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Three innocent young women + a dozen dominating males = 3 steamy short stories guaranteed to titillate your senses. In this bundle of experiments, young submissives abandon reason and surrender to multiple men in public places.If you want your lovers strong and in control, then these are the books for you!~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~Excerpt From "Fighter's Experiment":"I never thought I'd desire a woman the way I want you until I saw you in the fighting ring, Clarice," he said.My fingers whitened as I gripped the glass and brought it to my lips. I remembered belatedly that I finished the drink already. "You saw me fight?" I asked, my voice a breathless whimper.His eyes hardened as his eyes met mine through the empty glass."I was present at all your fights." He leaned forward and moved the glass out of the way. "I would you to indulge me in a little... test of mine and then decide if you would like to go out with me.The air conditioning in the car must've been at full blast. I shivered. My tongue was thick. I struggled to swallow."What makes you think I would... indulge you?"He grasped my hand in his and squeezed my cold fingers. Then, he drew them to his lips and brushed a light kiss across my knuckles. "You aren't one to back down from a fight."I gave a small smile. That was true. "What would I gain from it?" I asked idly. I rarely back down for fights since I was getting paid regardless of the outcome. But this- this was a fight I didn't think I could win.He looked down at me, surprise evident in his eyes. "Apart from pleasure?" he asked indulgently. He frowned, then poured himself another glass. We were doing a lot of drinking before sunset."I could always get pleasure elsewhere," I said idly, trying to adopt the same nonchalance he had and failing miserably. I didn't even believe my own words."The fact that you haven't said no more about you than you care to admit," he said.He was right. It probably said something about me that I enjoyed his control over me. I liked how painful his grip on my arm was when he pulled me into the car, or how he didn't let my protests deter him."Would you like money, Clarice?" he asked."No," I answered almost immediately. "I'd like... I'd like your word that you aren't doing this because it's a game to you.""This is a game, Clarice," he interrupted. His smile deepened. "But it isn't one that will end with either of us losing."I had no idea what he was going on about. I resisted the urge to walk away. The car was still moving. "Where are we going?"He named a French place I always drove past but never went into. It looked expensive, even on the outside."But that's not open in the afternoon."He grinned. "My dear, everything opens for me."

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MASTERED 1 - 3

Daisy Rose

Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

These three standalone stories feature dominating alpha males taking complete control of young virgins who yield to the men utterly and completely.

It also contains scenes with exhibitionism & voyeurism, spanking, domination, gangbang, sex toys, public humiliation, bondage, and submission.

Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).

Mastered 1

BILLIONAIRE'S EXPERIMENT

Daisy Rose

Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

This is a standalone short story featuring half a dozen dominating alpha males and a single innocent submissive who is completely destroyed by ecstasy.

It also contains scenes including public exhibitionism and humiliation, domination by strangers, bondage, nipple clamps, sex toys, ropes, MFM, gangbangs and lots of other steamy scenes you will thoroughly enjoy.

Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).

Chapter 1: Interview

There was a bird on the other side of the glass, preening its beautiful white feathers as it perched on the steep edge of window. There were streaks of black across its neck and tail. Was it a dove? It was too pretty for the polluted air here.

"You know why you're here?"

I looked up from the bird I had been blinking dumbly at and nodded at the man in front of me. My tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth, too heavy for words.

I was so hungry I could barely think, let alone speak. There was ten bucks left in my bank account and I needed that money to get back to my apartment. An apartment I will soon be losing.

Nothing I'd heard about New York was true. There was no rags to riches story waiting for me here. I came into the city five months ago with everything I had, only to lose it all to the hustle and bustle of the bright city lights.

"Says here you're twenty one?" he asked. His voice was male and deep. Really nice. A shiver went through me and I told myself I was here for a job, not to ogle over the hot interviewer. No matter how hot he was.

I nodded. My hands trembled slightly and I pressed them together to keep them still. My heart was pounding loudly.

"You graduated high school a few years ago. What have you been doing since?" he asked.

