Chapter one

"Hmm I'd make it a competition but that'd be weird" she said. "Guess I'm just gunna have to wash up vanilla style tonight" she said, clearing any empty plates.

"Oh so you admit I'd do a better job, good lad" John said with a smile.

"And would you like a hand?" John offered trust.

"Nah I'll do it later" she said.

"Give me prep time and no one can match me" Chariot says "but I guess stern orders will have to wait for next time"

"Oh, are you saying you're the perfect dom?" Trust asked/challenged, raising an eyebrow in intrigue.

"Well perfections kind of an abstract concept" Chariot said thoughtfully "It's like a theoretical milestone but you'll never reach it because you can always improve. Thats something I find kinda hopeful in a weird way, no matter how good you are, theres always new heights to reach, new things to learn and-" He suddenly cuts himself off and looks a little embarrassed "Uh by that I mean I'd be pretty good at it"

Trust snickered a bit "If you say so casnova. Maybe drop by one of the clubs one day. I'm sure I can show you the ropes".

"Sounds like a good time" chariot said cheerily "Never been to that kind of club before."

"I think I stick to the one to one" he joked.

"Mhm, speaking of which it might be best if we settled in for the evening" Trust said.

"Have fun you two" chariot said as he started to leave

"give us a text when you get home so we know your safe ok?" John said in a sort of a kind ordering tone.

Chariot leaves. Trust and John are now left all alone to get it on.

Chariot: