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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dwight/Gail
Feedback: Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Sometimes it’s figurative.
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Way, way back, when they’d first met up, Dwight had wondered what kind of man could keep Gail in business, let alone in enough cash for her to afford those top-notch boots and that extensive collection of restraints. But he knows better now.
He leans against the backdoor’s frame and almost takes a smoke offered to him by one of the other girls, but catches himself just in time. Even if he hadn’t quit, Gail still would’ve given him hell for taking one from anyone but her. Inside it’s musty with the scent of sweat and sex and scare, but there’s a fakeness to it. It’s all an act: the dim shapes bound to the walls, the clink of chains, the fwhiss-crack of the whip. Almost makes him laugh, how wrong they get it.
She takes her time coming out, and with greeting him, too. Her nail slices his jaw as she turns his head to peck him on the cheek, like an innocent. “Well, well, come for your share?”
Maybe she doesn’t tickle him with her bullwhip, but it’s all the same at the bottom. He shrugs, carefully lays an arm over her shoulders. “Take me for a walk, babe.”
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