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because they were tired of cleaning up your messes."
A tall skinny guy who 'd introduced himself as Burt Mathers let out a guffaw. "This is the guy that got you kicked out of Mistress Stacia's? He looks like a vanilla puppy!"
Just what I needed. Another sadist to stir Duff up.
"Don't look so nervous, sweetie!" The middle-aged woman called Catherine spoke from the other side of Tara. "The big bad Doms won't hurt your little boyfriend. Too bad." Her giggle sounded more like a deep rattle of phlegm. "But take some advice. If you want to play, you'll have to dress the part. You look like you took the wrong detour and ended up here instead of the PTA meeting."
Next to me, Tara stiffened. Don 't bite the bait baby. Why didn't I tell her how these people would search for buttons to push? Glancing around the table, I chose impromptu weapons I could effectively defend her with if the need came.
" Well, Catherine, I'll take that as a compliment." Tara's voice carried enough to silence the other conversations.
Catherine grinned, nasty anticipation making her cruel green eyes glow. "Honey, I'm sorry, but it wasn't meant as a compliment." She rattled more phlegm in a forced laugh and glanced around the table, searching for approval from the others.
" Are you sure?" Tara's voice was pure silk. "As the PTA leader, let me educate you. My ability to blend in, to look normal, is what makes me, and guys like Lucian, the better Dom. See, we can have our kink, without having to look like circus freaks. We dominate both lifestyles, and no one has a clue."
A chuckle forced itself past my lips at the priceless words, despite the seriousness of the situation. How had I doubted she could handle herself?
Silence fell around the table, then laughter broke out. Apparently at least some of the others liked seeing Catherine fall on her face, including Duff whose laughter gunned out like a plastic machine gun.
Catherine scowled and glared at Tara. "Don't think this is over, little whore. When you least expect it, I'll be there to kick your ass."
Tara grinned. "Baby girl, when you feel like trying, come on. Bigger and badder than you have tried and failed. Of course, you wouldn't want to be disqualified here, would you?"
" Catherine, I think she's got you there." Duff tossed back the rest of his wine. "Bane, I think I've figured it out. She's the Dom. You're just here as her sub."
I kept my breathing under careful control and merely raised my glass in salute, agreeing like a good little peacemaker that I was. All the trash talk was yet another aspect of the lifestyle I didn 't care for.
" Hello, everyone." The tall blonde who'd acted as announcer during the auditions approached the table. "I see you're all becoming acquainted."
A couple of the others greeted her, but she didn 't bother to give her name to anyone. So, she considered herself The Domme in the room. Interesting.
" I'm sure you're all ready for updates?"
The table erupted in murmurs that amounted to affirmatives.
"First, assuming you're interested, I have some of the details for how you are being judged." She signaled someone out of sight behind her and the lights went down partway and a screen on the opposite wall lit up to display Gladiator, Inc.'s corporate logo. "You were aware coming in that your suites were wired and that the footage would be available online via pay-per-view subscription. You haven't been privy to the scoring criteria, and you won't be until the end of the competition. Raw and natural talent. That is what we're looking for. We don't want play Dom's we want real Doms. And that is how we will find them. If you have it, you have it. If you don't…" She twirled her hand in the air with a roll of her eyes then turned back to the screen with a handheld remote.
" At the moment, Team Five is in last place." She quickly went through the scores and placings, in reverse. "And in first place, Mr. Burt and Catherine."
Tara and I 'd made third. What a miracle. We
A tall skinny guy who 'd introduced himself as Burt Mathers let out a guffaw. "This is the guy that got you kicked out of Mistress Stacia's? He looks like a vanilla puppy!"
Just what I needed. Another sadist to stir Duff up.
"Don't look so nervous, sweetie!" The middle-aged woman called Catherine spoke from the other side of Tara. "The big bad Doms won't hurt your little boyfriend. Too bad." Her giggle sounded more like a deep rattle of phlegm. "But take some advice. If you want to play, you'll have to dress the part. You look like you took the wrong detour and ended up here instead of the PTA meeting."
Next to me, Tara stiffened. Don 't bite the bait baby. Why didn't I tell her how these people would search for buttons to push? Glancing around the table, I chose impromptu weapons I could effectively defend her with if the need came.
" Well, Catherine, I'll take that as a compliment." Tara's voice carried enough to silence the other conversations.
Catherine grinned, nasty anticipation making her cruel green eyes glow. "Honey, I'm sorry, but it wasn't meant as a compliment." She rattled more phlegm in a forced laugh and glanced around the table, searching for approval from the others.
" Are you sure?" Tara's voice was pure silk. "As the PTA leader, let me educate you. My ability to blend in, to look normal, is what makes me, and guys like Lucian, the better Dom. See, we can have our kink, without having to look like circus freaks. We dominate both lifestyles, and no one has a clue."
A chuckle forced itself past my lips at the priceless words, despite the seriousness of the situation. How had I doubted she could handle herself?
Silence fell around the table, then laughter broke out. Apparently at least some of the others liked seeing Catherine fall on her face, including Duff whose laughter gunned out like a plastic machine gun.
Catherine scowled and glared at Tara. "Don't think this is over, little whore. When you least expect it, I'll be there to kick your ass."
Tara grinned. "Baby girl, when you feel like trying, come on. Bigger and badder than you have tried and failed. Of course, you wouldn't want to be disqualified here, would you?"
" Catherine, I think she's got you there." Duff tossed back the rest of his wine. "Bane, I think I've figured it out. She's the Dom. You're just here as her sub."
I kept my breathing under careful control and merely raised my glass in salute, agreeing like a good little peacemaker that I was. All the trash talk was yet another aspect of the lifestyle I didn 't care for.
" Hello, everyone." The tall blonde who'd acted as announcer during the auditions approached the table. "I see you're all becoming acquainted."
A couple of the others greeted her, but she didn 't bother to give her name to anyone. So, she considered herself The Domme in the room. Interesting.
" I'm sure you're all ready for updates?"
The table erupted in murmurs that amounted to affirmatives.
"First, assuming you're interested, I have some of the details for how you are being judged." She signaled someone out of sight behind her and the lights went down partway and a screen on the opposite wall lit up to display Gladiator, Inc.'s corporate logo. "You were aware coming in that your suites were wired and that the footage would be available online via pay-per-view subscription. You haven't been privy to the scoring criteria, and you won't be until the end of the competition. Raw and natural talent. That is what we're looking for. We don't want play Dom's we want real Doms. And that is how we will find them. If you have it, you have it. If you don't…" She twirled her hand in the air with a roll of her eyes then turned back to the screen with a handheld remote.
" At the moment, Team Five is in last place." She quickly went through the scores and placings, in reverse. "And in first place, Mr. Burt and Catherine."
Tara and I 'd made third. What a miracle. We
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