Everything was there on the paper. Why was he asking me? I brushed a hand over my hair and shot him my thousand-watt smile. "I've been working odd jobs here and there," I said. That was the truth. I had worked everywhere that would hire me. Cleaning toilets, washing pots, stocking shelves... Although I doubt any of my prior work experience would help me.

"I see."

I felt, rather than heard the judgment coming from him. He didn't seem pleased that I never went to college. Higher learning education was a luxury afforded by the rich.

"Do you think you could find a job for me?" I asked finally, unable to stand the quietness any longer.

The handsome stranger finally looked up from the piece of paper he had been staring at for the past ten minutes to focus his perfect blue orbs on me. I almost wished he hadn't. His eyes all but stripped me naked right there in my seat, never mind that there were people all around us, being interviewed for different work.

"Any family to speak of?" he asked.

I shook my head. A familiar tightness gripped at my heart at the mention of my family. "Car accident," I offered at his enquiring gaze.

"My condolences."

"Thank you." I shrugged.

"Who're you staying with now?" he asked.

"Just me."

He nodded. "No other family?"

"None that I know of."

I was determined not to let depression take over my life after the only family that mattered to me was ripped away from me so cruelly. The drunk driver survived but my family was lost in the crash. The thought that they wouldn't want me to throw away my life was the only thing that kept me going. My family wasn't rich to begin with and the funeral expenses took away what little money we had.

I had absolutely no idea what I would do without my family by my side. I'd never been so terrified in my life.

The lawyers sold the apartment we had in order to pay for the funeral and the hospital expenses, although the reason why dead people would have hospital expenses eluded me.

I did well in high school, but school didn't pay the bills. The moment I graduated, I started work. I never stayed with the same job long enough to make lasting friendships. I was terrified that I would spend the rest of my life working dead-end jobs just to pay the bills.

When I shared my fears with Caroline, my high school best friend who was already in her second year of university, she sold me the success story of New York City. She said she envied me. She envied the fact that I could build a whole new life elsewhere with nothing to tether me in the small town where we grew up.

I took her words to heart. I packed what little possessions I had and purchased a one way bus ticket to the city that never sleeps.

On the first day, I made the mistake of answering an ad on a flyer I picked up from the road and went to a job interview in a cafe. I was surprised by the scantily clad woman who showed up.

She asked whether I wanted to work as an escort. The money could be lucrative for someone like me. My mother was Russian and my father was American. I had her blue eyes and high cheekbones and his tanned skin and dirty blond hair. I declined, thinking there would be better opportunities for me elsewhere. She laughed at the idea of a better-paying job for a nobody like me. She called me naive and a little stupid, then gave me a card for when I changed my mind. Not 'if'. When.

Five months later, I believed her. I was stupid to think I had a better chance of making it out here. I couldn't even find work as a cleaner! I'd probably fetch a higher price as an escort on account of being a virgin. I tried to remember where I left the number.

"Do you have any other special skills you can add to your resume?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Do you play any musical instruments?"

I shook my head again.

"Any babysitting experiences? Baking skills? Modeling experience?"

I continued shaking my head and wondered if I should even bother stopping.

"Hmm..."

I doubted there was any job offer waiting for me here. The interviewer did not like my qualifications (or lack thereof) judging by the frown on his face.

My fears were confirmed when he spoke. "Listen Ms-" he glanced at the papers. He couldn't be bothered to remember my name for five minutes. "Ms. Belle. I'm afraid there isn't anything here that you qualify for. But if something comes up, I'll let you know."

My heart dropped.

"Thank you for your help," I tried to nod at him politely, but my eyes were already filling up with frustrated tears. My stomach chose that moment to betray me and growl.

He looked up with pity and I turned around in abject horror. This was turning out to be a worse day than I had anticipated. My cheeks flamed red with shame.

"Wait," he said.

I whirled back, hopeful that he had miraculously came up with something in the short second I had my back turned. He only had his hand out.

"Best of luck, Ms. Belle. I'm sure there's ample opportunity out there for someone as beautiful as yourself."

That's an odd thing to say. Frowning, I took his outstretched hand and shook it. There was something in his palm. He winked at me as he slid me the paper, then sat down and avoided my eyes pointedly.

