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‘em.”
    “Okay,
thanks, Cel. You’re a peach.”
    “Thanks.
See you soon.” She shut the phone off.
    She
was something.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    When
Celia arrived at Rodney and Louanne’s, there were a few unfamiliar cars parked
along the side of the street. Celia had personally asked a Dom she knew for
recommendations for submissives who would be willing to take part in a
demonstration. Each one of the submissives who ’d agree
to come for the filming was happy to take part, especially when they found out
who’d be performing the scene for the camera.
    Maverick
had earned a bit of a reputation, the big bad bear of a Dom, even if he was
completely oblivious. After he broke up with Crystal ,
word had spread that he was single, and there were many girls who were
interested. But as none had appealed to him, he remained single.
    Celia
went to the side door at Rodney’s place, and trotted down the stairs, past the
potted plants Louanne tenderly cared for, down the steep cement stairs to the
basement of their little home. Knocking lightly on the door, she realized it
was open, so she pushed it open and entered. She shut and locked it behind her.
They may have left it open as people arrived, but soon, they’d want privacy,
she reasoned.
    When
she entered, amidst laughter and voices, no one noticed her. Celia felt
relieved, even if she did feel nauseous, and she didn’t feel like
socializing with anyone. Slipping to the side, she shrugged off her sweatshirt
and bag, and tossed them into the office. She went back to the main area and
scanned the crowd for Maverick. It was part of her routine. Find Maverick, so
she could strategically plan how to avoid him until she was ready. Some days
were better than others. Some days, she could joke around with him, and he was
just her friend, a big brother of a guy. Dependable. Funny. Comfortable.
    But
when she was feeling lonely, and yearning to be put in her place as a
submissive, it was much harder. The longing intensified. She knew it
wouldn’t do any good fantasizing about him. He thought of her as a sister, and
no more. He’d made that clear on many occasions, though she’d never so much as
hinted about her attraction to him. She couldn’t. She would ruin everything and
though the thought of never having her interest in him met was painful, the
thought of losing his friendship was devastating. But still, she could no more
stop herself from fantasizing about him than she could stop the frosting-laden
pretzels from sailing into her mouth.
    “Hey,
Cel,” Louanne greeted. She was wearing a cute pair of tight-fitting jeans with
black leather boots that came to her knees, a pale blue tunic top, and silver
hoops. She looked classy and cute, as usual perched atop one of the bar stools,
and had the equipment set up to begin filming. “So, tonight we get to see these
guys in action,” she said with a giggle.
    “Yeah,”
Celia said, as she took a seat next to Louanne. “You okay with that? I mean,
Rodney’s going to spank another woman or two,” she said. “And that’s cool?”
    Louanne
shook her head. “No, he’s not,” she said. “I felt a little weird about it. So,
Rodney and Maverick worked it out. Rodney is going to narrate, and hand
implements or restraints to Maverick, but Maverick is doing the actual
spanking.”
    Celia’s
heart flipped. Damn it!
    “Ah,
okay,” she said. “No wonder they’re all lined up and ready to go.” They hadn’t
even had to pay these women. All she’d had to do was mention spanking scene and
Maverick, and they’d practically begged to come and bend over.
    “Celia,”
Maverick’s deep voice came from across the room. She looked up, and he crooked
a finger for her to come. Her heart did what it always did – stuttered
and squeezed, and she found herself trotting over to him as if her feet had a
mind of their own.
    “Yeah?
What’s up, big guy?” she asked, feigning nonchalance as usual.
    He
beckoned for her to come