A few days later I was discussing my thoughts with one of my closest friends, Edward. "Now, now Alex calm down. You know everything will work out. I already told you that I can just read him and be done with it if you just tell me who the fuck he is…" Edward said quietly but in a dangerous tone. My eyes flashed towards his and I hated when he used that tone with me. I wasn't his Mistress or anything but damn that boy had to have more respect for women. But I was aware that he just liked using foul language but he seemed frustrated lately for some reason unknown to me.

He just stared right back at me defiantly, almost waiting for me to strike back but I took a deep breath and hugged him from behind. "Now Edward tell me what's wrong?" I whispered into his ear and he sighed tilting his head to the side so I could lay my chin on his shoulder. "Nothing." He whispered back.

"It's not nothing if you're cursing at me knowing I'll get mad at you. Now tell me what's wrong before I really get mad at you." I said lowly hugging him tighter to let him know I wasn't kidding.

"I-I like this girl from one of our classes together but… I don't think she's into me at all. And I really like her but I'm invisible to her and its kinda depressing." He whispered leaning into me. I thought for a few seconds to all the girls he talked to or even looked at during class and tried to match this new information with a girl. None sprung to mind except possibly two girls he procrastinated greatly with.

"Hmmm.. How do you know she's not interested?" I asked.

"Because… she's interested in someone else… I overheard her talking to her friends and I heard a name. It wasn't mine, that was for sure." He said trying to break from my hold.

"Tsk tsk… Edward, I'll let you go when I think this through. Besides you're comfortable. He turned his head to look at me with his green eyes while I stared back trying to figure out who this chick was. I mean any woman not to pay attention to him was blind. Edward was handsome with his bronze unruly hair, pale smooth skin, piercing green eyes and athletic build plus he was smart and charming as well. "So what are you going to do to get leather boy to submit to you?" He asked. His breath blowing around towards my face. I stayed quiet waiting for him to apologize about being an ass before he continued with his line of questioning. "Aren't you going to tell me how you plan to get him to be your sub? I mean you were pretty adamant a while ago about needing that boy to be on his knees before you." I sighed and let him go. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder.

"Wait, I'm…." He said but I didn't even pay attention to his words as I walked away and I didn't turn around because I was still sort of pissed at him for not letting me cuddle him like I usually do. Because he knew I was a dominant bitch that liked to be listened to. I didn't ask for much and we were friends but I still liked control. He knew that. He shouldn't take out his frustrations on me but either way it didn't matter, it never did. We just continued on with life as it nothing bad truly ever occurred between us that was just our style. I always let his shit of an attitude slide and I always forgave Edward for his misdeeds.

(A few days later- Thursday)

I was walking out in the hallway of the library heading onto Starbucks to get some much needed Double chocolate chip cappuccino. I had many exams in the next few days I had to study and get it together. I walked in to Starbucks ordered my drink and sat down in one of the many tables in the back with cushioned seats. I would need it if I was going to stay here and study for the next few hours; I laid my text books, information pages, cases, definitions, strategic plans, and a notebook on the table.

The barista called out my name and I signaled with my hand to bring it over since I was busy. He smiled and came around and brought it to me. "Here you go Miss." He winked playfully at me, "See you tomorrow and the day after that and that…" He trailed off and I laughed knowing he was right. He knew me well enough by now that I stuck around during exams; his name was Jasper. He was a nice fellow with a slight southern accent and I just knew he was raised somewhere in the south of Texas. His honey blond hair and electric blue eyes always managed to hold me together though when I was in panic mode. He just said a few words of encouragement and I would instantly be calm. That was the man's talent and I had to give it to him and sometimes do him favors without him wanting them. Because that man could work wonders with my emotions and that was what I needed.

Feet appeared in my peripheral vision and I glanced up to see Jayson, a young man in one of my math classes. I cocked an eyebrow at him silently asking him what he wanted; I glanced at his demeanor with his eyes to the floor and head slightly bowed hands together at his front. To anyone who saw him he would seem like a shy or timid young fellow but to me, who I saw him almost everyday interact with such leadership I knew this wasn't the case.

This was a silent submissive gesture and since he wasn't looking at my face I cleared my throat and he glanced up at me quickly. "Sit." I ordered. He sat down instantly just as silent as he was before. I had a feeling I knew what he wanted, "Speak." I ordered.

"I was hoping Miss that you would take me in as your submissive." He said in a low voice that only I would hear. "Hmm…" I paused looking at him closely, "Look at me." He glanced up and his light hazel eyes sought mine. "Oh?" I said. "I am very obedient. Would you care to please give me a trial run that is if you wish Miss." I stayed silent because this fucker was asking for this in a public place and yet I couldn't stop looking at him. I had, had my eye on him as well; he was quite handsome with his military haircut, hazel eyes, broad shoulders, and lean body. I slipped my hand into my bag and gave him my card.

"Meet me at this address in 0700 hours." He nodded, "Yes, ma'am." I nodded my head indicating that he should leave and he did. I went back to my books and starting writing about why Mr. Gordon was full of bullshit and he was guilty for murder and just using a doctor to make everyone think he was crazy. I provided evidence from the file given to me.

