Chapter Three“Get a load of this one, ladies! His name is Dustin, he’s twenty-two, and he’s—you guessed it—a personal trainer!” Holding a microphone up to her mouth, Raye stood on a podium just behind the runway. “Who’s going to claim him? I have a feeling Dustin will be very much in demand!”
Lori raced toward the runway, clambering alongside a dozen other women to get Dustin to accept her leash. Trish though Lori would be a shoe-in, but none of these young men had taken her leash so far. They were probably intimidated by her beauty.
Though, Trish had to admit there were a lot of drop-dead gorgeous women at this shindig. She asked herself if she was noticing them in a different way now that she’d had her first lesbian experience. Hard to tell. Anyway, that thing with Raye was a one
