As if an unspoken order was given, the folks backstage parted like the sea and made a path for me to approach MVP. Taking my sweet time to glide over, I made a point of sensing where all the others stood while keeping a level gaze locked on MVP. There was no need to worry about anyone else. MVP was the alpha male of the occasion.

Breaking the quiet sizing up of each other, I spoke my greetings in fullest respect before making any inquiry.

“With your blessings, I would like the privilege to ask your lady for a favor”

MVP paused. His hand made a very subtle movement. A flurry of activities sparked around us as the sentries secured the facilities. Doors closed. Window shades drawn. Even a few asked to exit stage left.

“What ever do you wish to ask for?”

With a respectful nod, I waited for the air to grow thick with suspense. A few guys took a step back. No one had ever asked this man to approach his lady like this before. MVP seemed intrigued.

“I don’t mean any imposition and ‘no’ is a perfectly suitable answer.”

“By all means, ask what you will”

Without breaking my stance, I turned my head just enough to allow my eyes to make polite lock with MVP’s lady’s eyes.

“With all credit to you, would you give me the honor and privilege to place the transcript of your speech on my blog?”

She looked very much surprised and her eyes darted quickly to MVP. Whatever their exchange, she looked back at me unsure what to say.

“Oh you flatter me, thank you. We will see”

With that, I turned towards MVP and thanked him for being so gracious to allow me to ask his lady for this huge favor. I assured him that all credit would be given to his lady and that this high honor of was not lost on me.

Turning to leave, I waved a general goodbye to all the underlings and took my leave. From where I stood, the show would soon be over and my backstage pass would expire.

Show is over… moving right along

The hospitalities were pretty good. MVP knew how to throw together a party. Not being on the list of those given access to the after-party, I made no effort to get in and join the fun with all the other dignitaries of the day. The show was a success. MVP looked good. The audience was satisfied.

Before I managed to leave the facilities, someone stopped me to ask me a few questions, as if I was part of MVP’s entourage. While politely deflecting the attention, my path ran into that of the honorable Mrs MVP.

I thanked her for her consideration about my offer and that I was a better man for having heard her speech. She blushed slightly.

“Men with honey covered tongues should be mindful of how they sprinkle flowers that aren’t theirs”

Not flinching or missing a beat…

“Tongues covered with honey have savored the magnificent nectar only queens can offer”

The recognition in her eyes spoke volumes. The relaxed smile suggested that my tail was still safe.

“MVP took the transcript for safe keeping. It is not mine to give, as it was a letter for his ears to enjoy on his special day”

“He is a wise man to jealously protect his investment in you”

She nodded. The conversation was over. I nodded my head in response and took to leaving once more. In the corner of my eyes, I saw her hands move as if waving to a friend. A gentleman rapidly approached me and asked for my time and proceeded to direct me toward a door. One that seemed to lead back towards the venue I was trying to leave. Not to be disrespectful, I went along.

The sentry by the door did not seem to notice me as he opened the door to let us in. I was being shown the way to the after-party. As dressed up as I was, I appeared under prepared for the festivities that were taking place behind the scenes.

I was shown the table of honor and instructed to sit in the only seat that made logical sense to reserve for MVP. This. Was. Not. Um. Cool.

I did not have a pass. I didn’t have ID. My escort was hastily making an exit out of the room. All eyes were on me. Thinking quickly, I asked someone to move and afford me their seat. They quickly got up without hesitation and apologized for having taken up my chair.

Before I could fully settle myself in, I heard MVP scolding someone. Turning my attention towards the rebuke, I saw MVP scolding the very man I had asked to move as security closed in quickly and dispatched him out of the party. His access credentials removed and quickly given to me to wear.

Puzzled, I did all I could to hide my fascination with what was taking place. MVP asked if I was comfortable. I was. He leaned in and asked what was wrong with his seat. I had no answer.

“I have no authority to test the comforts of your seat. I can vouch that it looks great from where I sit.”

Cheesy. Yes

Corny. Certainly.

Funny. It was not.

MVP laughed and ordered a round of drinks to be served. With a strong pat of my back, he quickly removed himself from the party and disappeared out of a door that was once just decoration.

Secrete passage?

Interesting.

The party was not on the level I had expected it to be. There were far more formalities that were foreign to me. I did my best to keep up with the proceedings. I mirrored the role of one of the higher ranking men at the table of honor. That seemed to work just fine.

A note was slipped to me at one point. I was in a chair way below my rank it appeared. MVP wanted me to sit at his right hand side. However, in my opinion, that seat was reserved for Mrs MVP, who had yet to show up.

The room erupted in clapping. We all stood up. I joined in the clapping. MVP was making his grand entrance with Mrs MVP in tow. They greeted everyone and the music started in earnest.

Towards the end of the party, MVP made another circle around the room. The man soaked in the power he had. Disappearing once more through another secret door, everyone started their own parade of goodbyes. This was my cue to leave.

As I adjusted my jacket to leave, I became aware of a strange form of fatigue. I had been wearing my Dom side at full 120% for the whole entire time. This was new territory for me. I had not done that before. For those who think this makes no sense, not every person wears their fullest war Dom attire all the time. For whatever reason, I had done so this day.

Scaling back the intensity a bit, I softened my stance just enough to blend in with the top few alpha males at MVP’s table.

Out of nowhere. Without much of a sound. MVP stood in front of me. That was the first time all night that someone had managed to walk up on me without me feeling the approach or seeing the approach. Interestingly, no one else seemed to react to his presence either. Then it dawned on me.