Jayson's POV

I glanced at the card she gave me and smiled at it like an idiot. I had noticed her in class. She always gave this timid shy girl façade but I saw her demeanor outside of class and that's when she was in her element. She was who she was and I wanted a part of her. I knew or at least suspected that she may be a Dom and I confirmed my suspicions when I overheard her talking to one of her friends. I usually saw them together and I thought they were an item but when I heard tid-bits of conversation and actions I knew they were just really good friends.

Flashback…

"So what are you going to do to get leather boy to submit to you?" He asked her quietly as she had her arms wrapped around him. In that instant when he said the word submit I froze on my tracks and walked quietly back behind the pillars of the building. "Aren't you going to tell me how you plan to get him to be your sub? I mean you were pretty adamant a while ago about needing that boy to be on his knees before you." Damn… Those next worth left me breathless. My cock hardened at his words. Someone on his knees before her, yeah that should be me. I wanted that spot and I could fill in and sure as hell pleasure her. I would do anything she wanted if she just let me and… well dominated me. Still, who was this "leather boy" they were talking about? He had to be something special if from what I heard he wasn't a submissive at all and yet she wanted him. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder heading towards Starbucks. Perfect.

Victor's POV

"Sit." I heard a feminine voice demand. A demand that sent shivers through my spine. I looked around and located the source. There she was that girl with books littering her table with a boy that looked…submitting. She ordered him to speak and once again her voice went straight to my dick and all I could do was go stand behind a shelf full of mugs and caffeine products to hide my hard on from view.

At his next words, I nearly came on the spot not because of the dude. Hell, nah I was not gay, but because that meant that she was… a Dominatrix.

"I was hoping Miss that you would take me in as your submissive." He said in a low voice that if I wasn't standing so close I wouldn't have been able to hear. "Hmm…" she paused looking at him closely, "Look at me." She demanded once again. He glanced up and her and her eyes shined. "Oh?" She said nonchalantly . "I am very obedient. Would you care to please give me a trial run that is if you wish Miss." The guy stayed silent and her eyes flashed as if in anger. I wondered if she would tell him to fuck off but all my hopes went out the window when she slipped her hand into her bag and gave him a card.

"Meet me at this address in 0700 hours." He nodded, "Yes, ma'am." She then told him to be on his way and I stood there watching her write on her notebook and pouring over her books.

I knew this girl I had seen her before and I tried to recall when and where. A boy with brown hair and as pale as I approached her. I just heard him say one thing, "Your leather boy is here." With that she looked at him and I looked away hoping that she wouldn't see me since I was standing so close. I wonder who this leather boy was. Maybe it was the guy that just left?

"Hmmm.." was all she said. "Guess what?" She prodded him.

"What?" he asked taking a sip of her drink; she slapped his hand away and snatched the drink from his grasp. "Mine. Anyways, I got something interesting to tell you and you'll never guess what it is…" She said in a sing-song voice; she kept writing and never looked at her companion in the eyes. "What?" He asked.

And then it clicked. I knew who she was. She was that strange girl in some of my classes about a year or two ago. She tapped me in the head once and I thought it strange but let it go. She was always talking animatedly with that boy. Except I couldn't remember her name for the life of me.

"I got someone to trial run tomorrow.." She said.

He choked on apparently nothing and started coughing. "What the fuck! What did you do to make him want you that fast? Well, I did tell you he might want you but you didn't listen to me did you. Here you have it proof of my amazing head skills." He said smiling broadly.

"No, you jack ass, someone else. Jayson, remember? That boy from my math class I told you about? Well, he came to me. How did he know I was a Dom? I got no clue but he wants in and we'll se how he does tomorrow."

He just stared at her slack jawed. "Edward. Speak. Now." The way she so easily demanded things from people seriously was doing things to my body and it was just from her voice. I could hardly think what I would do if she had me on my knees, over her knee, on a whipping bench… Ugh… If I didn't cut this shit out I was seriously going to cum in my pants in fricking Starbucks! "Wow… That's- that's great! Finally, someone that could relieve you and stop this madness and bitchy attitude of yours." As soon as he said those words she slapped him hard on his cheek. No one turned except for me since we were in the less crowded side of the café with the fricking walls, shelves, and all this shit being advertised. I just looked on in rapid attention. "More respect, Edward. Or should do you want me to put you over my knee and spank the shit out of you? Maybe that'll clean that attitude and mouth of yours. Hmmm?..." With that no such fucking luck I fizzed right into my pants like never before. I could see her friend's cock harden under the table but he kept his face composed. "No, Ma'am." He said. I wondered if he was her sub but I thought it weird since they were friends. I remember that much from a year ago. "I know you're not my pet or anything, Edward but seriously. More. Respect." That answered my questions. Wow, she was some tough shit and I loved it.

Goddamn, how the fuck was I going to fit in her life with fucking men all over her? First, that Jayson dude, her friend, and this leather guy? What the fricking hell! I want some of the action, too. Where was the fricking advertisement that had her info in it so I could ask her for a trial, too?

Gah, now I was going to have to find a way in. Now, to talk to Victoria maybe she could help me.