“To the walls!” The other women joined in, jumping up to start bouncing as they sang. Well, except for Angel. But she kept her fist pump going hard and was probably scream-singing the song twice as loud as anyone else. “Till sweat drop down my balls! Till all these bitches crawl!”

Yeah. Olivia would teach those guys to invade ladies’ night.

18

Sunday things were mostly back to normal.

Mostly.

Luke’s back hurt a little from having slept on the floor of Adam’s basement.

He was tired from having stayed up so late two nights in a row.

The other guys were all at varying stages of grumpiness from the night before.

They’d been able to hear a lot of yelling, what sounded like chanting (although what the hell the “kwee of pee” was, they hadn’t been able to figure out), and a lot of laughter. Apparently being able to hear some but not all of what was happening was basically torture to the dominants. Andrew and Chris had even tried listening at the door a couple of times, although neither of them had dared to open it after the first time Andrew had tried.

He said Olivia had given him the ‘mean look.’ Luke was kind of sorry he’d missed that. He wanted to know what Andrew considered the ‘mean look.’

Eventually the sounds had quieted. The guys had given it about another hour after that before descending and claiming his respective lady. Jared and Leigh were in one guest bedroom, Patrick and Lexie in another, and everyone else had slept either on the floor or the sectional of Adam’s basement. Seeing them all packed into the huge space, Luke was even more relieved not everyone had stayed over at his place the night before. He wasn’t sure they would have all fit without some serious furniture rearranging.

But the biggest difference was that when he got to the Sunday class at Stronghold, Mistress Lisa was nowhere to be seen.

Since she and Karen had always arrived before him—and he wasn’t more than a few minutes early so he could change—Luke had felt an immediate shiver of excitement up his spine.