It’s good. This is my kink. I own it. I should enjoy it.
I’m wet.
I hope they can’t see it.
Mal drones on over my head about the colour and the distinctive pattern and all that, ending up with a fulsome compliment to Dimitri on his technique.
‘You have a great skill,’ he says, ‘though I’m not sure Rosie would agree. Eh, Rosie?’
I shake the pleasurable blur from my head, cursing him for making me participate. ‘He knows what he’s doing,’ I mutter.
‘He does! I guess you’ve been behaving yourself ever since, eh?’
‘I guess,’ I grouch amid knowing laughter from the audience.
‘Thank you, ladies, your assistance is much appreciated. Now, are there any questions?’
Trixietots and I cover our behinds and leave the stage.
‘Hey, do you and your new friend fancy a drink upstairs afterwards?’ she asks brightly. ‘I don’t think the pub will let me in dressed like this.’
‘I don’t think so,’ says Dimitri, heading for the door.
‘Aw, why not?’
‘I have to discuss Rosie’s bad behaviour with her.’
‘Eh, what?’ I protest.
‘You think this is a good way to behave?’ He raises an eyebrow at me. ‘Rosie, you just show your ass to the whole room. I am very disappointed. Now let’s go home and I will think of your punishment.’
He is evil, yet the best kind of evil. The kind I want.
‘Lucky girl,’ says Trixietots wistfully, as we walk out of the room.
She’s not wrong.