Training Amy by Anne O'Connell

right in front of what looked to be the main stage. Sitting there was Mistress Kali and her entourage.
                She gave Eric another flashy smile. It was obvious, by Amy's estimation, that Kali was interested in him and it put her stomach in knots. She didn't want to share Eric, especially with a woman like Kali. Eric pulled out a chair to the right for Amy and ushered her into it. He took the chair to her left, creating a barrier between her and Kali for which she was thankful.  Then he rested his arm over her shoulders, looking around the room as if to ward off anyone who might have been looking at Amy in that way. She didn't say anything, just opened her senses to the cacophony of voices. It almost sounded like the buzzing of bees. She felt Eric squeeze her shoulder, causing a flood of sensation through her.
                Eric leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "You can relax at any time, Amy. I promise I won't let anything happen to you."
                Sucking in a deep breath she nodded and whispered back, "Okay."
                Then Eric did something that sent shots of pleasure through her. He gently kissed her ear. Her nipples went hard and she let out a tiny gasp. He didn't remove his hand from her shoulder. Instead, he leaned back and starting chatting casually with Kali and her male escort about cars. Amy couldn't get into it. She was entirely too mesmerized by the club. The lights, the people, the stages. Eric’s large hand protectively on her at all times.
                "Two o'clock. I guess you're safe to approach now?" Kali said, nodding her head to the side.
                Eric turned his head toward the direction Kali indicated and audibly groaned, "Great."
                Amy couldn't help but give him a questioning look. 
                She didn't have to wait long to find out what was up because Kali said in a mocking tone, "Emily, dear, how brave of you to approach a table of Doms when you are most certainly not welcome."
                "I apologize for intruding, Mistress. I was only hoping to speak with Master Eric," came a soft voice from behind Amy. 
                Amy resisted the temptation to turn and look at the intruder. Emily. The ex-girlfriend.
                "You and I have nothing to discuss, Emily," Eric said in a flat, cool voice. 
                But she persisted. "Can we speak in private, Master Eric? Just for a few minutes?"
                Amy felt eyes on her, but she still didn't dare turn around. Being at the club was awkward enough. She hadn’t actually expected Eric’s ex-girlfriend would approach them.
                Kali seemed to notice this. She didn't hold back how she really felt. "Well Eric, you might as well. I'll keep your current girlfriend occupied while you deal with the ex."
            "I'm sorry about this. I'll be right back," he said.
                Amy slowly turned her head to see Eric leave the table, the scrawny brunette dressed in a latex mini leading the way. She completely dropped the protocol. "What the hell was that?"
                Letting out a laugh, Kali leaned toward her. "Now that she sees you have him, she wants him back. That's what that is. Despite all this,” she motioned toward the room around them, “that little girl had Eric wrapped around her little finger from day one. She's a manipulative beast and were she mine..."
                "You would have put her over a spanking bench and given her a good flogging until her ass had welts?" Amy finished.
                Laughter resounded around the table.
                "That and more, perhaps something more severe," Kali said with a wink.
                Amy felt herself blush a little and she took a gulp of her wine.
                "And who is this enchanting creature?" a male