huge hug. “Thank you! OMG, when Marquis said he wanted to scene with me, I about died! Thank you, girlfriend!”
Brie hugged her back. “Yeah, I won’t lie. When he asked who I wanted him to flog I was tempted to say, ‘Me!’ But since it can’t be me, then I want it to be you.”
Lea squealed, “I love having you for a best friend!”
Brie gave her a long, hard squeeze. It was good to see Lea again. “Girl, I had the weirdest interview with Ms. Clark.”
Lea grabbed her hand and forced her to sit on the couch. “Tell me about it. I was wondering how it went.”
“Well, she was intimidating and rude like she always is with me, but it all changed when I asked her why she hated me.”
“You asked her that on camera?”
“Yeah. I’ve never understood it and I finally just cracked. I had to know.”
“What did she tell you?”
“She made me turn off the camera before she would answer, but then she gave me the whole ‘you’re rude and not submissive enough’ routine. I pressed her further and she claimed I’m an itch she needs to scratch.”
Lea’s draw dropped in disbelief. “She was coming onto you?”
Brie burst out laughing. “No! I have no idea what she was trying to say. I even asked her, but she just up and left the interview.”
“Go back… What exactly did she say?”
“Something like, ‘I’m like an itch she must scratch. Everything about me rubs her wrong and yet…’”
“And yet what?”
“I don’t know! That’s what I asked her and she ended the interview.”
Lea shook her head sadly. “Mistress has been extremely aloof since you and Sir returned from Russia. I have no idea what’s going on with her.”
“It must be something to do with Rytsar; it has to be. Ugh…I hate mysteries! Sir won’t let me talk about it, but it’s killing me not to know what happened between those three, and why I am somehow caught in the middle of it.” She slumped on the couch and whined, “It’s not fair…”
Brie understood that Sir did not care for gossip, but was it really gossip when she only wanted to find out about Ms. Clark’s past because it was affecting her personally? “Did you hear anything more about Rytsar from Ms. Clark?”
Lea leaned forward, exposing her overflowing bosom to Brie. “Funny you should ask. Right before you left on your trip, she opened up a little about Sir. Whatever mistake she made with Rytsar caused the Russian to go ballistic. His reaction was swift and terrible. Sir stepped in, which is why Mistress holds your Master in such high regard. I have never heard her say anything bad about Sir,” she laughed, “other than that he was an idiot to collar you.”
Brie hit her friend’s shoulder. “I didn’t need to hear the last bit, Lea.”
“Well, I need to keep you humble. It’s my job.”
Brie looked up at the clock. “Nuts, I better get things set up for your flogging.”
Lea squealed again. “I’m so excited!”
“Well, if you want it to happen, you’d better help.”
“I’d do anything for you, Stinky Cheese.”
Brie gave her another hug. “Thanks. I really freaked out after Ms. Clark’s interview, but now I think I have a better understanding. Unfortunately for me, I am just an innocent bystander who happens to remind Ms. Clark of her past—a past she wishes she could change. Maybe that’s what she meant by me being an itch she needs to scratch.”
Lea looked at her sadly. “I wish she would just let Rytsar go. There are others who want to love her, but she won’t let anyone near her.”
Brie shuddered. “I still don’t get you, Lea. You can do much better than Ms. Clark, trust me.”
“Oh, like you can do better than Sir?”
Brie’s laughter filled the room. “Oh, no. I got the best of the best.”
Lea pressed her breasts together and tilted her head comically. “And that’s why Tono is your Master now?”
Her attempt at a joke stabbed Brie in the heart. She closed her eyes, trying not to cry.
Brie hugged her back. “Yeah, I won’t lie. When he asked who I wanted him to flog I was tempted to say, ‘Me!’ But since it can’t be me, then I want it to be you.”
Lea squealed, “I love having you for a best friend!”
Brie gave her a long, hard squeeze. It was good to see Lea again. “Girl, I had the weirdest interview with Ms. Clark.”
Lea grabbed her hand and forced her to sit on the couch. “Tell me about it. I was wondering how it went.”
“Well, she was intimidating and rude like she always is with me, but it all changed when I asked her why she hated me.”
“You asked her that on camera?”
“Yeah. I’ve never understood it and I finally just cracked. I had to know.”
“What did she tell you?”
“She made me turn off the camera before she would answer, but then she gave me the whole ‘you’re rude and not submissive enough’ routine. I pressed her further and she claimed I’m an itch she needs to scratch.”
Lea’s draw dropped in disbelief. “She was coming onto you?”
Brie burst out laughing. “No! I have no idea what she was trying to say. I even asked her, but she just up and left the interview.”
“Go back… What exactly did she say?”
“Something like, ‘I’m like an itch she must scratch. Everything about me rubs her wrong and yet…’”
“And yet what?”
“I don’t know! That’s what I asked her and she ended the interview.”
Lea shook her head sadly. “Mistress has been extremely aloof since you and Sir returned from Russia. I have no idea what’s going on with her.”
“It must be something to do with Rytsar; it has to be. Ugh…I hate mysteries! Sir won’t let me talk about it, but it’s killing me not to know what happened between those three, and why I am somehow caught in the middle of it.” She slumped on the couch and whined, “It’s not fair…”
Brie understood that Sir did not care for gossip, but was it really gossip when she only wanted to find out about Ms. Clark’s past because it was affecting her personally? “Did you hear anything more about Rytsar from Ms. Clark?”
Lea leaned forward, exposing her overflowing bosom to Brie. “Funny you should ask. Right before you left on your trip, she opened up a little about Sir. Whatever mistake she made with Rytsar caused the Russian to go ballistic. His reaction was swift and terrible. Sir stepped in, which is why Mistress holds your Master in such high regard. I have never heard her say anything bad about Sir,” she laughed, “other than that he was an idiot to collar you.”
Brie hit her friend’s shoulder. “I didn’t need to hear the last bit, Lea.”
“Well, I need to keep you humble. It’s my job.”
Brie looked up at the clock. “Nuts, I better get things set up for your flogging.”
Lea squealed again. “I’m so excited!”
“Well, if you want it to happen, you’d better help.”
“I’d do anything for you, Stinky Cheese.”
Brie gave her another hug. “Thanks. I really freaked out after Ms. Clark’s interview, but now I think I have a better understanding. Unfortunately for me, I am just an innocent bystander who happens to remind Ms. Clark of her past—a past she wishes she could change. Maybe that’s what she meant by me being an itch she needs to scratch.”
Lea looked at her sadly. “I wish she would just let Rytsar go. There are others who want to love her, but she won’t let anyone near her.”
Brie shuddered. “I still don’t get you, Lea. You can do much better than Ms. Clark, trust me.”
“Oh, like you can do better than Sir?”
Brie’s laughter filled the room. “Oh, no. I got the best of the best.”
Lea pressed her breasts together and tilted her head comically. “And that’s why Tono is your Master now?”
Her attempt at a joke stabbed Brie in the heart. She closed her eyes, trying not to cry.
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