Drake was what the horny females called ‘a risky shag,’ he was extremely handsome but he would more than likely just glare at you if you came onto...him. Not to mention he was known to be quite violent and aggressive so people assumed he’d be like that in bed. Needless to say these types of girls made me want to vomit. “You know Callista, you could be a little more subtle when you’re staring at me,” Drake drawled lazily. “I could, but that requires caring if you caught me,” I said with a shrug.. I started to suspect that although she was professionally a BDSM performer, personally she was a sub. That she craved to be dominated and controlled by a much more powerful and confident man than her.Well, my suspicions were not unfounded. Her place was close to the café we picked, so she invited me to her home "for yet another drink". While at the café she gave me a lot of hints about her pleasureless sex life, how her slave does not satisfy her, and how powerful she feels on stage, yet. However, when trainees finished losing their last meal and rinsing their mouth out, they were right back to the body they were assigned. As the class progressed, the buckets were used less and less often. The students would never forget what they learned though. The intense classes had tested them, but what the trainees learned would be invaluable if ever needed. Even the instructors learned a great deal from each other.As the weeks passed, nerves were steadied, and relationships started to. So Alex told her the story of Gail's hangout in St. Louis, "The Abbey". Once he started telling the story, Cate started filling in details and they got so caught up in their own recollections they were both feeling better when they finally finished, and Leanna had a much better idea of just how intimate everyone in Alex's 'organization' was, even the outsiders, family and friends. Leanna seemed to be about to say something when someone's phone rang.Since Cate had taken over Alex's scheduling.