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Alex's hair was still damp when she sat next to Larry in his car - she liked to let it air-dry during summer. She wore a pearl white halterneck jumpsuit that covered her legs till mid-thigh. 

Her accessories were leopard patterned - a sun hat and a thin belt. Two-finger wide golden upper arm cuffs on each side were her only jewellery. The outfit was completed with a pair of leather platform sandals.

"How can you walk in that?" Larry asked, eyeing the monstrosity on her feet.

"Easy-peasy." Replied Alex, smiling down on her precious footwear.

Noticing her driver's incredulous look, she felt the need to elaborate. 

"The platform sole is misleading. The real height difference between the toes and the heel is only 6 centimetres. Since there's no gap in the sole, the weight distribution is even throughout the feet. It's super comfortable, with quality ingredients. The brand offers a couple of lines for men too. I highly recommend them." She went all saleswoman on him in a single breath.

"Do I need to remember this?" He asked. 

Larry wasn't at all interested in shoes, but he knew certain men had a fetish for them. Or they were simply women.

"It never hurts to know your mentor's taste and interests. A well-chosen gift can go a long way in earning brownie points." She teased.

"Mentor? Wasn't I supposed to train as a submissive?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the road. 

"Maybe someday, when your wounds caused by obeying commands have healed somewhat." Alex's reply brought a few minutes of silence.

"Did you get Langham's notes?" Larry asked. He tried to remain calm, but some nervousness reached his throat. He wasn't proud of the things he shared with that man.

"No, he avoids me. It's been my job to read people for almost 20 years now." She said.

"I would be out of business if I wasn't good at it."

"What gave me away?" He got curious. As far as he knew, he hid his issues well.

"You kneeled on the ground in public for minutes without batting an eye. You also didn't mind when Mikey stripped you in front of a bunch of perverted strangers. You let an unknown gay man shave your chest." Alex reminded him.

"The only thing you were reluctant to do is talk about your tattoo. Then, when you did anyway, you didn't talk like one person to another." She easily jumped from salesperson to therapist. 

"You tried to distance yourself from your memories, and gave me a dry, factual report. That's a normal defence mechanism when people need to speak about their traumas." She finished her impromptu analysis. 

"I'd rather go back to talk about shoes. Or bags. How come you don't have a purse on you?" Larry wasn't prepared for an improvised therapy session.

"Fine, I'll let you run away. Psyche stuff cannot be forced anyway." She spared him.

"Bags are way more complicated than shoes, just so you know. When you've graduated from footwear fetish, I'll start your education about bags, rest assured." She chuckled, and turned her hat upside down in her lap.

"This gorgeous piece is not just pretty, it's practical too. It doubles as a small purse with secret pockets for cards and some cash." She showed him the tricky hat.

"Will you pull a rabbit out of it too?" Larry asked with a smirk.

"Rabbit? No. A pussy maybe." Teased Alex, and bit her lower lip.

That orgasm under the shower started to wear off. Clothes and accessories couldn't keep her mind out of the gutter for long.

Alex navigated Larry to the parking lot at The Crib, then they walked around to the main entrance. She swiped the keycard, stood at the center of the doormat, but nothing happened.

"Oh, silly me!" She said, then handed her hat to Larry. "Hold this for a moment please, and step to the side."

Larry did as she asked, while she repeated the entry process. This time, the door swung open.

"There is a 3D body scan gadget somewhere in the wall, and the doormat checks weight. It's not as conclusive as facial recognition, but that software is too expensive." She explained as they walked inside.

"You can leave your luggage here if you want." Alex waited for him to put down his backpack and duffle bag. Larry didn't move.

"Weapons are not allowed here." She said, thinking he didn't want to part with his handgun. Larry kept standing still.

"Are you in some kind of weird seizure right now?" She asked, visibly pissed.

"No. I'm still not sure this is a good idea." He confessed.

"Then say so for fucks' sake. I can read your behaviour, not your thoughts." Scolded Alex. "Let me remind you that you are free to leave anytime. Now, tomorrow, a week from now, literally anytime. Is that clear?" 

"Yes. I heard you." He snapped back at her.

"Don't waste my time then, and put those down. We are going to the security room to get your keycard. After that, I'll show you your room. Your bags won't go anywhere, we'll get them after the registration." Alex was not in a patient mood, apparently.

"All right, all right!" Larry raised his hands as a sign of capitulation.

< We sound like a damn married couple, arguing like that. > Alex thought.

Generally, it wasn't hard for her to keep a certain personal distance from others. She felt home at The Crib. However, no matter how relaxed she was, she rarely let go of her persona as a dominatrix. 

With Larry, on the contrary. She struggled to keep things professional with him, and her self control slipped more often than not. 

Did it really matter where he left those bags?

No.

Was he the first newbie who got insecure in the beginning?

No.

Would Alex be impatient if it were someone else?

No.

Did she like the way things were going currently? Absolutely not.

< Get your shit together girl, just a few hours until you get a bone in you. > She cursed.

Due to working every day with horny dogs for years, she gradually became insensitive to sexual activities. Like a nurse or a physician, she treated others' bodies in a professional setting - as well as hers.

By now, she rarely got truly aroused during play, not to mention outside of them. She handled intercourse as a reward for subs, and used those subs as human dildos for herself. 

Alex usually chose Richard or Seth, sometimes Zack from her pack. Seth was in time-out. Richard was fresh with Robert, and she didn't want to strain their relationship. Zack worked afternoon hours today, she had to wait until he got back.

She had a few names on her booty-list outside of her pack too. Those encounters had to be discussed in advance, at least a day or two. 

< I'm supposed to train horny dogs, not act like one. > She grumbled internally.

Meanwhile, they reached the security room. In a few minutes, Larry got his own keycard with the same settings as the rest of the pack. As promised, he picked up his bags on the way to his room.

"Your room is on the third floor, with windows to the pool." By simply mentioning the pool, memories of her play with Mikey flooded her mind.

"The pool is a community area, and plays are not restricted there. If you're not interested in voyeurism, don't forget to close the curtains." She warned.

Unintentionally, she imagined Larry watching her from the windows as she's touching herself on the sunbed. She got hornier and wetter by the second.

"Where are the restricted areas?" He asked.

"Good question. Nowhere, really. If you bump into something that's none of your business, just keep going and mind your own. Or stop and watch, if it matches your taste." She replied.

Alex's mental image switched from herself being watched to her watching Larry playing with himself in the hallway. Oil to the fire.

She made up her mind to fuck this man the moment the door closes behind them. She was counting the seconds it took to reach his room.

"Do you play in open areas often?" Oblivious to Alex's line of thought, he hit bullseye.

"I like the audience, yes." She kept her response short.

"When was the last time? With the man on the beach?" He seemed curious.

< Playing with the lioness' tail, are we?! > She was at her wits end.

Instead of replying, Alex stopped in front of the door they were looking for. She stepped aside to give Larry room to go inside. 

He swiped his card, then opened the door for her, like a good boy. Alex walked ahead. Larry expected her to go deeper inside. That did not happen.

When he closed the door then turned around to follow Alex, he bumped into her. 

More specifically, Alex pinned him to the door by stepping between his legs, and leaning on his body with hers. 

She also grabbed a fistful of Larry's hair, and forced him to lower his head. 

"Two days ago, I played with myself on the sunbed where you left me. I fingered Mikey and listened to him moaning your name. That was the last time." She whispered to his ear, then bit it like a wild, horny dog.