Paging Dr. Steele

Chapter 3: And In This Corner...

This is my story--a fanfic I started in 2013. The first draft can be found on Fanfiction. However, my current updates can be found at https://butterflysaga.wordpress.com/journey-of-miles/paging-dr-steele/ which is my personal website. I keep finding my story added to Wattpad by other writers and have decided that maybe, if I add it myself, they will stop doing it, so here goes...

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Chapter 03—And In This Corner...

INTRODUCING CHRISTIAN GREY

I can't believe this fucking shit! I couldn't pay somebody to get out of this? You have got to be kidding me!

Shit, I did the city a fucking favor! The asshole rear-ended me, for fuck's sake. And I was sitting at a goddamn stoplight! I could smell the alcohol a mile away, but when he saw who I was, he claimed he was hurt. I just bet you are—you reek of cheap whiskey! Then when the cops get there, he tells them I slammed on my brakes and caused the accident! Excuse-fucking-me? I tripped over my own damn feet getting to this asshole. I had had all I could take from this situation. If he wants hurt, I'll fucking give him hurt. Thinking back, I probably shouldn't have decked the guy in front of the cop.

The worst was that fucking judge, though. Hammerville or Hammerstein—all I can remember was "Hammer." I wonder if I fucked somebody over in his family or something in one of my business deals because he really dropped that bitch on my head. He wanted to give me jail time—for decking the fucking drunk driver that totaled my R8! If it weren't for Carrick, I'd be doing six months for assault. Instead, I have to do community fucking service and 12 group sessions with some anger management group at some damn community center. Community center! Man, the paparazzi are going to love this shit!

I'm going to have to get a submissive really soon. That last one was a disaster! She could take a good caning but she was too damn clingy from day one. I should have taken that as a sign that this was a bad idea. She didn't last two weeks. That's what I get for trying a new service. I'll have to get in touch with Elena to see if there are any new prospects. In the meantime, I may have to get a quick fix somewhere. I have a feeling that Bastille is not going to be enough with this touchy-feely group shit in my future.

"Hello Christian." Elena's voice has that same purr every time she says my name. It would irritate me if I hadn't already become accustomed to it.

"Hello Elena. Are there any parties near the Sound tonight?"

"Parties? That's not your style... and on a Monday night. What's wrong?" She's prying again. Fuck, can't you just answer my question?

"I don't want to discuss it right now. Are they any parties tonight or not?"

"Well..." This woman is so irritating sometimes. "I hadn't heard of any, but I can find out and give you a call back... or maybe I can assist you in some way?" Her voice is oozing seduction. It makes me think of the times I was training to be a Dom. She was wicked with a cane, but she could take a whip like none other. I can feel my dick twitch... shit! I've been without a sub for too fucking long! Even for a quick fix, Elena and I stopped "engaging" each other long ago—though I get the feeling she wouldn't mind rekindling that relationship.

I definitely do not concur.

"Let me know what you find out Elena." I hang up quickly, before the thought of her bent over my whipping bench becomes too appealing.