I don't own anything of the Fifty Shades of Grey series. Just Viv, Lily, Rob, Fish Chief, Head Chief, Berry Ex-boss/manger and Boss, Nick Cartmen, and Mr. Cartmen. Please review! Thank you.

For four long days of pain, rape, and back-talk. I was free, or I thought I was. Until they made me see Dr. T. According to the message on my cell that boss was happy to call me.

Boss dropped me off at Dr. T.

Dr. T was a man with a full head of grey hair. He sat in a seat with a notebook and a recorder. I doubt he needed both devices and I wasn't talking to him.

"How are you feeling," he asked for the sixth time!

Annoyed, angry, and now I have a plan to call my own. How are you feeling you fake shrink? Do you have people that rat on you too? I know you will tell everything I tell you. You can't tell on me Mr. not when I'm not talking.

Dr. T moves around. "What is you favorite color?"

Maybe I don't have a favorite color, ever thought of that.

"So, how is your sister, Lily?"

Hooking up with boss. She is like his shadow. You freak!

"How is Ana?"

How about you stop with the questions and leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you.

I had it. I got up and walked out of the room. "It has been an hour," I stated as I shut the door.

An hour of planning my escape. My plan is: buy an apartment (out of the city), make a new bank account, but not in my name, get a new car and get a job out of the city. How I am going to do this? I don't know.

Boss hands me a dress and heels. "Put it on. I have to talk to Dr. T."

Sure you do. Dr. T doesn't have anything to say about me. He will probably say: she didn't open up to me. You broke her.

That is fine by me.

The dress is your simple black dress. He hands me high-heels, these are not your standard by far. They're Fuck Me Heels. I groan as I put them on and walk to the door. Dr. T is talking fake doctor talk. He is informing him I have trust issues.

Wouldn't you have trust issues too, if you were in my heels?

Oh, no I am going to fall. I hit the floor with a bang.

Inside the car, which I hate. I hate this car and the smell. It smells like him. He winks at me, then his eyes dart the road. "We are going to a party for master and submissive."

Great, I can feel the fun now. Hold still, let me hit you with a whip. No. More contract. How many contracts can I get?

"You're quiet."

"Well, I get into trouble with my big mouth."

"You're a smarty and sassy little thing."

"I hate you."

I cross my arms on my chest. Now I sound like a six-year-old. I hate you piece of shit. You are ruining my life. First you ruin my pastry, then you ruin me. Well, you can't ruin my island.

"There is people coming down, I want you to meet."

I don't want to meet them. Can you take these F-Me Heels and shove them up you ass for me? That would be nice.

"Do you want to listen to music?"

Now your letting have a say? I thought I had to be your little submissive puppet. Wow! I am a real girl now.

Right when I reached to turn on the radio, he grabbed my hand. "I asked you if you like to listen to music, not turn on the radio."

Guess I am back to puppet.

The party was in this huge building. We had the whole second floor. There was so many people. The first person I saw was Ana. I ran up to her and gave her a big hug. I knew that she married Mr. Grey.

"What are you doing here, Viv," asked Ana?

Mr. Grey replied, "She is a submissive."

"Oh."

"No, oh, more like OW! NO! OH WHAT DID I DO NOW!"

"You don't have to scream," said Grey.

Boss grabbed my right arm. "I hope she wasn't causing too much trouble. She has been punish more times then she been submissive."

Mr. Grey laugh. "No, trouble. She is very amusing."

"Mr. Grey, if you hurt Ana-I will hurt you," I threatened Mr. Grey.

"We're going," said Boss to me and to Mr. Grey and Ana, "It was nice to see you again, Mr. Grey, and nice to put a face to Ana's name."

Boss pulled me to a group of other people. They were all talking about sub this and sub that. Then they looked at me.

Manager smiled at me. "Glad you made it."

"I'm not," I murmured.

"You are so cute that you want to be punished. I could take you to a bathroom and we can talk about your punishment."

I didn't do anything wrong, you moron.

"Sorry, I was just planning on doing nothing today," I said. "You're right. I forgot, sorry. I have only six days under my belt."

He nodded. "I think you are learning."

No. I am just thinking about what I want. I don't want to be punished here or in the bathroom. Might as well play puppet. How does my sister do this?

Lily comes and stands next to me as if right on cue. "Boss, your here."

"My Lily, aren't you a sight," said Boss.

Nice to see you too, Lily.

"Hi Lily," I said.

"Hi sis! Isn't Dr. T the greatest."

"He is something." He is crazy. They are crazy if they think I believe he is a shrink.

"I love the way he tells me, 'I need to think for myself.' It is so cute. Thinking for yourself. Who does that these days? I have the boss thinking for me."

Gag me! Okay, even fake shrink wants her to think for herself.

