Chapter 28: Friends and Enemies at Down Under

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Elena demanded as she approached Christian.

The Gray Wolf, Brown Bear, and Queen Bee were sitting at a table in the bar area. Princess Rose, the Bear Cub, and a couple of other submissives were kneeling beside them chatting quietly. Christian had given his Princess Rose a few minutes to rest after finishing her aftercare, and now he was giving her some time to catch up with her friends while she continued to enjoy all the eyes still on her. His dried cum was still on her neck and exposed tits, and in her hair. It would remain there for the rest of the night. He wouldn't wash her delectable body until they returned to Escala later. For now, he enjoyed seeing his sign of ownership on her, and knowing that all the other Doms saw it, too.

Anastasia cringed at the sound of that evil woman's voice, but she kept her eyes downcast, sipping the mineral water that her Dom had given her through a straw.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Christian returned Elena's words back to her. Seriously, what the fuck was her problem?

"Who is this little tart, and what makes you think she can satisfy you?" Elena demanded. "She doesn't have any idea about your needs. And you KISSED her!? What the hell were you thinking? You don't kiss your subs, darling! I thought I trained you better than that!"

Christian raised an eyebrow at her, but instead of responding, he turned to BB and asked, "Do you kiss your sub?"

BB smirked at Christian, leaned over towards Jose, and kissed his lips, prolonging it just for the fun of it. When he ended the steamy kiss, he smiled at Jose, rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand, and said, "I love you, Baby Boy." He turned back to Christian and replied, "Only an asshole Dom would refuse to kiss his sub."

Christian smirked back at his friend, still refusing to answer Elena. Instead, he asked Queen Bee, "What about you, Bee? Do you ever kiss the sub you're playing with?" He knew Beatrice had never collared a submissive either, but she enjoyed playing with both males and females. She was happily unattached to any of them.

Beatrice shrugged. "I won't say never, but I usually avoid it during a scene. Kissing does tend to make them get attached. But sometimes, especially during aftercare, it's what the sub needs most. I'd never deny a good sub their needs. I like to reward them when they've earned it."

Both BB and Beatrice completely ignored Elena. They both detested her.

Christian looked Elena squarely in the eye as he told them all casually, "I'm realizing the person who taught me to be a Dominant was a really shitty teacher."

Elena's face turned red, then purple. Her eyes were as large as saucers as she exploded, "Listen to me, you little shit! How dare you call me a shitty teacher! I made you what you are! Every success you've had you owe to me, Chris…"

Christian's hand closed over Elena's mouth, stopping her from finishing his name. He whispered menacingly, "Don't you fucking dare out me, you fucking bitch! I don't owe you shit!"

"That's grounds for expulsion," BB said casually. "Saying even part of another Dom's name is against the rules. She knows that. Everyone knows that." He waved for security.

"I'd have kicked her out months ago if it were just up to me," Queen Bee agreed with her brother. She sipped her strawberry daiquiri calmly.

Christian knew that the only reason BB and Beatrice had allowed Elena to join Down Under was because of him. He was also the only reason she hadn't been kicked out already. His co-owners frowned on Elena's methods of training submissives, and they knew Christian was protecting her from being investigated for her connections to Vincent Wolfe, the asshole who'd been creating and selling child porn. Well, now he was investigating her, but they didn't know that yet.

A dungeon master walked over, and Christian himself instructed, "Escort Mistress Elena to her private room and watch her while she collects all of her belongings. Then escort her out. Her membership privileges are revoked, effective immediately." Elena was one of the few Dommes at Down Under who chose to use her real first name, as was her prerogative. Christian hadn't broken any rules by using her name, but she had by almost using his, which was off limits.

If Elena's face looked angry before, that's nothing to what it looked now. "What!? What the actual fuck, Christian!?" she shouted. "You can't kick me out! Just who the hell do you think you are?"

"Shit," BB muttered. "You're not going to get that cat back in the bag."

