Results

Through the next week you were nervous, you know that you should be a finalist, but...what happened at the end of the interview left you unsettled. So when you get the message that results are displayed on monitor in the main hall, you run fast as hell to see if your worst nightmare became reality. You look at the screen, and you see that these assholes are showing name of each person who qualified for a fucking minute. And the first name you see is Gavin. Great. Then you see Lisa's name. Next name is not yours. The next person is also not you. You are starting to get worried, but after long seven minutes you see your name. Why were you last? Does it matter? You don't have much time to consider this, because you hear the voice behind you. The voice you really didn't want to hear:

"I guess congratulations are in order" says Gavin.

You turn around, but say nothing, you won't let him provoke you.

"Oh" he pretends to be hurt "you won't say thank you, you won't congratulate me back?"

"No" you answer shortly.

"You hurt my feelings. But...you know you should give up, right? Last on the list...it doesn't look good" he says and it makes you fucking angry, because you were thinking exactly that.

"Fuck you! What the fuck do you want?!"

He's still smiling, which makes you even more mad "straight to the point huh? OK, I have an offer for you. I can resign from the final."

"What?" you ask him totally shocked. You'd be less surprised if he said that he was your brother with whom your were separated at birth.

He becomes serious "let's be honest and put aside our differences. We both know that one of us will win, it doesn't matter where they put you on the list. And I know that you really want to leave Vuzuno, so I can step aside if you...endure my sex **** training for five days."

You want to scream at him, this joke isn't even funny. But he looks dead serious, so maybe...this isn't a joke?

"Are you joking? you ask.

"No" he still doesn't smile "you see, Jenny..."

"Don't call me Jenny!" you interrupt.

He doesn't even flinch "You see, Jennifer, I have quite unorthodox preferences in sex. To be frankly I like when women submit to my will, I like when they are nothing more than toys in my hands, when they are doing everything I tell them to do. But so far...I didn't have the opportunity to make my fantasy a reality. Sure, I have rough sex with some of my girlfriends, but that's all."

Your cheeks are a little flushed, you feel shame by admitting it even in your thoughts, but you are a little excited right now. You ask:

"Why are you telling me this?"

This time he smiles and says "for the last two years, I was raising money to build...let's call it my own sex dungeon. I have all the equipment I wanted, now I just need to test it."

"You want to...test it on me?" it's so surreal, you are not even mad any longer.

He nods "why not? You are attractive, you have self-confidence, so you won't break easily and the fact that you hate my guts makes it even better. So, like I say, you have to endure five days of my training and I'm backing off the final. But it won't happen."

"Oh really? And why is that?"

"Because" he walks closer you, your faces almost touch each other "you'll either refuse my offer or you will end as my obedient fuck-pet, whose only goal in life is to please me."

You grit your teeth, he knows how to get on your nerves. But this offer is an obvious trap. You won't fall into it...Right?