.

"Oh Godgodsarasarahoneysaraoh..."

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Several hours later, Gil Grissom again poured tea into a delicate tea cup with matching tea pot.

Heather looked at the man before her. Grissom appeared much more relaxed and at ease than earlier.

"Mr. Grissom, do you mind if I offer some insight into your encounter?"

"Lady Heather, you may."

"Although the 'Sophia' surrogate provided you a sexual stimulate, the 'Sara' made you cum, twice I might add. You even called her name with the last eruption."

Grissom turned several shades of red, as she described his sexual encounter. "Were you watching?" he asked with a tinge of anger.

"Of course," she smiled as she sipped her tea. "You're earlier question of which woman you should be involved with is clear."

Several moments past in silence. Both drank their tea and settled the cups into the saucers again.

"Sara," he admitted. "Heather, ever since I've known her she's been 'in love' with me. And it scares me."

"Why does it scare you, Mr. Grissom?"

"She and I moved together as one mind sometimes and I don't really see her attraction to me. She's young and could destroy me, because she is so much like me."

"We are, of course, attracted to own image."

"I well understand that Lady Heather. That's why I'm scared. I know what I could do and I know what she could do to me. Being with her terrifies me. I know what I've done to her in the past. I've hurt her too many times to count and I cannot allow her to hurt me back."

"Mr. Grissom, go to her." Lady Heather finished her tea and placed the cup again into the saucier. "Do not fear this woman, because if you do, you fear yourself."

Gil looked at the leather clad woman as stood up to depart. She looked into his blue orbs and said, "You may let yourself out. You don't need me or this Sophia anymore. Sara is all you will ever need."

Lady Heather opened the door and as she was sliding out of the door, she wistfully looked back at him still seated at the table sipping his tea and said, "Good-bye Mr. Grissom."

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A/N: This was written for Bo on the occasion of his 55th birthday.