It was a fast number and I shook my little ass all over the place just to tick Rhett off. I knew he was watching me.After the song ended a slow number...began. The man asked me to dance with him. At first I said no because I haven't been close with men since Rhett. I decided to hell with it and decided to dance with this guy. He was holding me closer than I cared but I didn't say anything. I knew that Rhett was staring at me. The clod decides to take a few liberties and puts his hand on my ass. I. Remember, your patrons will be the ultra-wealthy. They will expect to be protected, and protected by quality personnel who are far beyond the 'rent-a-cop' type. We can't have them hassled by people intent on making a fast buck from the wealthy, nor do we want them to have to worry about criminals trying to kidnap or otherwise take advantage of them. We want them to tell their friends that this is the place to be, not only to ski, but a place to relax and enjoy themselves the year round, and .... I saw the decorations in the great hall as I passed through it on my way. A lot of "good bye" and "good luck." I paused at the door, with a slight uneasy feeling, and turned back to her. My gagged mouth could do little but drool, but she read the questions in his eyes."Yes, whore, it's your goodbye party. Open the fucking door."As I swung it open to allow in the people I'd worked with for years, I fully understood the lack of mercy in my Lady.Chapter ThreeI had barely slept at all with the icy. The ring was big, and it pried her mouth wide open. The elastic spandex was pulling it in strongly. She immediately started to droll. She admired herself through the mirror, lifting her blindfold. Finally she placed her mirror in the bag, and knelt. She then slipped her hands into a loop made out of red ribbon. The loop had a nice bow on the top, and a zip-like tightening mechanism underneath. Piece by piece she used her constrained palms to pull it tight. When finished, she placed her foot.