<strong>Throckbottle ~ after Ava’s dance</strong><br/><br/>Stunning.  The applause in the room deafening.<br/><br/>They, Jewel and the untrained slave, this Ava had accomplished what he had wanted to create for the last 18 months. He reached for the crop on his belt and stepped to them both.<br/><br/>His hand with a sweeping motion to Ava’s current position. Tapping the side of her calf with the crop.<br/><br/>“Left a little. You weaved after landing off the helicopter. Try a tighter launch next time.” He said then moved to Jewel.<br/><br/>“Sloppy my pet,” He told her giving her a crack across her thigh. “You rushed the last part. Slow down when you do it again.”<br/><br/>He stepped back to the bar. The crop waving in the air. It snapped out to swap a girl between the shoulders. She whimpered and the room became quiet once more. God bless the noisy talkers they were also noisy screamers, attention getters like it or not.<br/><br/>“You and you,” Humphrey said pointing out two of the best in the room. “Take your places near Ava and Jewel.”<br/><br/>He walked over to the stool knowing exactly the music to play for it. It took a few minutes of trial and error to find the right piece.<br/><br/>Jewel hid the grin and gave Ava a pat before Throckbottle turned back to them.<br/><br/>“Take a few breaths and we’ll begin on five. One and two and three and four,” He push the button. “And five.<br/>