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“How did they do in your class?”

“They were fine,” I replied.

“Was it bad?” He sounded a little irritated.

“Not really,” I said, leaning back in my office chair.

“Ok, what’s going on? Did you hate them? You’re usually not so tight-lipped about these types of things,” he said.

“No, nothing, I?—”

“Was it Luke or his wife? I know she hasn’t been exposed to this lifestyle and she might be a little up?—”

“She’s not uptight, she is?—”

“Now she speaks,” he chuckled.

I scowled even though he couldn’t see it.

“Fine, if you really want to know, she asked me to teach her to be a Domme,” I said, instantly regretting telling Vincent.

“Teach her?” He sounded intrigued. “And are you?”

Yes.

“I don’t know, I don’t give one-on-one lessons often,” I said, attempting to sound flippant, grasping at an excuse that didn’t sound plausible

“Would it be different than them paying for your time? What’s holding you back?” He sounded concerned.

I want both of them.

“They are a married couple and while I teach in a group setting or one on one, teaching her with her husband thereseems like a recipe for disaster,” I sighed. “They are in marriage counseling and adding me into the mix seems like the wrong thing to do.”

“You’ve never been one to run from a problem,” Vincent teased. “Teach her a few things and call it a day. Do it at the club in a controlled setting.”

When he said it like that it, it sounded easy. Was I just making this more difficult than it needed to be? Probably.

“Wait… are you?—”

“I have to go, bye,” I said, hanging up before he said something I didn’t want to hear.

I set my phone down thinking about what he had said. This was what I did, teach women to take the reins and be the woman she always wanted to be. I loved helping women find their inner Domme, I thrived on it. Why was I so reluctant about helping them?

I was just being ridiculous. Yes, I found them attractive, but I found so many people attractive and I never acted upon it. Except that wasn’t it, if I was being really honest with myself. If I ended up liking them and they thought this lifestyle wasn’t for them, it would be like all the other Subs I had. No one stayed.

This was the worst idea.I didn’t know why I was doing this, but I stared at the number I had already entered on my phone. My finger was hovering over the call button as another surge of uncertainty hit me. I scolded myself, then hit dial. It rang a few times and a little relief started to run through me.

“Hello, this is Camila,” she said, her voice sending goosebumps up my spine.

“Hello, Camila.” I tried not to purr. “It’s Genevieve.”

“Oh, uh, hello, hi,” she stuttered.

“I figured it would be better if we discussed your email over the phone,” I said walking around my living room. “Is this a good time?”

“Uh, I mean yes, this is a good time,” she stumbled over her words again.

I couldn’t help but love it.

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