SLIPPING (B.E.)

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gwen

i walked downstairs slowly, nerves piling up inside me once more. i'd attempted to dress nicely in a light blue skirt with black leggings underneath and a black and white plaid button-up shirt, plus my blohsh necklace of course, because my dad constantly drilled into my brain that you have to 'be and dress smart until the people around you got to know you and then you can relax'.

i'd looked over the link i'd been sent. it was the same thing i'd filled out online only with billie's information plus her classification (caregiver/dominant), and stuff like her height (5'4"), her eye colour (blue), her hair colour (black), and her favorite colour (this had been left unfilled), what she did for a living (make music) and loads of other stuff such as hobbies, sports she did, etc etc.

my mom looked up as i came down, dropping her fork and beckoning me over to her with a finger.

"so, i got a call this morning," she started as i sat down.

she had a small, knowing smile on her face, and she glanced over at my dad, who had his nose buried into a newspaper.

she chuckled lightly, turning back to me. "billie eilish, huh? the same girl whose pictures are plastered all over your room?"

i blushed a bit. "yeah. um... she called you?"

she nodded. "mhm. she asked me if herself and her brother could stay at our house while they're here because she couldn't find a hotel. and when i asked why, she explained everything to me. so, i guess you got submissive, then?"

my blush darkened, but i was grateful that billie must've not told her i got little.

"uh, yeah. um, i actually have to go back to the school today, because her security doesn't trust me, or something... " i muttered, shifting from toe to toe. i glanced at my watch, noticing it was already ten thirty. welp, no breakfast for me. "and, uhm, i actually have to start walking now, so i'll see you later i guess,"

my mom nodded, waving me off. i slipped my shoes on quickly then went outside to start the twenty minute walk of nerves and anxiety i had ahead of me.

***

i bit the tip of my finger as i entered the building, high school students crowding around me instantly, all in a hurry to get to their next class.

i shut my eyes tight and let myself be buffeted for a few moments, steadying my breathing before i tried to find a way through

i pushed my way through, mumbling a few 'sorry's as i went, fighting my way to the visitor's office where i'd been told the interview would take place.

once i shut the door behind me, i breathed a sigh of slight relief, then remembered the reason i was here. and a harsh reminder it was.

standing in front of me were two male buff, serious looking security guards. they seemed unimpressed by my appearance, i could feel their eyes picking me apart, not helping much with my anxiety problem.

without a word, one of them sat on one end of the desk and nodded at the chair on the opposite side. taking the hint, i pulled out the chair and sat down.

he picked up a bunch of papers and consulted them briefly before looking to me once more. "gwen gray?" he asked.

i nodded, but he continued to stare at me. when i didn't react, he scoffed.

"when i ask a question, speak." he ordered. "you are gwen gray?" he repeated.

i flinched at his harsh tone and swallowed, my breaths coming short and fast. "y-yes, i am,"