An interview with Theodore and Ashley

Tittering up to him the woman hastily flipped open a notebook as soon as she was within reach from him. Theodore eyed her up and down unimpressed, quickly forming an impression of her as nothing more than a waste of his time. From afar she maybe could have fooled someone, but up close it was clear that she was broader than any self respecting woman ought to be. Ashley looked at her nose in mild confusion over how it could have possibly been formed that way. Slightly crooked and far too big for her face. Her thin lips had been blown up by too much filler that made her a comedic depiction of a woman trying her best to be attractive but failing miserably.

"Becky Rosenport." She announced herself and confidently stretched out her hand to shake Theodore's who tentatively took it simply out of his good upbringing. "I'm a reporter for '**** owner's monthly'." She quickly added. Ashley listened intently to place the woman's accent and was unable to narrow it down much more than british.

That magazine mom gave him?! At first Ashley saw it on him that he showed no interest in the nuisance that was Becky. Now after the name dropping he was paying her his full attention.

"We are actually here just covering the exhibition, but we were so taken with you and Ashley that we hoped you would agree to a full interview. Our readers would love to read about how a young man came into possession of his friend. Granted, we all know the pretty ones are always whores." Ashley thought Becky's last sentence dripped of bitterness. "That's why we want to make a full segment of it. Give us the nitty gritty details of how she became yours, how you came to the decision to make her a puppy girl and later how she, through her master's training and guidance of course, took first place in her first ever pet **** show.”

"I'm flattered." Theodore said.

"You don't have to decide now, please, take my card and give me a call me when you know." Becky flipped a black card with white details depicting a siluetten of leashed woman on her knees. On the other side were her contact information. Seeing the exchange between hands was odd and felt outdated to Ashley who was so used to digitalization of everything. Who even has business cards nowadays? She was made to wonder. There was however something else to it. A bit class that had been lost from times of old. Theodore took it and placed it in his card holder.

“Please do think about it, it’s not often that a man your age accomplishes what you have here.” Becky finished.

The moment Becky started playing on Theodore's ego it was over. Ashley knew that much. He cares so much about being respected. The confidence he would get from thinking of how men everywhere wished they were him. We will be doing this interview. In the wake of her doubtfulness over being written about for so many subscribers to read, she felt a spark of excitement over how accomplished it would make her owner look and by association; her.

Ashley began daydreaming, her damaged mind from his manipulations conjuring images of Theodore's upwards spiral of fame from that singular interview segment, culminating in him walking down the red carpet in a tuxedo ready to attend a gala with her on a sparkling designer leash. Her always being at his side and Michelle nowhere to be found.

“I will be in touch.” Theodore said to her and continued to lead Ashley onwards to where he intended before they were interrupted, this time going around the market area instead of through it.

Where are we going to go now? We must have some time to kill until that next thing.

"What do you want to do now master?" Ashley asked.