"I'm glad you're sorry, but your tardiness is really disappointing. I treat you well. We only ask simple things of you, like, to obey. Immediately. What's so hard to understand about that?"

Dean didn't know exactly how he felt about Seth chastising Briana. Watching Seth smack the taste out of her mouth was a bit of a turn on. But he liked it more when they wanted it that way too. He shifted uncomfortably on his spot and attempted to gage Roman's thoughts. Roman simply looked blinded by his own lust.

"Leave her, I think she's learned her lesson," Dean suddenly piped up.

Seth abruptly stopped his lecture and gave Dean a swift, cool glance. For once, Dean found himself not caring that he was upsetting Seth and ruining his little power trip. He would do anything to make sure The Shield continued to be a well-oiled machine, but as of late he'd been feeling increasingly more and more done with Seth …

"She's all yours," Seth said roughly, pulling a limp Briana by her arm to Dean.

Briana seemed untouched by Seth, like he hadn't harmed her in the slightest. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks blushed so healthily that Dean barely noticed where Seth had marred her skin. Dean gripped her small hand and lead her to his room. Once there he pushed her to his bed and straddled her; he threaded one of the thin straps of the silken slip she was wearing between his fingers. It was the same one she had been wearing the other night. It pleased him that she had remembered that he liked it. That they all liked it. He wanted her so badly that his selfish, animal instinct took over the pack mentality.

He let his hand paw at her round breast, petite and round, perfectly filling the fine fabric of her slip. He stroked his hand down her flat abdomen and down to her hot core. The fabric gathered between her legs and a wet patch quickly formed. She was wanton, so ripe and juicy. They were often advertised as this but rarely, truly, delivered. Seeming to want him inside her just as much as Dean wanted to fill her, Briana opened her legs. Dean impatiently pushed her slip up, so thrilled that she didn't wait to be commanded. She knew exactly what he needed and he needed her now. He pushed himself inside her easily and cursed loudly when her tight, hot, pulsing space swallowed him. Briana clapped a hand over her mouth beneath him and Dean immediately pinned the hand back, beside her face. He didn't want her to be modest, he wanted to see and hear how much she enjoyed this.

Roman watched Deans hips move in frantic gyration between the service girls thighs with slight distaste. Taking a girl for yourself, away from the pack, was frowned upon. No man was more important than another in this group. Deans actions would not and could not detract Roman or Seth from getting their fill too. In his haze, Roman felt compelled to come closer to the girl. Her scent drove him to the brink of savagery, he wanted to take her. But Dean was already buried deep inside her, coating himself in her scent. There was nowhere else Roman wanted to go, but her mouth. He clamped a firm hand around her jaw and fixed his intense black stare onto her face. Her mouth was wide and ready, dutifully awaiting his gift which he promptly delivered.

Seth soon followed with his bizarre ritual. This service girl was fit for purpose, but rather than use her vessels, he chose to waste his seed on her face instead. Afterwards Roman experienced a sharp drop in adrenaline, which he had become used to. He turned his back on the scene and allowed Seth to dismiss the service girl, as was usual. Exhausted by tonight's fight and exertions he retired to his own bed, eager to sleep off the feeling of disquiet that kept nagging him after the bonding.

The Shield's report was the first to land on Lita's desk and therefore, thankfully, the last she would read. But now unfortunately, she had reached the bottom of the pile.

She skim read the report. There was nothing unusual in there. They always found something wrong with the girls, they were never quite right. Lita didn't understand why they weren't content to just get their dick wet. It was easy sex, the best kind of sex. What more could they want? She reluctantly picked up her phone and dialled The Shield's bus. Kaitlyn picked up the line.

"Hey Kaitlyn, it's your favourite time of the month again," Lita grinned to herself.

Kaitlyn was the only thing she liked about having to have any contact at all with The Shield and their numerous, miserable excuses for service girls.

"I have a good feeling about this month actually!" Kaitlyn responded, in her cheerful way. "I think she may actually be the genuine article."

"Huh," Lita simply responded.

Kaitlyn was always kind about the girls, but this was overly positive, even for her. Kaitlyn rambled some more about the girl and though Lita enjoyed the sound of her voice, she remained uninterested in The Shield's new service girl.

"Good. I gotta stop you there though hon, I best get on with some work. I need to see her at 1pm. Will you let her know?"

"Of course, see ya. Take care."

Lita had difficulty focusing on her work after their short conversation. She was going to miss Kaitlyn when her time was up with WWE, she wished to all the stupid Gods in their fucked up universe that she could stop being a pussy and just ask the girl out for a goddamn drink.

Briana approached Lita's office confident that she was fulfilling her role effectively. They were rough with her, especially Rollins, but last night was another successful night. She felt a little smug when whilst waiting outside Lita's office, she saw a girl emerge from her office crying. She had always had a disdain for public displays of emotion, her self-control would surely impress Lita.

"Next!" Lita barked.

Lita gestured to a chair opposite her desk by way of greeting to Briana when she entered. It didn't surprise her that Lita found her head too heavy to lift to nod at her in recognition. She had been no different when Briana had first met her.

"You're on time. Congratulations," Lita said drily.

Briana was puzzled by Lita's comment.

"Your report says your time keeping is very dissatisfactory."

"Does it say anything else?" Briana asked.

Lita finally snapped her head up, "don't be smart."

This was not how Briana had envisioned her first review going. Not only did she appear to be on the wrong side of The Shield, she was on the wrong side of Lita too.

"I'm sorry," Briana explained herself. "I was late, once. I was punished and I apologised. But I thought I had pleased my masters in everything else."

Lita referred back to the report.

"You've been rated 3, satisfactory, on everything else. Apart from on 'time keeping' where you've been rated 1, very dissatisfactory. Here, take a look."

Briana had expected a lengthy, glowing report of her virtues and skills, not the 'satisfaction' survey that was laid out on the desk in front of her.

"I see," Briana said.

"My advice would be to never be late again and try harder."

Briana nodded genially at Lita's lack of help. She considered asking about the punishment Seth had dealt her, but decided not to. There was no mention of it on the report and Lita had not questioned her when she mentioned it. Lita clearly did not care about service girls and it left Briana wondering not only how many more slaps she would have to take, but what it would take to please The Shield.

"How did your meeting with Lita go?"

Rollins voice was the last that Briana wanted to hear right now. He could only be here, conveniently bumping into her in the kitchen straight after her meeting during the daytime when none of the men were ever anywhere to be seen, to gloat.

"She says you're satisfied with me and advices that I improve my time keeping, which I aim to do, Mr. Rollins."

Rollins turned to Briana with a steaming mug in his hand, which he proffered to her. He could have spat in it or poisoned it, he was quickly shaping up to be a man that was not to be trusted, let alone liked.

"Thank you," she said taking it, having to keep these bitter thoughts to herself.

"I didn't mean that. None of that means anything, it's just a formality," he shrugged his shoulders and took a sip from his own mug. "I meant was she friendly? Was it nice to get off the bus?"

Rollins knew well enough that walking a few yards to Lita's bus did not constitute a nice excursion.

"Yes, she's pleasant and it is nice to get some fresh air."

"Pleasant?" he laughed, "I'm not sure that's a word any of our old service girls would have used to describe her. They said, speaking generally of course, that she wasn't particularly helpful and wasn't the easiest person to confide in."

The message behind his words was obvious: You're alone. Thinking Briana had took the message to heart he left.

"It's nice to see you looking respectable Briana. We really should have more conversations when you're wearing clothes. I'll be on my way, I only came by for a drink. Ciao."

He was completely oblivious to the fact that he was leaving Briana more determined than ever to make this service successful, at least for her.