<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div>It was perhaps lucky that Becky had her laptop firmly gripped in both hands, held in front of her like a wide-eyed freshman walking into her first class because her nerves had gotten the better of her and the cold metal of her MacBook pro gave her something steady to grip. How was this possibly more terror inducing than getting up on stage at PAX West to talk on a panel about the future of sex games? It was one damn person. Not a person, exactly, but the persona that made her nimble digits tremble.<br/><br/>He was revealed to her the moment Nissa stepped aside, her long golden hair having kept him hidden like a glorious curtain and then she realized he was every bit of his image she had expected and feared he would be. Doubled and timed by about a hundred million.<br/><br/>Now, Becky had always favored women partners when it came to romance and sexuality, that she had never been shy about, but occasionally she would spot a man that hit that dirty little guilty pleasure itch and right now, the man reaching out to take her hand was the perfect avatar.<br/><br/>The crisp lines of his hand-tailored suit fit perfectly on his broad shoulders. The polished surface of his extremely expensive watch glittered in the lights overhead as he extended his hand. From this close a range she could smell his designer cologne mixed with that strange and somewhat illusive maleness that was unique to this caliber of the sex.<br/><br/>Eye contact was sometimes the hardest thing for Rebecca and right now she had nowhere to hide. The moment she felt her small hand dwarfed in his grip she managed to pull her pale green eyes up.<br/><br/>“Hi, I’m Becky.” She said, a nervous smile before awkwardly adding “Course, Nissaaaiii I mean Anissa already said that, didn’t she? Ha ha… ha”<br/><br/><em>“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I made a mistake. Punish me! I deserve to be put over your knee and...” </em>Came a voice in the back of her head.<br/><br/><em>“Shut up, brain! Shut up, brain! Shut up, shut up, shut UP!”</em>She hissed back at the voice internally, feeling the red flush her round cheeks under her glasses.<br/><br/>His grip was tight, no doubt a skill he mastered through many a greeting and business deal, but it was just as imposing and strangely alluring as the salt and pepper neatly trimmed beard on his chiseled features and the flecks of gray at his temples. Even his hair and the closeness of his shave left her knees buckling as if they already knew how eager she was to be on her knees before him.<br/><br/>In no time flat, she was sitting at the table, the back of her sticker covered laptop flicked up and she busied herself trying to plug it into the power outlets on the table trying to hid behind the dark brown sheet of her hair. It wasn’t particularly difficult to catch her girlfriend's extremely amused eye over the computer screen and she could have groaned in embarrassment. No doubt, no doubt whatsoever that the taunting and teasing Nissa had in store for her would be adding copious insult to injury.<br/><br/>Desperate for a distraction, well, more like salvation from the mental images and fresh embarrassment, Becky pulled up a fresh Google doc, set her office Discord to offline and prepared to take notes and leave all the driving to Nissa.