He is silent for a moment, listening. There it is again. Unmistakable giggles. Oh, no…I’m hearing Rick and Leslie. That is the last thing I want t... listen to. I reach my arms around Kyle’s neck and press my lips to his, trying to lose myself in him and block out the sounds from next door. He rolls to the side and sits next to me, then reaches over and unzips my dress, pulling the spaghetti straps down my shoulders and off my arms, lowering the bodice to expose my bra. He slides a finger under. He asked the guy “How much money do you make a week?” A little surprised, the young man looked at him and said “I make $400 a week. Why?” The CEO said “Wait right here”.He walked back to his office, came back in two minutes, and handed the guy $1,600 in cash and said “Here’s four weeks’ pay. Now GET THE FUCK OUT and DON’T COME BACK!”Feeling pretty good about himself, the CEO looked around the room and asked “Does anyone want to tell me what that fuckstick slacker did here?”From across the room. .......? Stella hisses into his ear. ? Look at her!? She reaches down and grabs at his scrotum with her black leather gloved hand, squeezes -hard. He mews in pain but looks at Ingrid his face red and tears on his cheeks. ? You will show her the same respect as is given to me................total.? He bows his head. ? Yes Supreme Mistress.? He coughs, his head down. Stella is grinning at Ingrid, obviously enjoying herself. She mimes punching at him and waves Ingrid to do just that. ? Kneel !?. Back to the drawing board for her, and it would be another 6 weeks before she finally met her match… In the meantime, the rest of us still had to pass Prof Wrackoff’s Ab Psych class…Cassie and Kate and I had found ourselves in Abnormal Psychology 101 together, with Professor Peter Wrackoff (not his actual name obviously). We all had an inkling that maybe we wanted to major in psych, and this was one of the requirements if we did. We were thrilled to have the same class, it was.