Miss Danvers Christmas Ball had grown in stature and attendance since its meager beginnings, each year progressing to larger and rather more palatial surroundings. This was partly due to her increasing involvement in her various business ventures and her unwavering desire to empower the women she met. It was her mantra that each woman she helped would then teach the next and so on.
And so it was that the attendance increased annually and so too the caliber of the women involved. It was not unknown to see familiar faces from business, media, sports, and politics rubbing shoulders with the many wives who'd benefitted through Miss Danver's marriage guidance. It was a celebration of women's self-improvement and increasing upward mobility.
This year the ball took place in the luxurious surrounding of The Grand Hotel, the only Grade two listed building in the area. The ballrooms large marble floor hosting the dinner and entertainment amid the chandeliers and stone columns. The marble floor and oak tables shone amid the finery of the room. The ladies would all be dressed appropriately in their ball gowns and finery, making this their one real chance to really dress to the hilt.
To an outsider, the sight of so many men might seem odd at an event that said strictly Women only on the invite but bitches do not count. The act of bringing a bitch was started at the very first ball by Miss Danvers who produced a semi-naked man on a leash and what most saw as a joke had progressed to an essential fashion item. To not be accompanied by a prettied-up bitch boy was to be almost naked and the experienced women got their boy in the best shape just for the show.
The man would arrive with his mistress dressed formally for the ball but would have to undress before they would be allowed to enter and never without their better. The strict dress policy only allowed them to wear a thong, a jockstrap, or obscenely small shorts and their only job was to look pretty and obey their mistress. One of the most enjoyable parts of the night was recognizing a bitch from their normal life and relishing their little secret.
The only other men allowed in the event were the waiters and only in their tiniest of outfits. Their pay was always higher than average to compensate for their tiny uniform of a g-string and bowtie and for accepting the aggressive attention of the women without complaint. None of the waiters would return home with an unbruised bottom and their dignity intact. What they did after the ball with any of the guests was purely left in their own hands.
By the time of the doors unlocking the Christmas lights flickered on the hotel reception and glittering tinsel shone in the reception. The all-female staff donned their Christmas hats and reveled in this one night of total control. They giggled as they watched the barely clad waiters being barked at by the kitchen staff and having to accept their position in silence.
All guests were greeted by the formidable sight of the security for the night, six butch tuxedo-clad women who checked all invitations before any entrance. The women had supplied security for Miss Danvers on several occasions and would always place her at the front of any job request. The pay was always higher and on time and many times the extra benefits the job gave them, would keep the gossips going for the year.
The head of security was Shannon Marshall, who trained as a mixed martial artist but paid the bills with the security night work. She first heard of Miss Danvers through the gym and the various girls she trained with, like most people she was bewitched by her in the flesh. The events she had worked on had definitely been an eye-opener and she had been a more willing participant on many occasions.
The only fly in the ointment for tonight's proceedings was the scattering of male protesters belonging to the 'Men on Top' group who bothered the ladies at the entrance. Their vocal leader Kevin Ordish had become a press darling, never failing to get his face in the papers or on television. The group's main issue was male empowerment and proving the growing threat of the rising female dominance over men.
A ladies-only ball would have surely gained their attention and extra security had been lade on but the protest turnout had been disappointingly small. The few men who had arrived stood cold and angry as the ladies mocked them in passing. Even their notorious leader had failed to show his face, this made their annoyance grow as he had personally organized the protest.
But unbeknownst to the lower ranking members, Kevin had shown up earlier in the day, the protest had only been stage one part of his plan. The main aim of the day had been sabotage, his inner circle was planning a special surprise for the ladies. In the small hours of the morning they rolled in the steel barrels via the rear entrance, they could barely contain their grins.
The target of the attack was to be the mysterious head of the membership, Miss Danvers. The often talked about but rarely seen figure who they had uncovered to be behind most of the rising female businesses in the area. This shadowy figure would have to be brought out into the open in the most satisfying way possible, Carrie style.
With some of his members secreted amongst the hotel staff, they planned to set up the trap before any of their female replacements would arrive and then creep back in later to administer the comeuppance. Spilling blood seemed more than an apt punishment for the ladies, the visual mockery would certainly bring them down a peg or two.
Kevin shook hands with his two comrades and made his exit, to show his face around town as his alibi before returning to personally deliver the coup de gras. Their grins fell as they locked the door and turned to be faced by several large burly angry looking women, who lunged at them without warning and manhandled them away with ease.
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The security guards kept the protestors quiet and in their place, Shannon reported back to Miss Danvers that all was secure and controlled. "Good Girl, if any do get out of hand I'm sure you'll know how to handle them," Miss Danvers gave that confident smirk and bade her farewell. She checked herself in the full-length mirror and pleased with her outfit she strode to greet her guests.
Of course, she stole the show, as usual, she arrived with two burly muscular men on a leash each. Dressed in a shocking red leather catsuit with white fur edges, looking like a dominatrix Mrs. Santa. She hugged and kissed her away around the room, making sure she missed no one. Remarkably she seemed to remember everyone and showed genuine interest in how they were improving. Every successful woman was a success for them all.
