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The next day, Isis was sitting in her hotel room listening to music on her phone when a knock came at the door. Life on the road seldom gave them much free time. She was waiting for someone from Justice to come get her for the show, as they always did. She had put her ring gear together and was ready for her first match with her new friend, Candy.

It was her debut, and they expected not much to happen. Still, they were excited to get her first match in the IWX ring. Candy had gone over some basic things with her to get Isis ready for the match. They had become good friends, and Candy was one of the few who understood what it was like to deal with an overbearing man. Candy had her troubles with a guy backstage, and his clique of ego-driven buddies were driving her insane.

Isis realized that her first match must have been what Gage meant by reward. She had worked hard to be by his side the day he was injured, and this was her reward.

Happy as she was, she was not looking forward to her punishment for flirting with Matty. She thought he was being nice, but looking back, she enjoyed it. She could see why Gage got jealous. If it would have been the other way around, she knew she would have been jealous, too.

What Gage thought shouldn’t matter, but it did. She wasn’t sure if it was her stubborn attitude or her curiosity. What Jacob told her about Gage’s fetish excited her. It seemed to be the reason she was still allowing it. Curiosity had gotten the best of her.

She took her cellphone and started researching submissive and dominant relationships. It turned her on by some of what she saw. Some, she thought, were weird and scary. There was no way she would allow it. Isis knew she would never lick someone’s boots or kiss their feet. Nor would she run his bath or fetch his slippers like some servant. Or worse, something that hurt her to the degree it would become dangerous.

She liked rules and the idea of being controlled in bed; open to things that seemed more on the romantic side. There were even a few things that were a little extreme that she was curious about. She just worried how far Gage was into this behavior. She couldn’t get involved if it was too much but was willing to try. The more research she did, the more she saw her secret desires were not so strange. There were plenty of women just like her.

A knock at the door made her jump and try to close out the app on her phone before anyone saw it. Her eyes grew wide with guilt when seeing Drake standing there smirking at her.

“Hey, pretty girl. Bossman asked me to come to get you and take you to the arena. Are you ready? The guys are going to be late tonight.” Drake stood, smiling at her with a knowing look.

“Sure, I’m ready.”

“Why are you blushing? Were you looking at porn or something?” he teased.

“No. Hush. I was just reading, and you surprised me. Let’s just go.” Isis did her best to avoid eye contact.

“Sure. Reading. That’s what they call it now, huh? So, the kinky moans I heard through the door were just the pages turning?”

“Shut up.”

***

After her match with Candy, Isis was on cloud nine. She didn’t win but being in the ring with her friend had been a lot of fun. It was a double count-out, so there was no real winner or loser. She couldn’t wait to get backstage with the guys to celebrate. Isis had her first match and did better than she had ever done in the indies. Gage and Jacob’s tips on her ring skills were paying off.

Cyrus stopped backstage to give her a hug and congratulate her. She was rushing away, giddy to see what Gage thought.

“Thanks, Cyrus. I have to hurry. I need to get ready for the next segment. I wanted to grab some food from the catering before I head back. I was so nervous I didn’t eat much today. Love ya!” She kissed his cheek and ran off.

“That’s all I get? Thanks a lot. You become a big star and forget about old Cyrus.” He just laughed it off as she practically bounced away.

***

After eating and chatting with some girls, Isis headed to the locker room. She knew to be quiet because Jacob had texted, telling her they were getting ready for Gage’s segment soon. He encouraged her to take her time and that they wouldn’t be filming long. Jacob was going to send Nick to talk to her and keep her occupied.

Isis quickly got bored waiting for Nick in catering and headed to watch the segment.

Entering the room, she remembered what Gage told her. “Sit down and be quiet, no matter what.”

From inside, Isis heard voices. Seeing cameras, she figured the segment had already started, so she tried to make as little noise as possible. Shutting the door softly, Isis turned to see Gage standing in only a towel, dripping wet, and peeking around the corner from where the showers were.

He was talking to Jacob and the others about his upcoming title match against Breaker. Drips of water beads trailing down his firm, muscled body glistened off his tan skin. The towel was dangerously low on his hips, showing that glorious V that led down over his pelvic bone leading to his most private area. Isis smiled inside, thinking it would be fun to be alone in that shower with him, exploring where that arrow of his body led. An adventurous journey to the pleasures of ground zero.

About that time, several girls in towels came out, rubbing his chest and flirting with Gage. One grabbed his face, kissing his cheek, and he put his arm around her, looking at the woman’s cleavage as the towel fell. She turned her back to the camera while seeming to flash her breast at him. The woman re-adjusted to cover herself, teasing Gage as she went back into the showers, out of view.

Isis’s eyes locked on the scene before her, afraid to move. Hating what she was seeing, her heart felt like it was going to crumble into a million pieces. He flirted on camera before, but this was not the same. He seemed to enjoy this a little too much, even for a scripted segment.

Maybe it was just Isis's jealousy that kept her from seeing he was just acting the part? Gage headed back into the shower, and Isis heard the girls giggling and making sexual comments.

When the camera crew left, she was left standing frozen to her spot, trying to not run or cry. Was this what he meant by punishment? Surely he couldn’t be so cruel as to force her to watch such a spectacle after what he said about not sharing. They had an agreement; no women were to be in the Justice locker room. Only her. All the guys, including Gage, had lived up to the agreement until now. Here was a room full of women and a group in the shower with Gage. They all broke her trust.

Isis could hear the women flirting and his deep, masculine laugh rumbling over the cement walls. Isis couldn’t run or speak. She stood in silence, waiting for something, anything. But what? Gage walked back out with the girls, now partly dressed. He had his arms around them, escorting them out of the shower room.

“Thanks, ladies. You can leave now.” He looked up, seeing Isis with tears pooling in her eyes. “Isis?”

She ran from the room in tears, slamming the door behind her.