I remember when we started calling them Alpha and Omega in school. The three of us used to hang out through the years. My dark hair providing some sep...ration between their brilliant red mops, my common sense blunting some of their more insane plans. But only some of them. Alice voluntarily showed me her cute behind (yes, freckled) when we were nine, and Ollie felt obliged to match the offer. I was required to bare some of my own skin in return, but the girls weren't much interested in a rear. I took a quick glance around the bar area as I entered my "playground" for the evening. A few men and women sitting around the bar, no couples that I could see, mostly single or married people out on their own. The bar stools were quickly being taken by others entering the place. This is fantastic, I thought, my kind of place and plenty of lonely males around. I have a few places where I go, so if one place doesn't work out for me I move on to another place, "bar hopping" you could say. I hate. "Slave, we're going to Las Vegas on Friday, returning on the Sunday afternoon. You will meet me at the American Airlines ticket counter at 10:00 AM sharp. I'll tell you what you may bring on Thursday." The text made Brenda's heart race. She had never gone away with Master before. All of their meetings had been nearby, most were at the farmhouse. The others were at hotels and other places where no one could see them. None of the meetings had lasted more than a few hours. Three days and two. ‘Well, he spanked me, and then, um…Darius please don’t be angry, but then he...made me, oh yes, suck his dick.’ Darius blinked. ‘What? And did you do it?’ He felt his blood freeze. Isabelle looked at him plaintively. ‘Darius, please don’t be angry! I had no choice! He was going to force me to see him after school, but I just wanted to see you…’ Darius didn’t know what to say. He wanted to be sick, he wanted to kill this Mr Edwards. How fucking dare he. How fucking dare he take my.