John, tricked domme (backstory).

“Evening John.” William said curtly.

“William,” John nodded as they entered the Vanilla Alternative, an establishment that catered to a broad spectrum of BDSM fantasies and realities. John regarded William critically in his suit and tie. Corporate power. “You’re looking for a new pet tonight.”

William shrugged, evaluating John in his civies. Crisply ironed shirt and slacks and polished black shoes. Might as well wear his uniform. “We’ll see. Let’s not be too competitive tonight... you can’t afford it on your wage.”

John smiled politely. “You’d be surprised son. And you’d best not forget that money isn’t power. Not here...” their rivalry was well known to the regulars. Two alphas dommes.

William grunted as he walked through and talk the stairs down to the basement auction room. Nothing new presented itself. Test. There were the regular subs already collared for sale.

John ordered a beer and chatted idly with William about the politics of their great nation.