What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (87 page)

B
rianna put the money in the register and slammed it closed. It was another dull day in the tiny tobacco shop. This was so
not
what she wanted for her life. She had gone to college and studied for four long years to get her degree in film, only to find that it would open no doors for her here in Hollywood. It was all about who you knew or who your daddy was. Four years and thousands in debt—and for what? To work full-time in this little tobacco shop day after day, making her homemade movies on the weekends and hoping for a break?
Pathetic.

She adjusted her ponytail. It was one of those mornings when her curly brown hair refused to cooperate. Luckily for Brie, she looked good in a ponytail. Well, at least that was what she told herself.

“Brie, don’t forget to put out the new cigarettes. Several people complained about having to wait while we searched for their brand,” Mr. Reynolds called out from the back of the shop.

It was technically Jeff’s job, but the lazy shit never did anything. All the grunt work fell on Brie’s shoulders because she was reliable. What a horrible thing to be. Being labeled as ‘the reliable one’ meant that she was stuck doing everyone else’s job. Brie didn’t hold it against her boss, Mr. Reynolds, though. He wasn’t responsible for hiring the staff. The owner did that, and he mainly hired people within his family (which Brie was not). To his credit, Mr. Reynolds gave her a nice raise every time her evaluation came up. Still, she always got stuck taking up the slack, and it wasn’t fair.
Not in the least!

Brie bent down and began opening the boxes to shelve the cigarettes. The sound of a man clearing his throat caused her to look up.

She was startled to see a strikingly handsome couple standing before her. The woman had long, red hair and the most tight-fitting leather outfit Brie had ever seen. Somehow, the lady didn’t look cheap in the hot little outfit. No, this woman oozed confidence and sex appeal. Very classy.

The man, however, made her tremble a little. His intense gaze seemed to go right through Brie. He was tall and incredibly attractive, with short, brown hair and chiseled facial features. However, it was those eyes that commanded her attention.

“Miss, could I have a pack of Treasurer Cigarettes?”

Brie smiled apologetically. She knew they were some of the most expensive cigarettes made. “I’m sorry. We don’t carry those here.” The cigarettes were almost forty bucks a pack and the little tobacco shop did not serve that type of clientele.

The gentleman looked around and nodded. “Satisfy my curiosity and tell me what brand is in the box over there.”

He pointed to a box just out of her reach. Brie bent down and opened it up. She chuckled when she saw what was inside. “Sorry, these are just Marlboro Lights.” She stood up and turned to face him. Brie caught him staring at her butt and blanched. No one ever looked at her that way. It was embarrassing. Well, somewhat embarrassing. Okay, it was kind of cool…but how dare he?!

The man raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. It was exhilarating.

“Do you have any Fantasia Cigarettes?” the stunning redhead asked.

Brie grinned. “Now
those
we do carry.” She stood on tiptoe to get a pack off the top shelf and handed it to the woman. “Is that all?”

“Do you like it here?” the man asked in a low, alluring voice that sent chills through her.

Why was he asking?

“Not exactly,” she answered, but her heart started racing at the thought that this might be her lucky break. The gentleman could be some big-time producer who wanted to give this little tobacco shopkeeper a chance.

“I’m not surprised. You don’t look as if you belong here.” The man put a hundred-dollar bill on the counter.

“I’m sorry; I don’t have change for that.”

He shrugged. “No matter. I don’t need the change.”

The man lightly stroked the length of his girlfriend’s arm. It looked so sensual and loving. Brie wished a guy would touch her like that. He caught her staring at them. She quickly glanced away, berating herself.
How pitiful am I?

The redhead picked up the cigarettes gracefully and slipped them in her purse. She took her lover’s arm and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Sir.”

Brie thought it a little odd that the woman had called him ‘sir’, but the man kissed her hand tenderly. “I’m sure we can find a way for you to repay me.” They walked out of the store without looking back.

Brie watched them leave, wishing she could trade places with that woman. She looked down at the counter and saw Benjamin Franklin staring up at her. Her heart raced again. Would it be okay to pocket it when the man had obviously wanted her to have it? She rang in the price of the cigarettes and hesitated before picking it up.

Underneath the bill was a business card. Brie took a closer look and read:

The Submissive Training Center

25 Years of Excellence

She looked down at the bottom and saw a phone number and website address. Brie wondered if the gentleman had accidentally left it behind, so she stuffed it in her pocket just in case he returned. Brie stared hard at the money before she put it in the till, deciding to talk to Mr. Reynolds about it. The change from a hundred-dollar bill was
not
worth her reputation.

When she got home after work that night, Brie fished out the business card. Out of curiosity, she typed the web address into her laptop. The screen that popped up looked exceedingly professional. The organization appeared to be a community college of some sort. She pressed the information link and her jaw dropped.

The pictures at the top of the screen showed women in various B&D poses. One girl had her hands tied behind her back, and she was kneeling before a man dressed in leather. Another girl was facing the camera, but Brie could just see the swell of her naked ass. The guy behind her was holding an unusual whip and looked as if he were about to take a swing.