I hurried out of the office. I waited until I was nowhere near the office before lifting my palm to look at the paper the stranger had slid to me.

There was just a single name card with a number on it. I dialed the number without thinking. The dial tone beeped in rhythm with tapping heels. I told myself to calm down.

"Hello? Mr. Jason?" I swallowed, trying to wet my suddenly dry throat.

"Hello," a definitively male voice said, amusement clear in his voice.

"I um... I got your number from an interviewer and I was hoping to get a job..."

"Of course. I have a few questions."

"Okay," I cupped my hand to the phone, trying to hear him through the sound of cars driving past as I walked further into an alley to avoid being in the way of the fast moving traffic.

"Name and age?"

"Belle Raven. I'm twenty one."

"Studying?"

"Not at the moment. I'm looking for a full time work."

"Good, good," he murmured. "Are you comfortable with moving for the job? Food and lodgings are provided, of course."

My heart stopped at my throat. Food and lodgings?! My mother's warning voice about things that sounded too good to be true echoed in my mind. I drew a deep breath and ignored her voice of reason. "I'll be more than happy to move!" I still had no idea what the work was.

"Are you afraid of needles and pain, Belle?"

I gulped. What's that got to do with anything? "I'm sorry?" My voice was breathless and soft, which flustered me.

"Are you afraid of a little pain, Belle? I'm afraid the work requires you to have some level of pain tolerance."

"A little pain... is alright I suppose?" I murmured, growing more and more worried by the second. What kind of job was it?!

"Do you have any medical ailments or preexisting conditions?"

"No."

"Have you been pregnant before and are you pregnant now?"

"God, no!"

"You're a perfectly healthy young woman then." I could hear the smile of satisfaction in his voice.

"Yes."

"Are you in a relationship currently?"

"No."

"How much experience have you had with sexual intercourse?" he asked.

"Excuse me?!" I gasped.

"It's important that you answer, Belle. How many sexual partners have you had?"

"I- I don't know?" I whispered.

"A lot, then?"

"No!"

"How many years of sexual experience have you had?"

"None, alright?!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long while. Did he hang up? I was relieved when he started talking again. I let go of a breath I didn't realize I had been holding.

"You're a virgin?"

My voice was meek and soft. "Yes."

"Very good."

Relief that I hadn't botched the interview filled my heart, warming me. I still had a chance to not be homeless.

"Do you touch yourself at night?"

And the relief was gone.

I bit my lip and considered hanging up the phone. This was turning out to be a lot more personal than I thought. I watched cars and unknowing pedestrians move past me with an irrational fear that they could hear everything the man was asking.

I admitted softly, "Sometimes." My cheeks were fast turning red from embarrassment. This was a highly inappropriate line of questioning. What in the world was I getting myself into?

My stomach chose the moment to growl noisily, as if reminding me that I needed to eat.

"Do you use toys?" He asked the question as if it were the most normal thing in the world to ask a woman during a job interview.

"No toys," I whispered, certain that the people around me could guess what we were talking about. I was getting flustered and the line of questioning was starting to have an effect on my body that I didn't appreciate. At least not in broad daylight in the midst of strangers. I tried to melt into the wall.

There was a cafe right next to me where the delightful scent of coffee and muffins was awakening a fresh bout of hunger in my belly.

"No experience with sex toys?"

"None." I didn't know why I was still answering questions. That was a lie. I knew exactly why I was still answering his ludicrous questions. I needed the get a job to afford food.

"Not even dildos and vibrators?" he sounded pleased.

"No." My voice was getting softer and softer. The toys were expensive. I could barely feed myself, let alone splurge on expensive, unnecessary sex toys.

"This should be interesting for the both of us then, Belle."

I cleared my throat and finally gathered enough courage to ask, "May I know what the job is, Mr. Jason?"

"You may refer to me as 'Sir' or 'Master Jason'," he corrected.

I gulped. When the silence prolonged uncomfortably, I realized he was waiting for me to repeat the question with the right honorific. "What's the work that I'm expected to do, Sir?"

"You're here to assist me in a series experiments," he said. "Once that is over, you will be generously compensated."

