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“Yeah, but just think, we could probably get hit by a car right now and not even feel it,” said Andrew cheerfully. He launched himself at Patrick, chest out and arms back, and bounced off with enough force he couldn’t regain his footing and ended up rolling onto the ground. Angel and Rick burst out laughing as Patrick loomed over him, trying to cross his arms and failing miserably because of all the padding. Andrew rocked himself, waving his arms and legs in the air. “Help! I’m a turtle and I can’t get up!”
“Thank god Chris couldn’t be here,” Patrick muttered as he reached down and grabbed Andrew’s wrist. “All I need is two of you acting like five-year-olds.”
“Here,” said Angel, still giggling as she helped Rick slide the arm pads up over his bicep. Another one covered his elbow, and then his forearm. He could move, but it wasn’t exactly an easy movement. He grinned as Angel helped him with the rest of the pads while he watched Andrew continuing to try and bounce off of Patrick. The larger man just took it with a grim but painfully patient look on his face. Andrew and Chris were good friends because they had a similar sense of humor, but it wasn’t often that Andrew was playful like this. At least, not in years. Which meant Patrick was going to let him get away with it where he definitely wouldn’t put up with it from anyone else.
Well, maybe Jared. But if Jared did what Andrew was doing, it would probably be Patrick hitting the ground. He wasn’t ever playful like that anyway, thankfully for the sake of all their health.
“Alright children,” Angel said, clapping her hands together once she was finished with Rick. She sounded like a school teacher, getting the attention of her students. A nursery school teacher. “Time to stop playing around.”
The malevolent look Patrick gave her would have sent some subs—like Jessica or Hilary and probably even Lexie—straight to their knees, but Angel just smiled up at him, ignoring it. Rick wondered how Adam managed her at home. Even though Adam had never wanted a 24/7 total power exchange, he tended to try and dominate and control every aspect of his life. Whereas Angel wasn’t exactly easily controlled. Rick had seen her go all soft and subbie at the club, but when they weren’t in a scene, she sometimes acted like a Domme. Like right now.
She explained, in more detail, what she wanted of them. They’d already known this was going to be the ‘final exam’ of the class, and they were going to be playing the role of an attacker so the women could practice what they’d learned over the past weeks. But Angel wanted some very specific things. One woman at a time was going to come in, the others were going to wait out in the lobby, and Angel wanted them to stand in the center of a padded ring she’d set up. The guys were going to circle around the woman, talking in character so she could hear them, but she wasn’t to open her eyes or try to get away until one of them grabbed her.
The goal was to get away. Angel had left three ‘openings’ in the circle she’d made of the pads for the women to ‘escape’ through. The guys weren’t supposed to hinder their escape too much. Obviously the women couldn’t actually hurt them with all the padding they had on, so they had to mime their injuries.
It sounded like fun, except for the part where they were supposed to say creepy shit to the subs. Rick wasn’t sure how comfortable he was with that. Andrew grinned at the prospect, but then he was a sadist as well as a Dom. Being able to combine scaring some subbies while helping them had to be his idea of a good night. To Rick’s surprise, Patrick looked a bit like he anticipated it too.
Then again, Lexie was in the class.
They could hear feminine laughter and chattering coming from the lobby area, and Angel gave them a final grin as she went to get their first victim.
Andrew grinned, stretching out his arms as much as he could even though he was hindered by the padding. “Good thing we’ve got all these pads on... otherwise we’d have to worry about the Dommes going for our balls.”
“I thought Olivia had decided not to take the class,” Rick said, looking up in surprise.
“She’s not, but Lisa and Erin did,” Patrick said, rumbling. He was shifting, almost uncomfortably, as if trying to find one of his usual stances and was unable to because of the bulky pads. Hard to project an aura of dominance when you felt like a marshmallow ready for roasting. Or maybe already roasted, considering the color of the pads.
“Well this might be even more fun than I expected,” Andrew said, grinning. Obviously he was looking forward to tweaking the Dommes’ tails. It wasn’t something anyone would risk on a regular day, but hell, they had permission for it now. Chris was going to be super bummed he’d missed this.
Angel brought in the first woman, a thirty-something sweet little subbie named Laura. She was dressed in workout clothes and had pads on her knees, elbows and wrists, which meant she would still be able to move. Laura looked nervous, but as she got closer and realized who it was underneath all the padding, she giggled. Her high energy didn’t dissipate at all, she was practically bouncing on her toes, but she didn’t look as scared anymore.
Of course, Angel noticed too. “Now, forget who they are. Remember, you’re going to stand in the center, don’t move until one of them grabs you, and then do what you need to in order to get away. Okay?”
“Okay,” Laura said, looking a bit nervous again after Angel said the grabbing part. Still, she gamely went into the center of the circle and closed her eyes.
There was an awkward pause for a moment as he, Patrick, and Andrew all looked at each other. Angel rolled her eyes and made an urging motion with her hands, and Andrew stepped forward, growling under his breath.
“Hey pretty girl...”
Patrick and Rick both started to circle around her, Patrick breathing heavily on purpose so she could hear him. Probably couldn’t think of anything to say.
“Where you going?”
“Whatcha doing?”
Going back and forth, taking turns talking, Rick and Andrew tossed out questions and compliments, making their voices as low and rough as possible. It wasn’t really about what they were saying, but about how it sounded, Rick realized. Laura’s head was swiveling back and forth, her hands clenching into little fists and then stretching out again. The waiting was getting to her. Angel looked at Rick and stroked her finger gently down her own arm.
Taking the hint, Rick reached out and trailed his finger across Laura’s shoulder. She flinched but didn’t move from place.
Then Andrew grabbed her arm from the other side. Laura shrieked as her eyes flew open and she whipped her arm out of his grip, faster than Rick would have thought she’d be able to.
“No!” she yelled, as she followed up the spin-out with a punch right to Andrew’s chest. He grunted as she took a step back away from him, obviously surprised by both her quickness and her aggressiveness. Not the sweet little subbie they’d seen in the club, not at all. Patrick and Rick both loomed closer, not wanting to overwhelm her completely, but still playing their own roles. She spun around and kicked Patrick in the shin, shouting “No!” again as she did so, and he actually staggered a bit.
Rick found out why when he got a kick to the gut. Apparently, the padding made Laura feel like she didn’t need to hold back, she was giving one hundred percent to her blows. It didn’t hurt, but it did knock him back, especially because the bulky padding already had him a little bit off balance. Laura sprinted for the opening in the circle of pads, jumping up and down as soon as she was outside to celebrate her escape.
“Great,” Angel said, high-fiving her.
Flushed with pride, Laura reached out and grabbed Angel for a hug, who hugged her back just as fiercely. It wasn’t until she looked back at the Doms she’d just hit and kicked that Laura lost a little bit of her exuberance.
