His optimistic approach always warmed me up, and the thought of being his for a time provoked some wonderful fantasies.What would he do to me if I off...red myself? Would he treat me like the gentleman he always appeared to be?I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to live with Jim. I doubted he would try to force anything on me.At the same time, he was so attractive that if he did make any advances, I might not be able to resist.Being wagered in a bet was humiliating, but it was also. "Well you better get on with it hadn't you 'Mark'," she shot me an amused look, "I'll find someone else to cover the premiere. Maybe I'll go with Rod?"Rod Clements was a very ambitious colleague, almost as ambitious as me."Well if you can stand his bad breath for a couple of hours, I hope you have a wonderful evening." I got up to leave."Did I give you permission to go Dave?" she smirked again."May I leave please?" I sighed in exasperation, sure that news of my behaviour was soon going to be. ..hard. She said thank you and being a gentlemen I said you're welcome. Brittney walked out and I walked out after her. I grabbed a blunt and made me another drink. I was sweating thru my t-shirt.Another girl was standing by. Her name was Lavondra. Lavondra was short and a bit of a tom boy, she looked at me and was like,"Damn Ryan you all sweaty and shit." I looked at her an said...why you don't like sweaty guys? She answered back and said," No,I like that shit!" Without hesitation I took her. One Friday afternoon, our Mistresses took us all to tattoo parlours to get tattooed. The owner was a Persian American Goth who was a close friend of Nita's and the other girls' and also hated Bush and the Pentagon.Once all of four of us Germanic men were tattooed, our Mistresses forced us to display ourselves for their enjoyment.On each of our necks were the initials of our Mistresses.For Patrick, his front body said "Persian Property" and he had two nipple rings that had been attached together.