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attractive? And the men were worse. Any sign of sun and they strip off like they’re modeling the next summer catalogue addition for Speedo. Fuck they repulsed me.
    “The sun is too bright,” Cereus pipes up, wiping her hand across her brow to collect the small beads of sweat there. I pick up my sunglasses and place them in front of her. Her smile of thanks makes my stomach clench. She places them on, resting them on the bridge of her nose and goes back to sketching.
    “You know if the sun were the size of a white blood cell then the Milky Way would be the size of the United States.”
    “Hmmm,” She murmurs, completely lost to her art.
    “Here’s your drinks,” the waitress interrupts by narrating her actions. She’s preoccupied and looking at a couple a few tables over with longing.
    A jealous daydreamer...pathetic.
    Cereus’ gasp notifies her to the fact she spilt Cereus’ drink over the table and into her lap. Clumsy fucking waitresses.
    “You want another?”
    What kind of response is that? We waited forever to get these and she spills Cereus’ all over the fucking place. My eyes dart to the drawing becoming swallowed by the water. The chalk smears the paper, distorting the image. Oh this isn’t going to end well for her.
    The water causes the paper to thin and as Cereus rushes to save it, it tears. “You fucking idiot!” Cereus growls, tightening her hand around the pencil.
    “It was an accident.” The waitress huffs and turns to leave. I grab her wrist.
    “Clean up your fucking mess, and apologize, you incompetent bitch.”
    Her eyes widen and drop to my hand tightening around her wrist. “I’ll just grab a cloth,” she mutters but Cereus is already pinning her with a glare I wouldn’t like to be on the end of.
    I release her wrist and she scurries off.
    “I see Janet,” Cereus pipes up and stands.
    “Who’s Janet?”
    Another imaginary friend. The waitress is about to die.
    “She’s someone I met yesterday. I’ll be right back.”
    The patrol car sitting thirty feet away with two officers inside have me halting her around the waist. “I don’t like the food here, let’s go somewhere else.”
    “After I see Janet.”
    “No, now. Let’s get something to take back with us and then you can get ready for tonight.”
    Looking down at her shorts and tee her eyes find mine. “You want me to change?”
    “Not particularly, I don’t care what you wear.” She knows I don’t and the fact she doesn’t care what she wears is just another thing that sets her worlds apart from all these ants.
    “I want strawberries,” she blurts.
    “What?”
    “You said let’s get something to take home, I want strawberries.” She grins, linking her arm with mine and tugging me in the direction of the small market place a few blocks down.
    “You know a strawberry isn’t actually a berry,” I tell her.
    “I like its color.”
    Of course she did.
    “So where are we going later?” she asks.
    “A club called Lair.”

    Cereus was a natural sadist, breath-taking to watch. I introduced her to Georgina, the girlfriend of Jack, a brutal sadist who struggled to find a willing submissive to take his form of release. Anger wasn’t a part of being a Master. A Dominant was supposed to maintain control and look after his subjects, but Jack was all kinds of messed up and his anger earned him a reputation and a ban from most clubs. Luckily for him and me ‘Lair’ wasn’t one of them. I hated all these fucks with their rules and names for what they are; Dominant, Master, they’re just addicts to control.
    If fucking a bitch while strangling her gets you off then so be it, if you want to suck a dick and have your ass rammed at the same time then who the fuck cares, you don’t need to label it, it’s all just a craving.
    I like the bite of pain, the look on an idiots faces when I don’t call out in agony or use the safe word. I like watching the temper they’re not supposed to have overhaul and take