bullwhip. The area itself is perfect for community gatherings and special events and can be an added revenue generator when classes aren’t in session.”
A stern-looking female raised her hand and asked, “Does all this equipment come with the school?”
“Yes, everything you see here is included with your purchase of the Academy. As an added bonus, you will also receive the experience and talent of the staff members who remain.”
Mr. Larson tucked a strand of his blond hair behind his ear before asking, “Will training continue for the current class of students if the center changes hands within the next six weeks?”
“Rest assured, Mr. Larson, as Headmaster of the school I will not be abandoning my students. Only after this class has graduated will the transfer of ownership take place.”
The object of Pamela’s attentions narrowed his eyes and nodded curtly. Brie was certain his interest in the future of the current class was for purely personal reasons.
Score!
There was quiet murmuring among the investors when Ms. Clark walked into the room, dressed in a slim, black business suit, her high heels clicking seductively as she joined the large group.
Master Anderson introduced the Mistress to the group of investors. “This is Samantha Clark, a long-standing faculty member of the Submissive Training Center. She understands the program inside and out, and will remain part of the training panel here after I’m gone.” More murmurs erupted and Master Anderson responded by adding, “You need to be aware that I’ve asked several staff members to stay in order to ensure the quality of the program remains consistent. As part of the contract, I will also be returning each year to confirm that the Denver Academy continues to meet the high standards I have set.”
“That’s highly unusual,” a shorter man wearing thick plastic frames complained beside Brie.
Master Anderson smiled broadly. “This is a highly unusual school.”
Suddenly a door opened on the far side of the dungeon and a hefty man entered carrying a large cardboard box—followed by a steady stream of cats.
“Not again!” Master Anderson cried in frustration.
“What the hell?” the man beside Brie exclaimed.
Brie looked around in utter shock as at least fifty cats stormed the dungeon. Master Anderson growled, barking commands to his staff. He sounded properly exasperated when he apologized to the group. “Could you please excuse me for a moment?”
Brie feigned a look of horror, even though she was giggling inside. Cats? Really?
One of the staff members picked up a bullwhip from the wall and started swinging it at the creatures.
Master Anderson yelled at him, “For God’s sake, Ryan, put that down now. You might hit one of the damn things.”
An orange tabby rubbed against Brie’s leg and she screamed loudly, clutching the short man beside her for protection. “I hate cats,” she whined. “They’re too much like giant rats!”
The group of investors became more agitated with her antics as the entire Academy staff—minus Baron—arrived to descend on the cats.
Ms. Clark picked up a crop and tried to herd the cats in one direction, hissing, “Shoo, shoo…”
“Ms. Taylor,” Master Anderson yelled at Lea, “I need a little help here!”
Lea grabbed two paddles off the wall and tried to direct the clowder of cats back into the far corner, where Master Anderson stood ready to grab them. She waved the paddles wildly, saying in a deep, manly voice, “This is your captain speaking, please find your way to the nearest exit.”
“Make the awful things go away,” Brie begged, continuing to cower against the man next to her while she watched the reigning chaos with delight.
To her surprise, Mr. Larson took her antics seriously and reached down to remove the cat from her ankle, idly stroking its neck while he watched the bedlam around them. She noticed a wedding band on his finger and wondered why Gunnar Larson and Master
A stern-looking female raised her hand and asked, “Does all this equipment come with the school?”
“Yes, everything you see here is included with your purchase of the Academy. As an added bonus, you will also receive the experience and talent of the staff members who remain.”
Mr. Larson tucked a strand of his blond hair behind his ear before asking, “Will training continue for the current class of students if the center changes hands within the next six weeks?”
“Rest assured, Mr. Larson, as Headmaster of the school I will not be abandoning my students. Only after this class has graduated will the transfer of ownership take place.”
The object of Pamela’s attentions narrowed his eyes and nodded curtly. Brie was certain his interest in the future of the current class was for purely personal reasons.
Score!
There was quiet murmuring among the investors when Ms. Clark walked into the room, dressed in a slim, black business suit, her high heels clicking seductively as she joined the large group.
Master Anderson introduced the Mistress to the group of investors. “This is Samantha Clark, a long-standing faculty member of the Submissive Training Center. She understands the program inside and out, and will remain part of the training panel here after I’m gone.” More murmurs erupted and Master Anderson responded by adding, “You need to be aware that I’ve asked several staff members to stay in order to ensure the quality of the program remains consistent. As part of the contract, I will also be returning each year to confirm that the Denver Academy continues to meet the high standards I have set.”
“That’s highly unusual,” a shorter man wearing thick plastic frames complained beside Brie.
Master Anderson smiled broadly. “This is a highly unusual school.”
Suddenly a door opened on the far side of the dungeon and a hefty man entered carrying a large cardboard box—followed by a steady stream of cats.
“Not again!” Master Anderson cried in frustration.
“What the hell?” the man beside Brie exclaimed.
Brie looked around in utter shock as at least fifty cats stormed the dungeon. Master Anderson growled, barking commands to his staff. He sounded properly exasperated when he apologized to the group. “Could you please excuse me for a moment?”
Brie feigned a look of horror, even though she was giggling inside. Cats? Really?
One of the staff members picked up a bullwhip from the wall and started swinging it at the creatures.
Master Anderson yelled at him, “For God’s sake, Ryan, put that down now. You might hit one of the damn things.”
An orange tabby rubbed against Brie’s leg and she screamed loudly, clutching the short man beside her for protection. “I hate cats,” she whined. “They’re too much like giant rats!”
The group of investors became more agitated with her antics as the entire Academy staff—minus Baron—arrived to descend on the cats.
Ms. Clark picked up a crop and tried to herd the cats in one direction, hissing, “Shoo, shoo…”
“Ms. Taylor,” Master Anderson yelled at Lea, “I need a little help here!”
Lea grabbed two paddles off the wall and tried to direct the clowder of cats back into the far corner, where Master Anderson stood ready to grab them. She waved the paddles wildly, saying in a deep, manly voice, “This is your captain speaking, please find your way to the nearest exit.”
“Make the awful things go away,” Brie begged, continuing to cower against the man next to her while she watched the reigning chaos with delight.
To her surprise, Mr. Larson took her antics seriously and reached down to remove the cat from her ankle, idly stroking its neck while he watched the bedlam around them. She noticed a wedding band on his finger and wondered why Gunnar Larson and Master
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