Chapter 11

“So ... you’re my date ... Gavin, right?” Sarah stared at her new date, more than a little surprised that she was invited to dinner with him and his ... roommates?

“Gavin Moore, yes. You’re Sarah, am I right?” Gavin replied awkwardly.

“Sarah Finkel, yes. Nice to meet you. So ... imagine my shock when a guy that interested me asked me to go out with another man that I’ve never met. What’s ... exactly going on here?” Sarah asked as she sat down at the supper table and they waited for Roger and company to join them.

“Well ... it’s hard to explain, but we have a sort of ... proposition for you,” Gavin coughed nervously now.

“What ... kind of proposition?” Sarah wondered aloud, her nerves a bit shaken, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, even as she felt her heart jump with some curiosity and excitement.

“I think that it’s best if we explore that as we eat, right, Gavin?” another voice announced itself, as Lieutenant Roger Bertram of the Nevada Department of Public Safety joined them, along with his ladies.

“Yes, indeed, I would say so ... sir,” Gavin swallowed, even as he felt Jen caress his hands with hers.

This wasn’t hidden from Sarah, which only intrigued her more. What exactly was going on here? Also, what was this they were having for supper, again? It looked very exotic and delicious, and perhaps not all that cheap, either. The red wine looked splendid, too, a nice healthy body of Shiraz, just dry enough for her taste.

“I hope that you brought your appetite, Sarah. You’re our guest and we wish to serve you well in that respect. Isn’t that so, ladies?” Roger smiled, “Remember me? Roger Bertram.”

“Aren’t you a cop? This is a bit more than a policeman’s salary, even a state trooper’s,” Sarah raised her eyebrow in surprise.

“That would be my doing. Thank the new law that permits concubines to access their bank accounts if they have any. It’s a wise precaution to make it harder to leave us cash-strapped. That way, when the indenture is done, we can walk away if we wish without fearing destitution as much. And I, well, I don’t know if you’ve read Goth Lovers’ Magazine, but I’m featured there. Jeanette Patterson, but you can call me ‘Jen,’ of course,” Jen introduced herself, “all of my friends, and Master, of course, call me ‘Jen,’ you see.”

“As in ... THE Jeanette Patterson? And you want ME to just call you ‘Jen?’ How is that even possible? You’re a famous actress! How did you become a concubine? Don’t tell me that you got arrested for something or some deal like that!” Sarah felt her eyes bugging out at the sudden awareness that, yes, she was in the presence of a celebrity.

“No, no arrests. Just method acting. It can be a bitch at times,” Jen snickered now, “you’re Sarah Finkel, right?”

“Yes, I am ... of course,” Sarah felt even shyer now, being near a movie star, at the same damn table, where apparently said actress was her hostess!

“I’m Ninve Marat, by the way. Jen’s understudy and now fellow conk. Very proud to be one of Roger’s ladies, trust me. This is Annbrith Lundborg, who isn’t technically a concubine, but has voluntarily joined the harem, if you will. She seems rather happy about it, too. We made this meal together ... as a team, you know. Some fine-ass Middle Eastern cuisine here. Kefta, kebab, shawarma, falafel, baba ghanouj, couscous, pitas, salad, hummus, tahini, and dates. Get it, dates!” Ninve’s eyes sparkled and her plump face became animated, while her breasts juggled a little.

“Marat? That’s French, isn’t it?” Sarah wondered aloud, trying not to drool ... but those damn breasts ... wow!

“I’m French, Lebanese, Assyrian, and Cypriot. What a combo, right? To simplify things, I just call myself Assyrian, since that’s my religion. And before you ask, I don’t honestly know if I’m related to the famous Jacobin revolutionary and Swiss physician, Dr. Jean-Paul Marat. Not to my own knowledge, anyway,” Ninve explained now.

“So ... why are we here instead of a restaurant, not that I mind. Just curious! It’s delicious, thank you!” Sarah continued to probe.

“Well, other than the chance to cook for you, at a public facility like that, it’s still a new concept to do this, right, even if it’s less taboo than in the past,” Jen declared as she began undressing Gavin right in front of everyone.

“Woah ... you’re naked ... and you let her strip you! And ... wow ... you really are kinda cute, but in a petite, slender, hairless, and effeminate way! Wow!” Sarah reacted, even as the ladies began to disrobe, yet Roger remained clothed ... for now.

That was when each lady knelt to receive her collar from Roger, all three of them. This made it clear that they were indeed submissive to Roger in their own ways ... and gladly so. That was when Roger laid another collar on the table, one blue rather than pink in color. Gavin licked his lips visibly as they all resumed eating and everyone behaved as if it were entirely normal for the ladies and he to be nude while Roger was dressed.

“Gavin, as you can see, is a submissive, all the way, not even a switch like Jen and Ninve here. He’s much more sub, like Annbrith. He knows his place and wishes only for a Goth Goddess to put him in it ... and keep him in line. A reasonably strict, but loving leather Domme for a leather slave like him. He lives with us ... and we hope that his Mistress will, too. We just hope that it’s you, Sarah,” Roger declared, putting her on the spot now.