“I know. I'll be fine. So, tonight?”
“Yeah, if he brings the stuff, it's tonight.”
“Cool.” Felicity turned around and got started on her work for the day. Not that it wasn't going to be difficult. Her mind kept going back to the club as if she'd left a piece of herself in that place. Just what was it about 'A Porterhouse Elm” that captivated her so? She shook her head and continued typing up her human interest story. She was going to have to call the school for more details about their new lunch program before she could complete it. She had to admit to herself, one of the reasons she was so gun-ho for this story was because it wasn't boring.
~*~
Felicity dashed out of the shower, running into her bedroom and snatched up her cell from the bed, answering it.
“Hello?” she asked, slightly breathlessly.
“The jerk brought the shit, so come and get it,” Allison said.
“And a good evening to you, too, Allison,” Felicity shot back.
“Spare me, I just got into a big ass argument with this asshole over some boots, girl. Some old, raggedy-ass, crusty-ass boots that he claimed he left over here. He was all like; 'they're my lucky pair'.”
“So what happened to them?” Felicity asked with a chuckle.
“Girl, I threw them boots away. Fuck him!”
Felicity's little chuckle grew into full blow wailing laughter. “Allie, you're a hot mess.”
“This man works my nerves, you don't understand. Just anything his feeble mind can think of to ruffle my feathers.”
“And you always let him. He's always known how to push your buttons. I told you, you have to take control. Don't let him, or any man for that matter have that kind of power over you. But listen, I'm on my way, thank you so much for your sacrifice,” Felicity said.
“Yeah, yeah... see you in a bit.”
Felicity ended the call with a shake of her head. It never ceased to amaze her just how much Allison let her ex boyfriend get under her skin. She'd never let any man have that much power over her. She dressed quickly and checked herself out in the mirror. Leather skirt, knee boots and a red silk blouse. Conservative enough to say: “I'm just here to watch”, but maybe provocative enough to say: “But I'll joining in if I'm interested.” She tried to take Gregory's advice to heart and not look like a “sheep amongst a pack of wolves”.
She let her long, brunette hair cascade down her shoulders and back, the tight curls from that morning, now hanging loosely. She applied just a touch of blush to her creamy cheeks to add just a hint of rouge. Hopefully, it would mask the real thing if she happened to get overwhelmed again. She stepped back, one last time.
“Okay, you're good to go.” Leaving her apartment, she drove straight to Allison's.
“Oooh, look at you,” Allison said after opening the front door and seeing her friend's getup.
“I'm just trying to look the part.”
“I think you're enjoying this too much.”
“Hardly. Okay, so, where is it?”
“Calm down, geez! Come inside first... unless you're in a hurry to get to the kinkfest.”
“I just don't want to miss any opportunity to catch him.”
“I'm not going to even go there anymore.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“It's nothing. You're so certain he even goes to this club, you're not going to give up. So, let's just get you that equipment,” Allison said, walking towards the box her ex left.
“I'm just following a lead. It's a tiny one, but it's all I have,” Felicity said in her defense.
“I know, that's what you said.”
“You say that like you don't believe me.”
“I do. I just don't want you to be wasting your time looking for a needle that's no where near that haystack. But hell, I could be wrong and your source could be right. So let's just do this.”
“Yeah,” Felicity said, willing to drop the conversation before it turned into an argument. She didn't like her friend thinking she was being foolish. Mainly because if she allowed herself to entertain the thought, then she'd be force to agree. She wasn't willing to do that just yet. Not feeling the way she did. She felt like she was actually on to something, but just needed the cold, hard proof.
Together, they looked inside the box and Allison pointed out some things she had been playing around with.
“I think this would be best for you to use. It's an ink pen camera. You can place it right next to you if you want and the images it records gets saved on an internal hard drive. It has about an hour's worth of space on it. So use it when you need it.” Allison handed her a black ink pen with a silver cap. She looked it over, marveling at the simplicity of the design considering it was a video camera.
“There are other things too, like this lipstick camcorder. You may want to use this one as well.” Allison gave her the device that actually doubled as real lipstick.
“Oooh, this one is really cool and my color,” Felicity beamed as she applied a layer.
“Don't do that!” Allison belted.
Felicity jumped and screamed. “Why?”
