The Dominant Male by Various

street door.
    Thinking everything was over, Wendy turned to go and change, but was headed off by Louise, Timothy, Abigail and the Earl, and the girl in PE kit, whose name was Daisy, plus Rodney and Minama.
    ‘We’re all going out for a meal; would you like to join us?’
    ‘Like this?’
    ‘Of course, it’s central London, who cares? But you’d better put your blazer on, throw everything else into a bag, and leave it here to collect later.’
    Daisy went upstairs to the changing room with her, and put on a track suit.
    They walked around the corner to a Chinese restaurant. It was the posh sort that always intimidated her, because they only provided chopsticks; if you needed a fork you had to ask and bear the pitying look from snooty waiters.
    By the way , she thought, am I Elizabeth, Wendy, William or Bill? Does it matter?
    She gathered that Louise, Daisy and Minama regularly attended these parties.
    Timothy turned out to be Gordon’s younger brother, newly returned from working abroad, in Thailand, as a hotel manager, and Rodney was his friend. They came to the party on his brother- and sister-in-law’s recommendation. No wonder he looked familiar.
    No wonder things are being said behind my back; between them they’ve stitched me up good and proper.
    They selected their food. Wendy let Timothy choose for her – the menu was in Chinese.
    After ordering, Timothy turned to Wendy and did his remote-control thing, and she found herself on her knees in front of him.
    ‘Will you be my good little girl, or good boy, or whatever, as I choose? I’ll make sure you get a lot of chances to be both, or everything, but I’m in charge, understood?’
    ‘Yes, please, Sir,’ Wendy said, and hopped onto his lap. They kissed.
    ‘Timothy, you can’t go inviting boys onto your lap and kissing them, people will talk!’
    ‘Does she really look like a boy?’ said Timothy, opening her blazer wide, ‘besides who cares; it’s the twenty-first century!’
    A toast was proposed to the happy couple. Everyone else drank and Timothy allowed Wendy a sip from his glass.
    Something similar happened between Rodney and Minama, though she was almost certain Rodney’s fly had been opened and Minama’s mouth was kissing him there.
    When the meal came, inevitably, Timothy proved a dab hand with the chopsticks and china spoon, and fed Wendy, just as he had earlier. She loved it.
    Timothy and Louise invited Wendy to go home with them to the house that Louise – Laura – shared with Gordon, and stay overnight.
    She explained that as the party was on a Thursday, she’d taken the Friday off work as well, so could join them for a long weekend. Her suggestion was accepted with delight immediately.
    Far better than four days alone in a cold flat , she thought.
    The meal was wonderful, but even the Earl’s and Timothy’s appetites didn’t finish the whole meal, so Timothy asked for a doggy bag.
    Wendy wondered why, when Gordon and Laura didn’t have a dog.
    Then she realised exactly what it was for.

Good Bitch – Guy Masterleigh
    After the meal Abigail fetched their car, a people carrier. Their place was in the Cotswolds, and Elizabeth was looking forward to a several-hour cuddle with Timothy.
    Instead she was ushered, with Minama on her left, into the child-size back row of seats, with Timothy in front of her with Rodney and Laura between them, in the next row. Abigail drove with the Earl in the front passenger seat.
    First they drove around to the club and picked up everyone’s gear. The girls weren’t allowed out to help. Just as well they did that, thought Elizabeth, it would be embarrassing to spend a long weekend in the country with her only clothes being those of a schoolboy, as she was now dressed. Then she remembered what she imagined was probably going to happen, felt a powerful thrill, of excitement, fear, embarrassment, and realised it probably wouldn’t make much difference.
    Minima reached her arms out to her and, keen to