<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Fully female<br/>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br/>● Figuring out the magic.<br/>● Working on self-confidence.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2pt;"><br/></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Chloe does not look impressed, telling me to just follow circe, and I feel myself deflating, the fear and insecurity swell inside my, threatening to swallow me whole, and when she tells me not to fall of my heels I stumble and grab her arm for support.  Tears well up in my eyes and a whimper builds in the back of my throat...<br/><br/>Then something happens.  I feel a flow of positive energy coming from Circe, warming my spirit and filling me with hope and assurance.  She has bought it, she believes in me, I can still do it!  With every step my gait gets steadier, my posture straighter, my bearing more elegant.  I navigate the crowd with a hint of a smile on my face.  Nothing can touch me, I am...<br/><br/><strong>"Hey Biff, looks like your slut has taken up with the girls!"</strong><br/><br/>Biff?  Chloe's asshole of an ex-boyfriend?  What an interesting coincidence...  I take a quick look at him.  Big, athletic, ruggedly handsome, cocky...  No wonder women are attracted to him, and no wonder they leave post haste once they get a taste of his charming personality -- at least judging by Chloe's stories.<br/><br/>He's with his pack so he has to keep his status as alpha male, and understandably he choses to do so by bragging...  About him and Chloe.  Uh oh.  Big mistake.  Chloe may not be an extrovert like Circe, but when she gets riled up, she goes for the jugular.  And this time is no different, she hits him where it hurts -- his ego, right in front of his entourage.<br/><br/>Score one for the good guys, chaos in the opponent's camp, but he will get them under control quickly enough, probably implying physical violence if they don't fall in line.  Now will be a good time to step away, and Chloe's whisper hints that she realizes it too.  I nod, pizza trumps confrontation.<br/><br/>I take a step toward our table, but as luck would have it, Biff has other plans.  He pushes his chair out to block our path and leers at me.  <strong>"Hey pretty lady, would you like to spend some quality time with me?"</strong><br/><br/>I stop and tilt my head, looking down on him with a neutral expression, dragging the pause just long enough to become uncomfortable, then nod slowly.  There are many ways to tell off a jerk, but I don't want to deal with the aftermath, I just want him out of my hair so we have our food in peace.  "I did not figure you for the type," I say quietly, looking him straight in the eye, "but why not?  I have a busy schedule but if you call me tomorrow, we could arrange something.  I don't have a card on me, but..." I reach for the little plastic tray with the bill that the waitress left on their table, flip the bill over, grab the pen and start writing.  Biff flashes a triumphant grin at his flunkies, which turns into an expression of confusion when I place the improvised note in front of him.  It says, in large letters:</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Mistress Anjela<br/>Training &amp; discipline<br/>555-7309</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"I suggest you bring your favourite brand of lube," I say matter-of-factly, "The strap-ons that I use are on the large end of the scale, and an ice-pack for your tender bits, there may be some bruising...  You guys are also welcome to boook an appointment," I give the others a little smile, "Circe here manages the schedule but if there is no opening, you can ask her to fit you with Boris or Jamal instead, they are quite talented.  And we do accept all major credit cards..."<br/><br/>The facial expressions staring at me are priceless, I just hope that Circe can maintain a straight face, because if she cannot, I'm going to fire her ass and get a more professional secretary.<br/><br/>"Would you mind..." I point a Biff's chair that is blocking our way.  "Unless you have additional questions?"  And suddenly the path is clear; I have never seen anyone scamper so quickly before, one could think I had the bubonic plague.  "Thank you," I nod and resume walking, then pause and turn my head.  "But if you do, feel free to come over to our table and I will explain everything."<br/><br/>We reach our table with no further incident and I remember Circe telling me that the hostess bumped us up to the front of the line.  "Thank you," I give her the warmest smile I can manage before sitting down.  "By the way," I tell Chloe and Circe, "The number that I wrote down belongs to the Chinese dry-cleaners on Main.  Not that I think they will try to call it..."</span><br/>