“It's acid!” Allison warned.
“Oh my God!” Felicity squealed as she ran to the kitchen to wash the lipstick from her lips. She was bent over the sink splashing and rubbing furiously when she finally heard the uncontrollable laughter coming from the living room. “You bitch!” she yelled from the kitchen.
“Oh... the look... on your face,” Allison said between gasps.
Felicity walked back into the living room, face dripping wet, makeup gone. “You're an evil, evil woman,” she said, giving her friend a mean glare that was failing under the hilarious circumstances. Unable to keep up the farce, she joined Allison in a fit of laughter, doubling over.
“I know I'm going to pay for that one day, but right now, it was worth it.”
“I'll get you when you least expect it, too.” Felicity pointed at her. “Now I have to re-apply my makeup.”
“You'll be all right. I just wish I had been recording that shit when it happened. Now it'll just have to be a fond memory.” Allison pouted.
“That just means when I get you back, it'll be on YouTube,” Felicity threatened with a wicked glare.
“Oh, now that's just uncalled for.”
“'Paybacks a bitch' and 'revenge is a dish best served cold'.”
“Oh, so you have slogans, do you? How about 'two wrongs don't make a right' and 'let bygones be bygones'?” Allison retorted.
“Nope, 'an eye for an eye' is what's going to happen. Just deal with it.” Felicity gave her a raspberry, tongue splattering a bit of saliva.
“You're too old for that shit,” Allison remarked.
“So? It felt right.” She walked away to reapply her makeup in the bathroom mirror. Several minutes later, she went back into the living room, standing still with hands on her hips. “How do I look now?”
“Like a painted-up hussy.”
“Excellent.”
She put the two cameras inside her purse.
“You be careful, okay,” Allison said, giving her a big hug.
“I will. See you tomorrow.” Felicity kissed her cheek and left.
She drove to the club and parked on the street. This time, with a bit of cut-throat tactics, she was able to U-turn and steal a spot from a couple who'd been waiting for the light to change, but arrived too late. Getting out, she adjusted her clothes, ignored the evil glares from the couple inside the car and made her way to the club. Hey, it wasn't her fault they didn't get the spot. It's first come, first serve on the streets. Not, oh, you had intentions on this spot? I'll inconvenience myself to hold it for you.
The bouncer gave her a once over then asked for her club membership.
“Um, I was here last night with a friend of mine. He said I should pick up my temporary membership from the host,” Felicity informed.
“Your name?” The bouncer was no-nonsense and she could respect that.
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�F. D.,” Felicity said, remembering the protocol Gregory told her.
“You can go inside and talk to Rob,” the bouncer said, stepping aside.
Felicity did as she was told, walking past him and straight towards the host.
“Hello, how are you this evening. Will I be seating one or will there be a party?” the male host asked.
“Um, are you Rob?” Felicity asked.
He nodded. “Yes, how may I help you?”
“My name is F.D., I was told to pick up my membership from you,” Felicity said, feeling very cloak and dagger at the moment.
“Ah, yes. Here you go.” He reached under his podium, producing a manilla medium size envelope. He handed it to her. “I suggest you take a few minutes to read all of the rules before you go up there,” he said.
“Thank you,” Felicity said.
“You can take some time reading it over at the bar if you like. No wait, there.”
“Even better. Thanks.” Felicity made her way toward the polished wood, fully stocked bar with the handsome bar tender behind it.
“May I have a Mojito, please,” Felicity said.
The bar tender nodded and began to make her drink with a flourish of tricky movements that were a spectacle in and of themselves. He handed the drink to her when he was done, took the tip she offered him and then walked down the bar to take one of the patron's order.
Taking Rob's advice, Felicity planted herself on a stool and opened the envelope. The first thing she saw was her temporary membership card. It was an elegant, yet simple design. Had the words “Temporary Member” on the front in gold lettering and on the back, her name: Felicity Davenport. There was a black scan bar and a shaded box with a white question mark for a photo which was “optional” according to the words in parentheses under the box. She looked at the paper labeled “Guidelines” and “Non-negotiable Terms”.
The first one was to respect the sanctity of the club and all it patrons. Okay, that should be easy enough, she thought. Then reflected on her behavior the night before. Her initial shock and disgust... was it really disgust? She shook her head as if trying to clear her mind.
