Charlotte Submits... Kinda... For now...

Charlotte feels the urge to cry. Either that or fall to the ground and start rubbing her hips on the floor. Taking a deep breath, she takes a few slow steps to the bar and the thong loosens slightly along with the ache in Charlottes loins.

~Good! Now keep going.~ Frowning, Charlotte takes a few more steps. ~Hey! How about we say hi to that gentle man!~ Charlotte's attention is immediatly drawn to a well built man at the bar in a black muscle shirt and leather pants, holding a whip. His arms and neck are covered in odd, foriegn tatoos.

~Mmm.. perfect. You see the spider's web on his neck? he went to jail for ****! See the cherries on the other arm? Those are his virgins. Lets see... 5,6,7... 8! Think he has a preference?~ She could hear the thong snickering in her head. ~Go on! Be careful though. See the tear on his check. He's killed someone by acceident once. Just a tidbit to think about if you consider struggling!~