Page 127 of Brie's Submission
She announced to both girls, “We are headed to my home. This is our last auction debrief and we are partying all night long!”
Brie eagerly opened her apartment to her friends, proud of the array of drinks and foods she had accumulated for the occasion. It was every bit as extravagant as the spread they’d had at the Center, and had taken weeks to save up for. She also had her camera ready.
Mary eyed it suspiciously. “I amnotgoing to interview for you.”
“You don’t have to,” Brie assured her. “I just want to record our evening. I’ll edit it later and let you look it over. I promise I won’t use any footage you aren’t comfortable with. I just want us to enjoy ourselves without worrying about the camera.”
“Hey, I’m totally down with that,” Lea said, going over to the lens and blowing a kiss.
Brie grinned. “Thanks, girlfriend.”
“Oh, is that how it is? You playing favorites, Miss Bennett?” Mary snarked.
“Only if you won’t agree to being filmed.”
“Blackmail.”
Brie bumped hips with her playfully. “The blackmailiest.”
“Bitch.”
“The bitchiest.”
Mary swatted her ass lightly, causing Brie to squeal in pain. “Okay, fine, Miss Bennett, but I have final say.”
Brie moved a safe distance away before answering, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Mary Quite Contrary.”
Brie herded her friends to her couch with their favorite drinks and snacks. She sat down gingerly, finding the position that hurt the least. The three spent the night sharing not only the details of their last Auction Day, but their favorite moments from their time at the Center.
“My favorite has to be the violet wand,” Lea blurted.
“Not your outing with Ms. Clark?” Mary asked sarcastically.
“Well, that was exceptional. However, that wand… I’m telling you, I haven’t felt anything like it.”
“What about you?” Brie asked Mary.
Mary instantly clammed up and stared at the camera.
“It won’t bite, woman. Pretend it’s not there and tell me what you liked.”
Mary took a deep breath. She turned away from the camera before she spoke. “Hmm… So much to choose from. You have to admit we are the luckiest women alive. So many Doms and so many scenarios to reflect on.”
“True,” Brie agreed, “but which was your favorite?”
“Oh, hell… Marquis Gray.”
Brie and Lea nodded in unison. Lea grinned. “Totally makes sense. He is a master of the flogger.”
“I do like Marquis…” Brie said dreamily.
“I would ask that man to collar me if it was allowed,” Mary said, taking a sip of her drink.
Brie felt a cold chill.Allowed?Mary must not know what she was talking about. The waiting was almost over… Once they’d graduated from the course, the trainers would be fair game.
Mary shocked Brie again when she added, “But I sure would like to take a spin with Faelan.”
Brie felt her hackles instantly rise. “Why?”