"I don't even pick my clothes for myself," Lily adds. "Food, forget about it. Boss provides me with everything I need to live."

"Lily, I think you are spending too much time with boss. Maybe you should try to get your old job back."

"I can't. Boss won't let me. You should quit your job too. Think about all the things you can do when you don't work."

Hell no! Can I repeat that again?

Run away, before I catch what Lily has.

"I like my job. If he ever told me to quit my job-I would work somewhere else. I did quit my job-the one he told me to quit."

Manager shook his head. "You would still have a job."

"It wouldn't be the job he told me to quit."

"Why do you somehow do that?"

"Do what?"

"Get your way, but doing it submissively?"

"I am a Sub. You should be happy. I could be more aggressive if you like?"

"What did I start?"

I smiled. "Nothing but something. I am going to play on that there piano."

"She plays a mean piano," informed Lily.

There was the piece that I played for fun. Nothing that would get me into some music college. Not that I wanted to be a musician. It was an advanced piece and seemed to fit this party.

The score had four movements. The first movement was contract, and that was my least favorite. My favorite movement was the Dominant Dance. In the beginning both hands fight for dominance but in the end the left hand wins.

Soon after the third cord, I hear a saxophone playing. A quick glanced to my right and there was my high school crush. He has dark hair, and everything about him his sexy. Of course he is a Dom according to his tag. My hair covers my Sub part on my tag-maybe he will think me as a Dom.

His presence transport me back to high school. We practiced pieces together. I played piano and clarinet. He let chose me to play the piano with him in a solo once. It was different, though, I loved him at one point.

"You're cute," he said during our break.

I looked at him, hurt. "Cute? Why not sexy?"

"You're like my sister," he chuckled. "I can't sleep with my sister."

I slammed the lid on the piano. "I don't want to sleep with you! I-I want to date you."

"Dating is the same thing. You date to have sex. You date because you are loved. My dating is different then you can ever understand. I don't want to hurt you, but you're a child."

"You're seventeen. A whole year older then me."

"Come on Vivianne. We need to practice."

I nodded.

His saxophone sang sexily as if attached to the sexiness of-I forgot his name. How could I forgot his name? Now I understand him. He was a Dom even then. So sad. He was so young.

"Vivianne," said the modern day sexophone man.

I nodded.

"You grew up, well. I mean you were so different. You wouldn't touch contemporary pieces. Miss. Classical music this and that."

"I remember. Do you alway carry around your Sex-A-Moe-Phone?"

"Oh, that was so high school. No. I own a music hall and well there is always a saxophone."

He smiled. "Do pianos appear for just you? Where the clarinet?"

"No, and my clarinet is dormant in my room."

"Right, the piano is here. So, what do you say about me jamming with you in another room."

I smiled. "Bring the sax and find me piano and you are on."

He laughed. "You have no idea what you walked into."

"I think I know." I kicked off the heels.

How does he do that? Make me melt, but there is no us. Never was, even when he kissed me that one time.

"How about another song? My fingers are roaring to play."

His left hand found my right thigh. His fingers started to walk up my thigh. "As are mine."

"Okay, I am thinking Waltz."

I don't know what waltz piece I was playing. His fingers were so close to where they should not have been. I heard a sigh and then the sound only a saxophone could make.

We were back in high school. He wrote a note: Meet Me in Practice Room 9. Bring your best playing hands. Nick Cartmen (Not the famous saxophonist yet)

"You came," he said.

"I got your note in my band locker."

He sat down his saxophone and pinned me to the corner of the room. He kissed me, but stopped. "I can't do this to you. I have to stop."

He ran back to his saxophone and played. He had started to play without me. We weren't even warmed up and I was fine he kissed me. My first real kiss from Nick. We are a couple.

The bell rang. How many lunches did I miss this week?

After school I was practicing when I heard something. Nick and that Slut Marla were having sex with Nick's saxophone. The mouthpiece was firmly planted inside Marla. He had a girlfriend.

Marla was twenty-five-years-old and she was having sex with a seventeen-year-old-boy. She served lunch to us. Now she was serving Nick, herself. I quickly shut the door and ran away.

The waltz ended and brought me back to the present day.

"You still have a mean waltz."

"Nick, I told on Marla. It wasn't Hanna."

He blinked. "How did you know? You weren't a Dom then."

"I walked in on you two."

"I didn't even notice. You must have felt awful."

"No. I thought that was why you stopped kissing me. Afeard that you would hurt me."

"Now what do you think."

"I think I'm hungry and my fingers hurt."

"Lier on the fingers, but you do look hungry. I recall the same look you gave me when we missed all those lunches."

"Because of Marla."

He shook his head. "No. I wanted to have a friend that I didn't fuck. Even though I had feelings for you. I remember you telling me how you felt about me."

"History. Right now I am going to leave you and grab something to eat."