"Shut up, bitch," Beatrice spat at Elena. "How dare you speak his name, you stupid cunt. And yes, he can kick your nasty ass out of this club. So can I. Who he thinks he is is the owner of this damn club, and all three of us owners say you're out, bitch. Fucking finally. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out. Better yet, I hope it does!" She turned to the dungeon master and told him, "Zack, kick her ass out now. I don't give a shit if she gets her shit from her room. She just called an owner by name, twice, so she's out. Get her out of here now."

Zack didn't wait another moment. He drug Elena to the elevator, where Taylor and another security guard were waiting. The two of them escorted Elena into the elevator. Hopefully, she was gone for good.

"How many people do you think heard her say my name?" Christian asked them quietly.

BB looked around. Most of the other members were scattered around the play area, doing their thing, paying them no attention, but a few were close enough to have heard. "No fucking idea. Impossible to say. At least she didn't say your last name too."

"Yeah, well, it doesn't take a genius to figure that one out," Beatrice muttered. She glanced around, and seeing one of her frequent play partners kneeling nearby, called out, "Hey, Tink, come here, pet."

Tinkerbell, who was known outside of these walls as paralegal Tina Campbell, crawled over to her favorite Dominatrix. She'd never admit it to Queen Bee, but she thought her mentor was the best Domme alive. Tinkerbell had been kneeling on the floor chatting with Princess Rose, Bear Cub, and Cherry Blossom until Mistress Elena had caused a ruckus and put an end to their conversation. Tinkerbell was almost as delighted to see that awful woman get kicked out of Down Under as she'd been to see her friend Princess Rose come out of her shell tonight, like a butterfly bursting forth from her cocoon. But at the moment, Princess Rose was completely silent, with her eyes on the floor. No doubt, Mistress Elena's hateful words had upset her. If Queen Bee was the best Domme, Mistress Elena was the worst.

"Look at me, pet," Queen Bee ordered Tinkerbell. "What did you hear just now? Tell me everything."

Tinkerbell answered unreservedly, "I heard you call Mistress Elena a stupid cunt, ma'am, which is true, and I heard and saw you kick her ass out of the club, which she deserved for saying the Gray Wolf's first name, which she never should have done."

Christian sighed. Shit. BB was right. The cat was out of the bag.

Queen Bee continued questioning Tinkerbell, "Did you know the Gray Wolf's first name before you heard her say it, or was that the first time you'd ever heard it?"

Tinkerbell blushed. With her pale complexion, her blush was always very obvious. Queen Bee loved making her ass red because of her beautiful porcelain skin that perfectly complemented her strawberry blonde hair. Tinkerbell was a good sub. Queen Bee knew she was one of the most honest and trustworthy members of Down Under, which was why she'd chosen to question her first.

"Umm… I…," Tinkerbell faltered. "I already knew, ma'am. I know who he is."

Christian just stared impassively at Tina Campbell, a girl he'd never even spoken to but knew through Beatrice. He also knew that she was a paralegal at his father's law firm. How long had she known who he was, he wondered. Still now, she wasn't looking at him or even acknowledging that she knew he was sitting there while they talked about him.

Queen Bee stroked Tinkerbell's cleavage. Her tight corset was pushing up her small breasts, and the tops of her areolas were exposed. Queen Bee had permission to touch her and more. Tinkerbell would strip naked for her if she asked her to.

"How do you know who he is?" Queen Bee asked Tinkerbell.

Tinkerbell answered, "Well, he's your friend, and close friends with your brother. With the Brown Bear, I mean. And they're close friends in real life. I mean, outside of the club. It's obvious who the Gray Wolf is. It's always been obvious."

Kneeling next to her friend, listening to this exchange, Anastasia felt foolish. Yes, it had always been obvious, but she hadn't realized Christian's identity. Tinkerbell knew all this time. She knew Anastasia had a crush on the Gray Wolf, but she'd never even hinted at his true identity. Tinkerbell was good at being discrete, clearly.

