Chapter 323

The third group of three guys to hit on us offered to get us drinks. They were rangy, cowboy looking fellows with boots and hats, ruggedly handsome sorts.

“I can’t drink,” I said, “baby on board.”

Both wolves declined alcohol, but Bonnie got another, with Brigitte’s permission.

The men asked us to dance. I declined, and Brigitte stayed with me for my protection, but Alicia and Bonnie got up to dance. The third man had a seat. He wanted to chat up Brigitte, since I said I was pregnant, and had wedding rings on, so figured I was out of the loop. She was polite enough, but really didn’t push the conversation forward. After five minutes, he started chatting with me. His nickname was Buck, he didn’t give us his real name as he said he was embarrassed by it.

“Are you really a Pussycat?” He asked, commenting on my collar.

“I’m someone’s Pussycat,” I said, “but not everyone’s.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m in a submissive relationship to a Master, and h