I daren't ask how much he was offering. The fact that he had offered to put a roof over my head and feed me was amazing enough.

"What kind of experiments?" I gulped. It didn't sound like he was asking me questions for experiments. It sounded like he was going to fuck me in weird and novel ways.

"Everything will be made known to you once you arrive," he answered without answering. "I just have one last question."

"Yes, Mr- I mean, yes, sir?"

"When can you start?"

My mother's voice echoed in my head once more. If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is... I shook my head and ignored her, "Immediately."

Chapter 2*: Mansions and Pills

Everything was easier with money. When I told the strange man on the other end of the phone that I was ready to start work immediately, he told me to stay put and that he will send somebody to fetch me.

I used my last remaining greens to buy a muffin and a cup of coffee as I waited, the food settling in my empty stomach delightfully. Anxiety gnawed at my bones, but I pushed it down and replaced it with anticipation. I had a job A vague, suspicious-sounding job, but a job nevertheless!

There was no internet service on my phone for me to research my new employer. Jason Stone wasn't a familiar name at all. Maybe the driver would be able to give me more information. Was he going to come pick me up along with the driver? I was curious about what the man on the other side of the phone looked like. A mad scientist conducting experiments... This is how horror movies start. I ignored the thought and tried to be happy for myself.

After months of anxiously applying for jobs and getting turned down, I could finally breathe easy. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribcage that I was almost sure the strangers around me could hear it as well.

Finishing the last drop of my coffee, I stood back outside and waited for my ride.

I watched the cars speed past and wondered if what kind of driver he had sent my way.

"Ms. Belle?"

I turned to the man and did all I could to stop myself from gawking. He was such a handsome young man. For a moment, I thought he was Jason Stone, but that was wrong. He didn't sound like Mr. Stone. And Jason Stone didn't sound like a name for a black man.

"Master Jason asked for me to pick you up," he said.

I felt a pang of disappointment when it sunk in that he did not turn up to meet me himself. He was an important man with more serious matters to attend to, no doubt.

It was lucky that I had dressed up for the interview but I wished I had dressed better. The dress I was wearing was one of the last remaining dresses I owned, one that I couldn't sell to the thrift shop on account of it being bright yellow with white ducks printed on it.

He looked amused. "You don't look like what I expected you to."

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

"Nothing. If you could get in the car?"

I turned to the black sedan behind him and gawked. The long black sedan looked like it belonged in a wedding reception instead of next to a cafe in a dingy part of town.

I brushed imaginary muffin crumbs from my dress and walked around to climb into the passenger's seat. turning around to check out the magnificent area behind it. The car was large and luxurious. There was even a glass separating the front part of the car with the back, where there appeared to be a small drinking area.

He looked at me inquisitively for a moment and I belatedly remembered that I was supposed to get into the backseat where all the drinks were. I avoided looking at him in embarrassment.

"I hear you will be joining the experiment," he said as he started the car. Was he going to keep talking throughout the road? I should get all the information I could out of him.

"Are there others?"

He shrugged. "You're the first female as far as I know."

"You mean he's done it with guys before?"

His eyebrows went to his forehead and he grinned. "How did you think I got this job?"

I gulped. Was Jason gay? Was that how he got the job? "I'm still not sure what I've gotten myself into," I admitted quietly.

"Oh, he's going to have fun with you!" he answered mysteriously, still not giving me any idea of what the job entailed.

"I didn't catch your name," I said in a way of steering the conversation somewhere normal.

"Ollie," he introduced himself, his eyes never straying from the road. He was an incredibly handsome man. He looked like he was in his twenties, but I could be wrong. He had muscular arms and well-toned muscles all about him. "Like what you see?" he asked suddenly.

I turned away and folded my hands on my lap. I told my heart to calm down. My employer must be an incredibly rich man if he could afford a driver as good looking as Ollie and a car as expensive as this one.

I wondered why he wanted to know if I was a virgin. I wasn't trying to hold on to my virginity, really. I just never had a chance to meet someone that I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. Or rather, someone who I wanted to spend the night with even.

What if he was a cruel man? Ollie seemed nice enough. He was able to put me at ease with just a few words. He didn't seem like the type of man who would willingly hand me over to someone wanting to cause me harm...

"You'll be staying in the mansion from now on, yeah?" he asked as we drove out of the highway and into a two-lane road flanked by tall trees and lush green hills.

"Could I go and pick up my stuff first?" There was only a few days left in my lease. I only felt slightly bad I was going to disappear before paying rent. I'll pay him back when I get paid.

"We'll have plenty of time to get that handled afterwards. Master Jason is quite eager to see you in person."

"Oh," I looked down on my hands, scolding myself for being so eager to get away already. I should be excited for my new job. "What if he decides I'm not a right fit?" I asked.

Ollie glanced at me and laughed. "You've gotten past the phone interview, yea?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Then the fact that you're a gorgeous babe is just icing on the cake," he said so seriously that a blush formed on my cheeks.

The vast green fields was beautiful and calming and I closed my eyes, willing my beating heart to slow down as I relaxed into the comfortable seat.

I didn't know when I dozed off but when I opened my eyes again, we were parked outside a magnificent double gate that stretched out into the skies.

"We're here," Ollie said with a grin, waving at the security guard when he drove past the opened gate.

My hands trembled slightly as I prepared to exit the car. My whole body hummed nervously. The mansion was a lot bigger than any house I had seen before. It looked like a castle.

"It's going to be okay," he said, patting my hand reassuringly. "Master Jason wouldn't ask you to do anything you're uncomfortable with," he promised.

I stared at him doubtfully, wishing I had asked him more questions instead of mindlessly falling asleep on the journey.

He dropped me off at the front door and was on the way to open the car door for me when I showed myself out.

"Remember to get into the backseats next time, alright? Master Jason wouldn't like it if he knew you broke protocol."

I nodded numbly and walked up the steps towards the door. It opened without provocation, sliding open smoothly. I was surprised that there was no antiques and dim lighting beyond the door. Instead, everything was modernized, the lights were bright and the furniture looking like it had appeared from a photo shooting magazine somewhere. I tried not to gawk, but it was hard not to stare at transparent floor that I was walking on, Koi fishing swimming on the other side of the glass. There was a glass exhibition in the middle of the hall, nestled in between twin staircases that spiraled upwards.

I spied a few exotic birds beyond the glass but my wandering eyes fast focused onto the two men flanking either sides of me.

"You must be Ms. Belle," the man on the left said, introducing himself as Paddy. He was the butler and I was to go to him if I had any questions. He looked like he was in his late forties and had hints of white in his brown hair. He wore a suit that looked tailored to fit him perfectly.

The man on the right was Ken and he was in charge of dinner. He wore a chef's uniform and he wanted to know if I had any allergies or special requests that he should know about.

"I'll eat anything," I said simply.

He formed the first smile I had seen since I arrived. I decided he was quite handsome when he smiled. Ken was significantly younger than Paddy, looking to be in his mid-twenties. He was a little shorter than Paddy but much stockier. Both men were taller than me, even in my heels. His brown hair was lighter, looking something more like my dirty blonde, and his pupils were black instead of brown.

"Nothing special? No gluten allergy? Dairy? Nuts? You're not vegetarian?" he asked, his tone almost teasing now. His voice was loud and boisterous, sounding slightly Italian. I wondered if he was.

Paddy frowned at him, as if he had done something wrong.

I shook my head. "I really- I'll eat anything," I repeated feebly.

"Woman after my own heart," he laughed, hitting me hard across the back. I coughed and stumbled forward. He apologized readily and walked off into the direction of the kitchen.

I barely had time to gawk at my surroundings as Paddy uttered a quick, "Follow me," and disappeared up the stairs.

I jogged up after him, sunny, hopeful thoughts in my head. The chef and the driver were kind. Paddy seemed like a nice man, even though he was a little bit stoic and didn't seem to be one for talking. He walked me past a series of doors, hallways, and a beautiful spa-like room that looked like it was linked to a sauna until finally, we reached our destination.

