She showed off her cat costume, acted the part, playing with the toys Gregory, her handler, offered her, and made sure that the judge for the contest, Lady Corneille Noir, got all the choice views. The three-piece band tried to keep up with her, and she did her best to make it a challenge for them. Margot was right; this is fun. Gregory ran his big hand down her back. She arched for him, winking at the crowd. Then she stuck out her ass and shook her tail. The bell on her collar and those tied to her tail with ribbons jingled, adding to the glorious cacophony. But something didn’t feel quite right. Something was missing. As Haley batted at a feather-ended cane Gregory dangled in front of her, she scanned the audience. Oh no. She saw him: Jason, her other dom, the one who didn’t do any of this kind of stuff—the hard-edged, whips-and-handcuffs one. Haley froze, and the audience seemed to recede, shrinking away as Jason’s face took her full attention. She hadn’t expected him to come.
