Chapter Eight - In At The Deep End

Tori’s POV

The Dom in question was Oscar. I’d seen him around though he never said much. He was using Susan to demonstrate signals and positions to an audience of females, as I had expected.

“What am I looking for this time?” I whispered.

“Women who won’t make the cut.”

Calvin was wearing leather pants and a black shirt.

“How will I know?”

“Put yourself in their position, Tori.”

I hoped he didn’t mean that literally. Empathy was something I could do. If it saved the club money that was a bonus.

The Alpha was gradually giving me more responsibility and more of an insight into this kind of scene. I have to admit, even though I’d lied at that first meeting when I told him it intrigued me, there was a small part of me which was curious.

Why did women sign up for this kind of thing? Did they have a past trauma or just a strange fetish?

I was dragged into it when one of the observers balked at trying it out. Had he somehow anticipated this?

“What about her, the bruised one?” she asked, poin