"This is going to be your room during your stay here," he said and proceeded to tell me that my personal bathroom was to my right, living room is to my left, a balcony that oversees the garden over to the end of the hall and a kitchen if I ever grow sick of Ken's cooking in the corner.

I couldn't quite pick my jaw from the grown from the magnificence of the room he had shown me into. The living room, complete with a flat screen TV and game consoles, was bigger than my entire apartment.

I must've looked like a deer caught in headlights as I tried to take it all in. I had prepared myself for a small room with a single bed and a desk with maybe a lamp. This was too much.

I turned to Paddy, but he was already turning towards the door.

"When is Master Jason going to see me?" I asked.

He didn't bother turning back. "Master Jason will see you when he's ready."

I didn't know what to do when the door closed behind me.

Whatever experiments he wanted me to help him with, I was ready to take it. This was better than anything I had ever imagined! I wandered into the kitchen and if my eyes weren't already on the verge of falling out from sheer awe, they were now.

There was a Jacuzzi in the middle of the bathroom. I wanted to get the water running so I could soak all my worries away in the warm bath instantly. Later. The thought settled like a promise in my chest.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and wasn't surprised the see the stunned expression on my face. I forced a smile.

"It's going to be alright," I whispered as I looked down on the sink and washed my hands, if only for something to do. Even the water was the perfect temperature.

My eyes were drawn to a tall glass of water next to the sink and a small gold-plated plate with two pills on it. One blue, the other red.

"Take the blue pill and the story ends," I thought with a smile, picking up the red pill. There was a note beneath the pills that said, 'Eat Me'.

I shrugged and popped both pills into my mouth, downing it with the plain water.

My heartbeat started pumping heavily the moment the pills settled in my belly. I drew a deep, shuddering breath and stumbled backwards, my back hitting the wall. It shouldn't be having an effect on me so quickly.

I slid down onto the floor as a wave of dizziness overcame me. I closed my eyes, trying to will the sudden vertigo away.

My mother's voice whispered in my mind, "I told you it was too good to be true..." as unconsciousness pulled me under.

Chapter 3*: Held Down & Spanked

I woke up on the bathroom floor.

Everything hurt. I pushed myself up and leaned against the sink, hands on either side of it. I turned on the tap. The cold running water washed some life back into my hands.

There was metallic taste in my mouth that I couldn't get rid of no matter much I gargled. There was a brand new toothbrush by the sink and a toothpaste next to it. I tore open the packaging and set about washing the foul taste of out my mouth as I tried to make some sense of where I was.

What the hell happened? The last thing I remembered was walking past the too-large doors with my jaws on the ground. I had been ohhing and aahing over the sheet extravagance of it all. Then-

The pills!

I looked up at the mirror, expecting my eyes to be wide and bloodshot. Instead, I looked absolutely fine. I groaned, even that made my head pound. This was worst than a hangover.

"You okay?" a voice inquired, distinctively male, completely manly. A shiver went through me despite the vertigo I was going through. He had the sort of voice that went from my eardrums straight to my pussy. My body was starting to wake up as I splashed cold water on my face.

"I didn't think you would take the pills without even asking about it first."

Oh. But the paper said, "Eat me," and he had no idea how desperate I was for work.

I pushed my long hair out of my eyes and tried to focus on the source of the voice from the reflection in the mirror. He was leaning against the door and his face slowly swam into focus.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

Whoever he was, he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties, manly with a strong jaw that I wanted to run my fingers through instantly.

His hair was combed back, accentuating his beautiful green eyes that seemed to reflect light like emeralds. When he smiled, his teeth shone too and I cursed the gods for focusing way too much attention on making this one man absolutely perfect. It wasn't fair to the rest of us normal people.

I was still wearing the same t-shirt and pants that I thought I'd change out of once I settled in. Too late for that now. I felt severely underdressed in his presence. He was wearing a suit of all things. The pants was black and well-fitting, if a little tight where his legs met. I gulped. His dick must be sizable for me to be able to see the outline even through the layers of clothing.

"How're you feeling?" he asked.

My gaze darted from his pants to his face and I blushed as he gave me a sly, knowing smile.