By now totally naked, Alexandra inspected the two women who were showing no signs of fear, rather an insolent indifference. ‘Thank you, Maxine, you ...ay leave us.” Alexandra had never taken her predatory eyes off the two women. She addressed the older of the two. “You know why you are here?” The woman nodded. “You two will fight for our amusement. The winner will receive one thousand, American. She will also give the loser twenty-five strokes with the cane which hangs on the wall.” She pointed. I’m heading back to the office in a little bit, but Courtney is here and dad will be home soon.” She listens for a second. “Okay, honey, I’ll see you later tonight. Love you. Bye.” She turns to me and says, “Your sister is going out to eat with the volleyball team. I’m going into work for a little while, but I’ll be home for dinner.” She picks up her purse and leaves. “Well, well, well,” I say to myself, “Looks like I’m all alone here, with nobody to hear my moans… should they happen to come. " Ivy smiled timidly, and looked back into the mirror. No, she wasn't any model, but she did look really good. A black, very slimming cocktail dress with only one shoulder "strap" and silk flowing out at the ends, she looked...well, almost like a model. Her legs were long, and she teetered upon very high sexy strapped black glittery heels. Sparkling diamonds adorned her ears and neck as well as her ankle. Ivy smelt like an expensive perfume and having had her nails done up in a French manicure,. Tony: O-kay. You know, those of us in the story sound pretty normal compared to you.aroslav: I should be so normal.Tony: Back to writing erotica. How did that all start?aroslav: My alter-ego who shall not be named was writing a mystery about playing blackjack in Reno.Tony: Is that the three Bs story?aroslav: The current draft is called "Blackjack. Blackmail. Blacklist." Not a very thrilling title, though, so it will probably change again. Originally he was going to call it "Double Down," but.