”, as I picked up my phone and hit the blinking “answer call” light. I also put it on speaker, so that Holly could hear both sides.I growled, �...Tell me what you are, bitch.”Beth’s shaky voice said, “Your slave, Sir.” She made it sound as if it was question.“Do you have any fucking idea how close you WERE and how close you ARE, to NOT being my slave, bitch?”She started to talk but it broke down into crying.“Shut up, NOW!” She stopped. There was a sniffle or two over the next few seconds, but I. Ha!I know older sluts and what they want.I wrote a short and curt response which ended with -"strip naked, write my name on your tits, pick up the phone and call me".I got a s**thing response back in which she claimed I wasn't her Dom and shouldn't pretend to be a Dom because Doms have to earn the respect of the subs. I told her she was trash and we started a beautiful relationship.For next 3 months this woman told me that she had lived a very secured, boring life. She had never experienced. You’re too drunk to drive, so you need to get a ride from Bill.”She’s right. I am too damned drunk to drive, but I’m uneasy about getting a ride from Bill. Before I know it, my fourth drink is done and there’s a fifth drink in front of me. I turn to Bill.“I’m already pretty drunk. I don’t know if I should drink any more.”“Finish that one and I’ll give you a lift.”We finish our drinks and leave the bar. Bill looks in good shape, but I’m staggering. Bill’s hand is all over my ass. We walk to a. He told me that the 3 that took the bait were fired when the returned to the dealership. Of the remaining 2. One returned to the dealer running his mouth. He was asked to leave not long after. The other kept his mouth shut. He quickly learned his silence was the key to success. This was a test. We rejoined the group and Jeff handed me a drink. Bourbon if I remember correctly. We BS-ed for a while talking about all of our hot women customers. Suddenly I heard the clicking of high heels on Jeff's.