At this point my plans for her were uncertain. One possibility was to be trained and used as my personal slave, another was selling her to a local les...ian biker gang.My speech began by introducing myself as a dominatrix and describing these possibilities to her. She had offended me by rejecting my initial offer of hospitality, by abducting her I was acting in her best interests. I made clear my disdain for the parasitic lifestyle she typified, with training she would see the error of her ways. “Get out of my way.”She stood, with him now slightly behind her, on the doorstep, and looked at me worriedly.“What is it Roddy?” she asked.“I foolishly thought when you gave your address to Cassie and said you hoped to see me soon, that you really did want to see me soon. Obviously so you could rub my face in your affair with this ... Nigel!”“No, Roddy I–”“As he said, I’m a nobody,” I ploughed on. “Well, this nobody came to explain something, and to ask you something.“None of it is relevant. .. hire Bobby ... hire him to take her out. Would he do that? What did a gigolo expect to do when he was hired?“Can I ask you a question?” she asked.“Sure,” he said.“If I hired you ... to take me on a date ... what would that mean?”“First off, you don’t have to hire me,” he said, grinning. “I’d take you on a date anyway.”She tried to think about that, but it was too tumultuous. If they just “went on a date” it would be too much like ... dating. It didn’t fit with her perception of him, wild and. Smiling, she turned away from the mirror and plopped down on my bed."I like it Belle, I just have to get used to it." Belle was my nickname,and she was the only one I allowed to call me that. It was short forIsabelle; everyone at school called me Izzie, but she preferred Belle,saying it sounded more true to my character, like a woman in a Harlequinromance novel. With long black ringlets pulled back with a ribbon, I hadto admit, I played up to the name 'Belle' very well.Jenna kicked off her.