Page 145 of Masters of Control

“I feel like I need a map to understand the tea.” Camille laughed, shaking her head. “It’s like six kinky degrees of separation.”

“It really is. Most of the time, there really isn’t much drama, and when there is, it usually involves that group.” He sighed. Both of them watched as Sam got up to join Q at the table where he was chatting with Master Law, Master Asad, and Master Connor. Iris was tucked under Master Law’s arm, and when Sam slid into position next to Q, she and Sam both smiled and greeted each other.

None of them noticed the way Noelle glared daggers at them from across the room.

“Everything okay?” Mistress Camille asked gently as Noelle turned back to the others and said something that made Marissa and Caroline laugh. Morgan smiled, but she looked uncertain, while Amy appeared to be completely lost in thought and not paying attention to the conversation at all.

Freddy let out a slow breath, his muscles relaxing.

“Yeah, just… feeling defensive of my friends.” He smiled at her. “And responsible for making sure none of the subs get out of hand.”

So far, none of that little group had done anything that would get them kicked out. He kind of wished they would, but he didn’t want Amy and Morgan getting mixed up in that. They both needed the club. Sometimes, he thought Marissa might, too. Why else would she keep coming back after Jared had moved on, knowing how many of his friends disliked her? Or maybe she only came because Caroline did.

Studying him thoughtfully, Mistress Camille nodded, and he wondered what she was thinking. She didn’t say though.

“Any other tea?” she asked.

Freddy laughed.

“So much. See the man standing on the other side of Sam? That’s Master Asad. Apparently, he needs a fake girlfriend.”

Describing the many mini-dramas that took place around Stronghold with the members took a surprising amount of their waiting time, but not all of it. Eventually, they abandoned their table so Freddy could show her around the club. It wasn’t long before their room reservation, so they went to the lower level first, where the Dungeon was. They’d be on the upper level where their reservation was when it was time instead of having to go up and down and back up again.

He kept a close eye on Mistress Camille’s reactions to the various rooms and scenes. She seemed vaguely interested in the Medical room but not overly so. The many impact scenes at the spanking benches and St. Andrew’s crosses seemed to be more her style, and she barely glanced into the Interrogation and Jail rooms.

They headed upstairs next, pausing to look in the windows of each of the rooms. Master Will was patrolling the hall as the upstairs Dungeon Master. He grinned at Freddy, giving him a discreet thumbs-up while Mistress Camille watched the throuple in the Locker Room. It was nice having someone who gave their approval quietly.

Tracey, one of the club subs, came out of the Office, cleaning supplies in hand, and brightened when she saw Freddy. She grinned at him.

“The Office is ready,” she announced, eyes sparkling. Clearly, she was aware of exactly who was using the Office next.

“Thank you,” Mistress Camille said, turning. Her eyes were lit up with excitement. She tilted her head at Tracey, who dropped her gaze to the floor. “Freddy, go on in and wait for me, I’ll be right there.”

Curiosity lit up inside him, but he obeyed, glancing over his shoulder to see Mistress Camille saying something to Tracey. His footsteps slowed as Tracey nodded, then Mistress Camille glanced at him, and his footsteps sped back up again. Entering the Office without any direction from her other than to go in, he came to a halt several steps inside, unsure what to do next.

Like most of the theme rooms, the Office was setup for roleplay, with a large wooden desk that had plenty of room for someone to crawl under it. Possibly two someones. It had been custom made for the purpose.

There was a large armoire and several filing cabinets, each containing all the toys and implements one might want to use. The drawers of the desk were also filled with goodies. The art on the walls was bland at first glance, but taking a moment longer to look would reveal there were some naughty scenes depicted.

There was one large chair behind the desk and two in front of it, a little smaller and a little lower on purpose. Freddy wasn’t sure which Mistress Camille would want him to take. He had a feeling she would want to be behind the desk, but sometimes, Dominants liked to switch things up, and he didn’t want to make a presumption.

The door opened behind him before he could decide where to situate himself, and he turned to watch Mistress Camille come into the room. She took a moment to glance around, taking in the layout, then nodded at him.

“Thank you for coming in, Mr. Johan,” she said, her voice brisk and professional—her work voice. He recognized it from when she was representing Mr. Alexander. It was also her ‘in charge’ voice. Clearly, she was going to be the boss for this scene.

If he hadn’t gotten that message from her words, he would have figured it out a moment later when she went behind the desk to take the seat. Since they’d gone out for a date, rather than preparing to scene at a club, her clothes were a little more office appropriate than they might have been otherwise, though he doubted she’d ever worn a dress with such a plunging neckline to the office.

“Of course, Ms. Sinclair,” he said, remaining standing where he was since he didn’t know where she wanted him, even though she was sitting. “What can I do for you today?”

There was something about her tone of voice that made him think they were roleplaying that he was in trouble, which he did not object to. The not knowing increased his interest, and his arousal was already sky-rocketing, thanks to the quick way she’d taken control of the scene. Boss Lady Camille was really doing it for him.

She raised her eyebrow, giving him an imperious look, and confirming his suspicion he was in ‘trouble.’

“You can explain yourself, Sir.” Yup, definitely in trouble. “You lost this company a lot of money this quarter.”

“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” he replied quickly, sinking into the role, thankful she seemed the type to leave things in broad strokes. Roleplay could get bogged down in the details, but Mistress Camille was giving them both a lot of room to play with. “It won’t happen again.”

“I’m not sure your reassurances are enough, Mr. Johan, especially considering your overall performance this year. I think some real consequences might help motivate you since nothing else has.”