Page 66 of Brie's Submission
Lea looked uncomfortable and took a quick sip of her drink.
Brie’s eyes widened. “Noway!”
“No way, what?” Mary snorted.
Brie shook her head in disbelief when she asked, “Lea, you don’t have a crush on Ms. Clark, do you?”
Lea grinned and shrugged. “What if I do? Ms. Clark is hot! I mean, you saw her blonde pussy up close, Brie. Isn’t that the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen? I was so jealous when Sir asked you to join her on stage.”
“Are you kidding me, Lea? Eating her was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.” When Brie saw her friend’s hurt expression, she quickly added, “But she does have a damn cute pussy.”
“If you’re talking hot then you must be talking about Sir,” Mary purred. “That man… Finest cock I haveeverhad.”
Brie felt her jealousy rise up like bile. She was about to rain down her feminine fury on Blondie when Lea spoke up. “You may have had Sir’s cock, but it’s easy to see Brie has his heart.”
Mary sputtered, “You’re wrong. Sure…he may have had a thing for her…but it’s over and done. Heck, he barely looks at her now.”
Good,Brie thought. At least Mary was clueless about their true feelings. Maybe the trainers were equally oblivious.Well, all of them except Marquis Gray.
Desperate to change the subject, Brie mentioned Master Coen. “Have you ever seen so many muscles before?”
Mary took the bait and commented, “Shit, he looks like Mr. Universe. I just wanted to lick all those muscles when I was on top of him.”
“You know, I don’t think he is all that sexy,” Brie told her. “Sure, I like muscles, but notmuscles. It’s too much.”
“Are you nuts?” Lea asked, her jaw hanging open. “Of all three men, he is the best looking. Whenever he takes his shirt off, I almost come.” She wiggled in her seat playfully. “Seriously, every time.”
“To each their own, I guess,” Brie answered, smiling into her glass as she took a sip. She wasn’t sure how either girl could think anyone held a candle to Sir.
Lea seemed to know it was pointless to argue about Sir with Brie, so she asked, “What do you think this week’s classes are going to be about?”
“You got me,” Brie replied. She looked at Mary, who didn’t say a word. The girl downed her drink and signaled the bartender for a new one. Both Brie and Lea could tell she was keeping a secret, and bugged her relentlessly until she spilled what she knew.
“You two are irritating like little Chihuahuas—yip, yip, yip. Fine. Enough already, I’ll tell you. I overheard Ms. Clark talking to Marquis Gray. I think we’re going to have a week of bondage.”
Brie’s heart did a flip.A whole week of bondage?It was a dream come true! Up to this point, she had only experienced light bondage, but the thought of diving deeper made her loins wet. “Are you sure?” she asked, not wanting to be disappointed.
“Clark was speaking about bondage to him after class on Thursday. She said something about not pushing one of us too far. Marquis Gray seemed to disagree. Something tells me one of us is going to havequitea week ahead…and I’m hoping it is me.” Mary signaled again to the bartender, looking impatient. “You guys need another?”
They both declined, but Lea remarked, “I think you could drink both of us under the table.”
“No doubt. You two are pussies.” Mary gave the bartender a flirtatious wink when she finally got his attention, and Brie couldn’t help noticing John’s lustful stare.
“This one’s on the house,” he announced when he handed Mary her new drink.
“Thanks, Hotcheeks,” Mary purred.
John grinned as he walked to the other side of the counter to take care of a regular. Although Brie had often flirted with John and considered himherbartender, it appeared he preferred blondes.Figures…
Lea watched the exchange and then looked at Brie knowingly. She leaned over and asked, “Wanna know what I heard?”
“What?”
She said in a solemn voice, “Continually blowing out the candle your Dom lights during wax play can have negative results.”
Brie cracked a grin. Lea was always good for a joke. “Oh, yeah? Well, I heard that when your Dom drops his whip it’s unwise to sing, ‘Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me.’”
Lea broke out in genuine laughter and Brie joined in, reveling in their easy friendship. When they’d quieted down, both looked over at Mary, waiting for her to add to the jovial moment. Mary shifted in her seat, looking upwards as she tried to pull something out of her head. “Okay, okay, I’ve got one. I heard that adding Sir or Mistress to ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ may be interpreted as a death wish.”
