Eve stormed in, flopping down noisily in a chair.
"Can't please all the people all the time," I began, trying to head her off.
"Fuck that," she snapped. "I gave my all in that one. I mean, I got in a hot tub with actual trained killers. Do you think me being in a one-piece, reclining gracefully in the corner while she plays with his cock cage is an easy thing to pull off? The fucking waxing alone took over an hour."
"You were great."
"Obviously not, fucked over by anonymous one-bombers."
"There's the five-star crowd. They tend to even it out, people that get what you were trying to do."
"Yeah, cool. That still averages out to a three, after all the prep that went into it."
Eve's passion ebbed and she leaned back in the chair. I could see she wasn't happy: she'd put a lot in. Getting up from my desk, I dropped into the chair next to her.
"I actually really liked the story," she confided, "Their jobs driving them, putting stress on their relationship with long periods of separation. I liked the idea of the trust breaking down, but not because someone was screwing around, just because of the time spent apart. It made me want to dive in and help."
"What did you think of the cage business, though, honestly?"
Eve shrugged. "You're the boss. I guess you know where you're heading. Colette could have had any number of fetishes, like spanking, but I know there are areas you don't like to go to."
"So, it's down to a personal preference of mine?"
"I'm not saying that. I just know it had to be some deep secret that Colette could only ever trust her husband with. You'd still have had an issue either way, whether it was her that needed to be spanked or she needed to give it. Nature of the beast I guess: everyone brings their own backstory to your story."
Eve got up and meandered over to the window, stretching herself out.
"I guess it's hard to please most of the people most of the time," she said, watching me, her face serious now.