"Does he need to be worried that you know his secret?" Queen Bee asked Tinkerbell.

"Of course not, ma'am," Tinkerbell insisted. "I'd never out anyone here. This is my family. I love you all."

Queen Bee responded, "You're a good girl, Tink, and I only asked for the Gray Wolf's benefit. I already knew you could be trusted."

"Thank you, ma'am," Tinkerbell said, sounding relieved.

Christian wasn't as convinced about Tinkerbell's trustworthiness, mainly because he didn't know her and didn't trust anyone. But at the moment, he had another concern. Princess Rose had been sitting stone still ever since Elena's disruption. She was upset. He stroked Anastasia's cheek, getting her attention. "Are you OK, Princess?"

"Yes, Master," she replied.

"Tell me what's going on in your head," he demanded.

She answered, "Just… worried about you. I don't like that she said your name, Sir, and I don't like the tone she took with you. She thinks you're her submissive."

Christian glanced at BB, raising a questioning eyebrow. Had he told her? BB shook his head, knowing exactly what Christian was thinking. No, he'd never tell anyone Christian's secrets, especially not Anastasia. His history with Elena was his story to tell.

"I'm glad we've gotten rid of her," Queen Bee commented. "Now we just need to figure out how to kick out the fake bitches she's brought in. I can't stand all those whores that were here just to get what they could out of you, Gray Wolf. Thank God you've come to your senses and gotten yourself a real submissive."

Christian smiled at Anastasia. "Yeah, she's as real as they get." He tugged on her braid, so she came closer to him, resting her head against his thigh. He caressed her shoulders as he told Beatrice and BB, "And I'm working on my former subs. I've got Barney and Welch both working on finding a way to kick them out without violating our rules. They're also investigating Elena's connections with Vincent Wolfe."

"Fucking finally," Beatrice muttered. "As for your former… sorry, I refuse to call those women submissives. Anyway, it's simple to get rid of them. If all three of us agree, they're out. That's how we wrote it."

"Well, that is simple," BB agreed. "If that's the case, we can get rid of them tonight."

Christian nodded. "The sooner the better. I don't want them bothering my Princess."

BB told Christian, "I'm afraid you might have made yourself an enemy tonight out of your former friend. I'd keep my eyes on her if I were you. I know you think she's harmless, but she just outed you. She's not harmless."

The three Dominants all heard as a fourth sub who'd also been kneeling there all this time leaned towards Tinkerbell and asked her, "Who's the Grey Wolf?"

Tinkerbell whispered back, "I'm not telling you that."

"Cherry, you're too curious for your own good, girl," Queen Bee admonished her. "Mind your own business."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Cherry Blossom responded. "But am I the only one sitting here who doesn't know who he is?"

Christian scowled at Cherry Blossom, also known as Mee-Young Park. He knew she was often with Princess Rose at Down Under, so they were friends. He didn't know anything else about this girl, but he'd get Taylor and Welch to check her out. He could also ask Anastasia.

"You don't need to know who he is," Anastasia told her.

"I know that, but I'm curious. It's not like I'm going to tell anyone. She called him, 'Christian.' And he's the Gray Wolf. Oh, shit, Christian G…"

Anastasia moved quickly, putting her hand over Mee-Young's mouth to stop her from saying her Dom's last name, thus outing him even more. Seriously, had everyone forgotten club rules tonight?

"Shut the fuck up, Cherry!" Anastasia hissed. "Are you trying to get kicked out, too?"

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry!" Cherry Blossom cried. "I didn't mean… Oh my God, please don't kick me out! I promise I'll never tell another soul! I didn't mean any harm!"

Christian sighed. He took Anastasia's hand as he said, "We're leaving." Without another word, he stood up and helped Anastasia get up. They both walked towards his private room without another word. There, Christian changed back into his other clothes, put Anastasia's coat on her, and left the club.