My inner high schooler was crying. I had him and blow him off as he did me so many years ago. She was stumping around. She brightened up at the punch bowl.

I poured myself some punch and help myself to five cookies.

He is the past, I thought to myself.

"I have the room," said Nick.

I didn't really believe him but I followed him anyway. My inner high schooler grinning and show her princess side.

He did have a room. "I was hungry so I brought a few things."

Danger! Danger, bells were ringing. "I had food."

"You had bad food."

He broke a piece of cake and gave it to me. "Close your eyes," I told him.

He did.

In about five minutes he fell asleep. There was a pill bottle in his pants. So he was trying to drug me.

That didn't work for you, Nick. Why would you do that?

I marched into the hall.

Boss saw me. "What happened to you?"

"I'm leaving."

"No, you are not. Subs have games. You are going to play."

"No. I am not."

Manger walked over to me. "What did Nick do to you?"

Boss looked at me. "Nick Cartmen! You went off by yourself with Nick. How did you do that? He is one picky boy and likes his girls asleep."

I already figured that one out, when he was trying to drug me.

"Well, that backfired on him," I stated. "He ended up consuming his little rape drug by accident."

"How," said Boss.

"He thought I was a Dom. It was easy. All I did was tell him to close his eyes and he ate it."

"Wow."

Manger looked at me. "Why did he think you were a Dom?"

I smiled. "That is for me to know and you to find out."

Lily walked up to me. "So you and Nick. High school crush meets modern day love affair."

"First off, sis, nothing happened and nothing is going to happen. He is a creep. I should have not told on Marla."

"That was you!" Lily looked at me. "You knew about Marla being his submissive."

Whoa, what? "Marla was a submissive?"

"Yep. She was and now, well she is around."

"So, history meets currents events."

Boss looked at me. "You were that piano and clarinet girl."

"I prefer PCnet."

Mr. Cartmen walked up to me. "Not again. He left you hanging. I mean really. He could have had you in high school and he just let you go."

Letting me go my drugging me is not letting me go. It backfired on him. That is it. We are over-not that we had anything.

"He didn't let me go. I opened the door and walked out. He did try feeding me. It backfired."

Mr. Cartmen blue eyes went wild. "What does that mean?"

"Here," I showed him a picture of his son sleeping with the saxophone.

"What is he doing?"

"Sleeping with his sax' 'cause that is all he can get."

"Dom as always, missy. Do you have any idea what you caused?"

I didn't reply.

"Marla, poor Marla. That was his half-sister."

I blinked. "What?"

"Marla was his half-sister. He knew that when he was fourteen and started his own little contract. He murder her. Well, it was suicide really. He put too many pills in her food and drink. She never woke up.

"Wonderful the sub games are about to begin. The sucking contest is my favorite."

Boss smiled at me. He picked me up and carried me to my sucking straw. It was a long tube that disappeared into the floor.

You have to suck whatever flavored water there was. They refill every ten minutes. The person left sucking the longest is the winner. There is a female and male winner.

For the first five minutes of this sucking contest, I wasn't getting anything. That was okay, because I needed to think. Nick could have killed me. He nearly did.

About ten minutes of sucking that is when I tasted something. Coconut water with a touch of banana. I kept sucking and thinking about ways to get out of the contract. If only I could see what I signed up for and then come up with a better way to get out of it.

One of the judges was watching me. "She is still sucking."

To bad I won't get to see Nick when he wakes up from his little nap with his saxophone. He really should be in prison. To bad I didn't get that recorded.

I jerked back a little. It is strawberry water. They changed it. That was a shock. The judges looked at me. I turned to see that I was only girl standing. Three guys were standing strong too. I don't want to win this thing.

I could stay in the bathroom, because I had too much water. Now that there is an idea. Wouldn't drinking this water make me sick.

Cherry water!

Manger, Head Chief, and Boss were beaming. I wonder why. I just hope their happiness doesn't show through their pants.

Still sucking.

I hear something. I look and a man is down. He sits not moving. Now there are two. I can do this. Just suck and breath. Suck, breath, and ignore the stomach pain.

My knees want to shake, because now I have to pee and bad.

Come on stop sucking you two. I need to go to the bathroom and now. The man looked at me and looked at him. He stares at me. I look down just incase I wet myself. I didn't though. Why is he staring at me?

I gaze up to see that one man stand down. Great! Just staring man and me. It is on.

Our eyes lock to each other. He doesn't move a muscle. He just sucking and sucking hard. I try to suck harder too.

Then the water stop. He looked at me and shrug.

He drops the tube and faints.

I stop sucking.

Okay got to go and now.

I peed for like two hours. I missed tons of the games. Manger, Head Chief and Boss didn't seemed to mind. Lily informed me that I beat four time winner.

Until the next chapter.