I look around the diner. It’s nothing fancy: another chain that looks just like a thousand restaurants across the country. Most of the patrons are h...eavyset, though it’s not like I can judge. Curves never hurt anyone (except their dating chances). But it’s slow around here. Only one waitress is working the floor and she seems frazzled. Stray hair keeps falling in her eyes and she blows it away for a second or two before it falls back into place. One of the older men at the counter keeps leering. “Oh. My. God,” came from a couple different points in the room.“God, I wish he was my slave,” came from another.I stood still for a minute until Blaise returned to the stage with a riding crop. He lifted my chin with it and then pointed out to the audience.When he walked off I began slowly pulling my vest off and performing my usual striptease. When the chaps came off there were yells and whistles.Most of the show actually was the same Big Ben anal show I’d already done a few times. This time. . shocked I asked "what he was thinking why he was doing this?"he told me "shut up slut or i will make this your worse nightmare" i close my mouth and don't say a word. i feel him at my feet pulling and tugging at my pants i try to kick him away and it doesn't work i kick him one good time in his balls i hear him scream and yell at me "bitch stop your fighting" and he smacks me hard on my now bare ass. I let out a scream. and I hear him laughing at the pain he is causing me. i feel him as. "You'd better get on your way. It'll be getting light pretty soon."I kissed her gently and thanked her as sincerely as I've ever thanked anyone. She walked me to the door, patted my shoulder and said, "Come back in one piece. I like most of the parts you've got just now."In her carriage house, I was checking my cinch strap when someone touched me on the back. I pulled Magda's thin knife from my boot and whirled, ducking low, growling, ready to stab up at whatever awaited. It was Ivy. She was.