Iris-Champagne

Starting a sentence with "two Doms working in the bar..." seemed like a beginning of a dark, twisted and a bit kinky punchline. But it is what it is.

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He slipped on a strawberry and bruised his tailbone.

later that evening, my face ran in to a glass panel.

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We both laughed at eachother's stupidity.

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 He sold me out to a customer saying

"she was supposed to change the docket roll, but she was busy running into a glass panel - face first"

of course my sassy mouth couldn't hold it, so I asked,

"are you still hurting?" as I tapped his lower back to see if he'll flinch.

"f'yeah! don't you fucking touch me there!" he demanded

I laughed hard and entertained, letting out a resounding "GOOD!"

"I like that it hurts", coyly I added.

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"EVIL BITCH!" he called me. "you just wait, you just made it to my list," he added.

I replied "thank you, I am honored"

"...and I will fucking hurt you more, you'll see."

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later that night he triped me by the ankle,

but my calm was on, so picked myself up,

slowly walked to him, as a cat would sneak up on its prey before the kill

and I slowly sink my fingernails on his arm and languidly scratching,

with a low sultry voice, whispered in his ear:

"oh, baby...

...you're gonna regret that later."

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you can see the excitement in his face as I walk away and him, waiting for the next move or the kill.