A Little Girl Time
Brie looked over at Mary, formerly known as Blonde Nemesis, while she sipped on her gin martini. She’d taken the girls to a local joint with cheap drinks and a casual atmosphere for their feminine ‘debriefing’ after the second auction. The bartender was a friend of Brie’s, so he made their drinks strong in appreciation of her patronage. It wasn’t a sexy hangout spot by any means, but they could chat in their long coats—which covered their school uniforms—and no one would question it or bother them.
Tonight was all about sharing the little details only girls share with each other. However, Brie had invited Mary, and that choice seemed to be stifling the conversation. She decided a few personal (but not too deep) questions might help the girl to open up. “So Mary, I heard that you work in a pharmacy. What made you decide on that career choice?”
It was such a basic question, but it got a bizarre response. Mary turned beet red and twitched in her seat. Then she grabbed her rum and Coke and downed half of it. “It’s stupid. I don’t want to talk about it.”
Lea crinkled her brow in disgust. “Seriously, you won’t even talk about that? You suck.”
Mary remarked snidely, “I suck better than you, Gagalicious.”
Brie slammed her fist on the bar counter. “That’s enough, Mary. I brought you along because I wanted to get to know you and have a few laughs. But if you plan on being a bitch the whole night, then leave. Lea and I don’t need that shit.”
Mary put her hands in the air in a mocking sign of surrender. “Whoa, don’t get your panties in a wad there, Brie.”
Lea held up her glass threateningly. “You’d better leave now if you don’t want this drink in your face.”
Mary gathered her purse and stood up, but then she settled back in her chair. She quickly finished off her drink and asked the bartender for another one. “Oh, and get these girls whatever they want…and double it.” She added with a smirk, “Apparently, they need to be drunk to stand me.”
“Are you going to behave?” Brie asked.
“Yes, Miss Bennett.”
Brie relaxed a little and gave Lea a nudge with her shoulder. “You can put your drink down, Lea.” Then she addressed Mary. “So why did you choose to be a pharmacist?”
“If you must know, I became a pharmacist because of the movie It’s a Wonderful Life.”
Lea lifted her glass up again and growled, “What? Do you have to make a joke about everything? Brie just asked you a serious question.”
Mary snapped, “I am being serious, damn it. And if you give me a hard time I’m going to punch one of your fake boobs!”
Brie quickly scootched her stool in between the two of them. “Okay, so how did an old Christmas movie make you want to become a pharmacist?”
Mary huffed irritably before answering. “You know the scene where the pharmacist accidentally gives the wrong medication that could have killed the child? Well, when I saw that growing up, I knew that’s what I wanted to be because I would never make that mistake. In my mind, a dedicated pharmacist is an unsung hero.”
“I definitely never thought of it that way before,” Lea commented, sipping her drink instead of splashing it over Mary.
“But aren’t you too young to be a pharmacist?” Brie asked, knowing it took years of extra schooling.
“I graduated early.” She shrugged indifferently. “It’s not a big deal if you’re smart and motivated.”
Brie looked at her rival with more respect. “Who would guess an old black and white movie could inspire someone’s life?” She stared directly into Mary’s eyes, wanting her to know she was being sincere when she added, “I don’t think you should be embarrassed about your reasons for wanting to be a pharmacist. It shows an intriguing side to your character.” Brie clinked her glass against Mary’s and took a sip.
Lea leaned in, instantly changing the subject. “So, what do you guys think of Marquis Gray?”
“It’s easy to see what you think,” Mary said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t think we aren’t aware of all those lusty stares you give the man.”
“Am I that obvious?” Lea asked in concern.
Brie nodded. “The only reason I consented to a flogging was the way you looked at him after he ‘punished’ you.”
Lea blushed a nice shade of pink, all the way down to her overabundant cleavage. “Oh, but he does know how to whip a girl. I’m grateful for any session I get with Marquis.”
Brie shuddered pleasantly, remembering her own experience. “He is quite talented with the flogger.” Then she frowned and added, “Although…his dark eyes scare me. It’s as if they see straight into my soul and discover things even I don’t know about myself. It’s freaky.”
Mary grumbled, “I don’t know what is wrong with that man. He hasn’t shown any interest in teaching me, and I’m obviously the one who wants what he has to offer.”
Brie was afraid to share her thoughts, knowing how sensitive Mary was about her past. She was certain Marquis Gray didn’t want to train Mary until she had worked through the unresolved issues stemming from her violent childhood.
Lea jumped back in and asked, “What about Ms. Clark?”
“She’s a bitch,” Brie answered.
“Hear, hear!” Mary lifted her glass.
Lea looked uncomfortable and took a quick sip of her drink.
Brie’s eyes widened. “No way!”
“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 have ever had.”
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 not muscles. 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 have quite a 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 him her bartender, 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.”
“Nice,” Lea complimented. “Oh, that’s a definite keeper.”
When it was time to leave, Brie invited both girls to her place to film their thoughts about that past week for her documentary.
“Are you insane?” Mary bristled. “There is no way I would let you record me. Go to hell.” Her response didn’t necessarily surprise Brie—that girl was all kinds of closed doors.
“Suit yourself, Mary,” Lea answered gleefully. “I can’t wait to find out all the juicy details of Brie’s time with Doctor Harris.”
“Oooh, and I can’t wait to find out what having a Domme is like.” Brie turned to Lea and asked, “What was she like, anyway?”
“I’m not saying a word until we get to your place.” Lea grinned at Mary impishly. “Ta-ta, Mary. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
The two headed to her apartment, leaving Mary behind. On the drive there, Brie reflected that Blondie still had a long way to go before she would truly be one of the team, but tonight had been a decent start. Mary’s line of, “Are you fucking kidding me, Sir?” would play in Brie’s mind from now on whenever she wanted to say no to her Doms.
Even better was Mary’s revelation that this week they would be focusing on bondage lessons. Brie quivered in excitement at the delightful opportunities waiting ahead.
Read more in Love Me, the second book in the Brie's Submission Series.
