"Can you transfer me to them?" They don't work nights," said the man. "You can call them back in the morning." Oh," said Mitch again. "Well, OK, I gue...s, can you give me that number?"There was silence on the line. Then a dial tone confirmed that the man had hung up on him.Jessica Dauphine looked at her patient. He was in bad shape. She lifted the gown, in preparation for giving him a sponge bath. His care in the ER had involved cleaning him up only in those areas where they needed to put in. Not even discussing its soundness, it left entirely up the question: what happens when a Dominant Woman asks to be invited for a drink? Boris’ entire mental construct collapsed in an eye-blink: refusing Goddess to pay for her drink would amount to refusing the hottest girl to invite her, which was probably even more of a loser attitude than to actually pay while not expecting anything from her, as a submissive should. And Goddess Persephone had indeed checked that he was a submissive.Although. She thrust her chest out and parted her legs slightly, challenging these inexperienced man-boys with her nudity.“Well,” she said. “You can’t fuck me with your pants on! Choose a hole and get your cocks out, the clock is ticking!”They stripped, not looking at each other. They seemed hesitant, trying to shield themselves from each other’s eyes as much as from Mel’s. They stood awkwardly, trying to cover themselves with their hands. The fat one still had his t-shirt on, the Asian guy had a skinny. These were some of the girls from my school that walked the hallways in their uniform and it was great seeing them in much more revealing clothing.Some guys were getting head in the living room and others had taken a couple of girls upstairs to have a threesome. I had to act and find a girl who was alone like me. All of them seemed to be either with their boyfriend or with another girl.“Fuck, I look like a loser,” I thought, feeling my face redden under the mask.I waited in the living room.