Brie quickly exited the site, shocked by what she’d seen. Why would the man carry around a business card like that and why would he give it to
her
? She shivered when she thought of him checking out her butt and was extremely glad she hadn’t kept his money.

She went to bed with those images still etched in her mind. Although she was tired, she couldn’t sleep. Eventually, curiosity got the better of her and Brie grabbed her laptop, bringing it to her bed. She revisited the site, wanting to check out the rest of the pictures. Even though she found them shocking, seeing the girls in those various poses was exceedingly hot.

There was one position in particular that Brie found intriguing. The girl’s wrists and ankles were bound to a table. She was dressed in an outfit that barely covered her most intimate parts. Her legs were spread wide open, and there was the hint of another person just out of reach of the camera. What struck Brie was the look on the girl’s face. She was looking at the unseen person with an expression of anticipation and lust. For whatever reason, that picture really turned her on.

She looked through all of the information on the website. Apparently, people could take a six-week ‘course’ and learn how to become a skilled submissive. It seemed such a strange thing to study, and she wondered what possible benefit there was to becoming proficient at something like that.

Brie found a link to reviews of the program and read, ‘My life has changed since taking the course. I have found my true calling and have never felt more alive.’

She figured the woman must have been a social misfit to begin with, so she continued reading to see what others had to say. ‘I never would have met my perfect Dominant if it hadn’t been for my training. He says I’m the best submissive he’s ever had. Thanks a million!’

Finally, she found what she thought was more of a negative review. ‘Taking this course helped me understand that submission is
not
my thing. At least I didn’t waste years of my life trying to be something I’m not.’

Brie went back to the photo of the woman bound to the table. If she was totally honest with herself, what she really wanted was to be that woman…

Against her better judgment, Brie wrote an enquiring email to the Training Center. Before she could have any second thoughts, she hit the send button. As soon as she’d done so, she groaned loudly.
Great, now they have my email address!

She tossed and turned all night, worried about the email she’d sent, even though part of her couldn’t wait to get a reply. Brie let herself fantasize that she was on the table, with the man at the tobacco shop as her partner. She played with herself but couldn’t get off. She was unable to get a restful sleep because of it and woke up cranky the next day.

Unfortunately, Brie had to wait until after her shift to check for a reply. She was thrilled when she found an email from the Center.

Dear Miss Bennett,

Thank you for your enquiry. Our campus is on the bottom floor of a larger school. The same institution runs both. As you probably read on the website, the Training Center has been running for over twenty-five years. Unlike most learning institutions, we guarantee complete satisfaction. If you are not happy with the training received, you are entitled to a full refund. We believe that strongly in what we do here.

The tuition is five thousand dollars for the six-week course. If you are unable to pay the amount, I suggest you apply for our scholarship program. I will include an application form in the packet. To apply for the program itself, you will need to provide your mailing address. There is an extensive questionnaire you must fill out, as well as a required homework assignment.

If you are accepted into the school, you can expect to start immediately. The classes take place every night from seven until midnight on weeknights and from three until midnight on Saturdays. The rigorous schedule allows us to pack as much as possible into the six-week span.

You asked what the benefits are of taking our exclusive training. Our program is the best of its kind. We like to think of ourselves as providers of Geisha training for submissives. Our students learn the art of submission, but they also learn their personal limits.

It is a safe environment where students are given the tools and experience to fulfill their submissive tendencies. Of note: our graduates are sought by respected Dominants around the world because of their extensive training. Truly, it is a unique opportunity.

Let me know if I can be of further service to you.

Sincerely,

Rachael Dunningham

Brie felt a prickling sensation after reading the email. It was the feeling she got whenever she stumbled onto something big. She spent the rest of the night googling information on submissives and Dominants. Some of what she read frightened her, but the majority of it made her want to investigate further.

B
rie could appreciate how finding one’s limits in six weeks might be beneficial, not only for the submissives but for the Dominants interested in them. She sent a reply and gave Rachael her mailing address. She figured it couldn’t hurt to get additional information. She expected to get the packet in the mail within a week, but was pleased when it arrived the following day.

She poured the contents of the envelope onto her kitchen table. Rachael hadn’t been kidding about there being a ton of paperwork to fill out. There was also a thin box included. Brie opened it up and slid out the contents. It turned out to be a red, eight-inch stick about the circumference of her index finger, with what looked like an upside-down heart attached to the end. It resembled a thin little penis, and it made her laugh.

Brie glanced through the pamphlets, which pretty much included the same information she’d found on the website. Then she found instructions for her ‘homework’. It was downright shocking. The instructions stated that, as an applicant, Brie was required to send a video of herself using the little red phallus. She was expected to suck on it as if it were a cock, use it to excite her pussy, and then stimulate her anus with it. That last step sent a cold chill through Brie. As far as she was concerned, her ass was off limits. Having anything shoved up there was totally unnatural and potentially painful.