Disclaimer: I don't own.

Second disclaimer: Been done.

:}

Beck wasn't always this way. Back in school, he's been so laid back, so controlled, it drove his then girlfriend crazy. But the desire, to help, to make a difference, it had been there even then. And that's what he does, he helped girls with poor self control learn to be better. He helped them find the right path in life. Mostly, he helped them manage a life that was often full of too many choices for some people.

"Drew, can you do me a favor and call Sarah?" He called out to his assistant. It blew his mind sometimes, not just how he'd wound up in this line of work, but that this type of job would require so much paperwork he'd need an office, complete with an assistant, files, the works. But he did manage fiances, among other things.

"Yes sir." The man chirped. It never failed to amaze the part time actor how happy some people were to obey.

'Gonna have to tell Willow her slaves a good assistant.' Beck thought for a second, wondering if he needed to call across to h is associate, just to praise the man hired to work for him. 'Nahh, if he see's her, he starts to deliberately mess up, cause he likes being disciplined. Never understood that type, who wanted the pain, just to earn some acceptance. Jade, I thought she was like that. It's what first got me into this world. Only, she needed a different mix, and by the time I figured that out, I was already fairly deep…'

"Miss Copland is on line one." Drew informed him.

"Thanks." Beck called back. "Make sure the floors clean, please." He smirked as he picked up the phone. 'Poor guy, he thinks of cleaning as a reward…'

"Sarah, Hi, I was just calling to check. My monitor says you're not far away, so shopping?" He asked.

"Just trying to be prompt." She replied. "You said sometimes before three, so I shifted my schedule.."

"Come here now." It was an order, one he gave for several reasons. Sarah wasn't to be trusted in a store. 'Her trust fund has plenty of cash, but she buys the worst things. She admits, she doesn't need all the pretty toys. That's why she came to me in the first place, to be restrained, and I happily obliged. I mean, I control her finances, just like I do all my clients, as well as other services, but sometimes she spends her allowance on the worst things. Just glad I figured out what I like, cause otherwise, I'd be like Will, dressing in that uncomfortable chiz just because it's expected. Sadomasochism really isn't my style. But dominance, a touch of discipline, that fits me just fine. And "The story of O" was right., there are people who want to be controlled, to have a strong hand guiding them through life. They want to be owned, but not necessarily the way "O" was. No, they don't want to be destroyed, just contained, to feel safe, and that what I give all my clients. The women I work with, my odd, professional meets personal relationships, are women who need my hand, in everything, and trade my control of their lives for that feeling of safety.'

The handsome boy didn't believe in cliches. He knew that each woman in his care was more then just a client. They were lovers and dependents who needed his clear, calm mind to help them through the rough times, so they could be strong the rest of their day. Beck cleared everything, from possible dates (Rare), through business decisions, to what they were allowed to wear for many occasions.

He himself preferred causal dress, tee shirt and jeans over anything else. He liked to have a couple of days stubble on his chin, while letting his hair grow slightly long. Overall, he was very good looking, but again, his looks were never what kept these woman near him. It was the fact that he ran their lives for them, something he himself found very satisfying.

'It's kinda funny, how Willow is the financial genius of the partnership. But her clients, they need her to be something she rarely is, and that's THE dominatrix. Plus, I've slept with her, just because she so rarely lets any of them do it. Claim's it disrupts the power dynamic, and she has needs to keep her men happy. I just, I tell her eight is too many, she needs to limit herself. I have five, and that's only cause I agreed to the extra, just to help Willow out.' Memories of that night, were he agreed, after the orgy in her office where this desperate woman begged to be brought in. The Dominatrix had realized that girl wound never have survived the lifestyle she wanted, and instead gave her to Beck. He mostly agreed because he'd never considered having his girls sleep with anyone but him before, and Willow's suggestions had opened new ideas for him. That, and his partner was very good at predicting investments.

"Mister Oliver, Miss Copland is here." Drew chimed in.

"Send her in." Beck said. "And tell Miss Wong I may need her help, if she's available. It seems my little Sarah went shopping and didn't bother clearing any purchases with me. If she bought anything I might object too…"

"Yes sir." The assistant said, sounding almost excited.

"Sarah, please, show me the receipts." Beck instructed, not letting the young woman do more then enter.

Sarah pulled out her phone, showing the electronic receipts from her purchases. "See, nothing off the list." She insisted. "I've been a good girl."

'Quick response. Is she lying, or..' he measured the woman. Attractive, just a couple of years older then him, with a doeish look of innocence about her. 'Nope, she just didn't find anything worth breaking the rules.' He decided. "Panties?"

"Still on." She said, standing to show her underwear.

"Good, nothing to worry about then." He sighed. "I've asked miss Wong to join us. I hope you don't mind. It's just…" he let the thought linger.

"But I was a good girl." Sarah protested.

"Which is why I feel that maybe you should get a reward." Beck said, controlling the situation. "We both know how frustrated miss Wong gets, right? I was thinking, for your reward, why not help her relax, work off some of her pent up frustrations?" He flashed a more leering smile. "And who knows, maybe I'll join in." He sat back, enjoying his life. "But, off with those panties…"

As the woman stood up to remove her skirt, shorts, and underwear, Beck reflected on his choices one more time. 'I need to fuck Tammy tonight, and I want to get to Ginger, cause she needs to be reminded who's in charge without hurting her too much, so can I fit this one in? Probably best to just watch. Willow can be quite the show woman when she's not trying to hurt them….'

:}

Bonus chapter for Thanksgiving. Never say I didn't give you anything.