The second list of guidelines was just proper Dom or Domme etiquette. No alcohol inside the Dungeon. No abusing the subs. That particular section had subsections of its own, such as not letting a sub crash after a “scene”. Something along the lines of “subdrop” whatever the hell that meant. She would have to look it up. She continue to read over the paper, thinking it seemed to take itself more seriously than it needed to. But she decided to reserve her opinion. Her eyes widened when she got to the part about club requirements under the “Terms” section. Apparently she was expected to have a STD test to prove that she was clean before she could partake in any of the scenes. She thought back to Gregory's comment about how surprised she'd be to find out just how hygienic the club really was.
“So, I guess he was right about that. Still, ewww,” she mused as she remembered all of the fluid that was flowing, squirting and shooting that night.
She continued to read and realized that her temporary membership was only good for two weeks. She didn't know if that was going to be enough time. If she couldn't get the proof she needed, she was going to have to look into getting a real membership and lord knows it was probably something she couldn't afford. She read further. Yep, she really couldn't afford it. Right after the temporary stipulations came the price of membership for both Dominants and submissives. Yeah, it was way out of her price range. Can't this place just charge like Netflix? She thought to herself.
After reading through everything, there was a section designated for her signature confirmation. She signed and dated it then waved the bartender over. “So who do I give this to?”
“You can give it to me, I'll make sure the boss gets it,” the bartender said.
“Okay.” Felicity handed him her consent form, finished her 'shot of courage' also known as a Mojito and rose from the bar stool.
“Have fun,” the bartender said, low enough for only her ears.
“Um, thanks,” she said. Without further ado, she walked towards the back to the black door Gregory led her to before marked “Employees only”. She took her membership card and ran it through the card slot and the red light turned green and the door unlocked. She opened it and began making her trek up the two small flights of stairs. Once she reached the top, she parted the red velvet curtains, not sure what she was going to see this time around. She tried hard not to stand in the doorway like a deer caught in a set of headlights, but once again, her feet failed her. This time she didn't have Gregory to guide her and she felt like she was teetering on the edge of a panic attack. Two scenes were going on at the same time. Hanging from a leather swing contraption was a beautiful and very naked blonde woman. Both her legs were spread wide, ankles bound by the straps on the swing. Her wrist were handcuffed to the other end of the swing and she lay helpless, exposed for all to see, while her female Domme spanked her breast teasingly with a leather crop. The other scene was another spanking. A muscular man, almost the size of the bouncer who'd let her in, was bound to that cross-shaped contraption and his female mistress was tearing into him with a leather whip. Each contact to his skin left red welts that the crowd appeared to approve of.
“It's beautiful, isn't it?” a deep, caramel-smooth, British voice asked her from behind causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. So much for playing it cool.
Felicity turned around, ready to curse out whoever it was violating her personal space. But when her eyes trailed up his tall, powerfully built frame and locked on the jade-green gaze of the man before her, she lost her voice. His full, luscious lips parted in a killer smile that would make Don Juan envious. His jaw was strong and defined and made her want to run her fingers along the smooth lines. Everything about this man was sheer perfection. Never in her life had she seen a man so beautiful with such a presence, that it engulfed her. It frightened her and excited her. She immediately felt her nipples harden and the little things were betraying her through her bra and blouse. His eyes didn't miss the show, either. They glided down her body, taking in her appearance from head to toe, lingering only but a second at her breasts. Long enough for his lip to quirk up at the corner ever so slightly.
“W-what did you say?” was the only words Felicity could form at the moment. He ought to be grateful for that... or was it the other way around? she wondered.
“I said they're beautiful, aren't they?” he repeated. That same sensuous, crisp accent slicing through her mental barrier like a hot knife through butter.
“I—I don't know what you mean,” Felicity manage to reply.
She couldn't take her eyes off of his body, though tastefully clothed in a black buttoned-up shirt, with charcoal-gray flat-front pants and blazer. It wasn't just the outfit that kept her captivated. It was how he wore it. It must have been tailored for him because it seemed to fit him like a glove. Again, she looked up at him and wondered just how tall he was. At five-seven, she wasn't considered short, but he stood at least seven inches taller than her.
He smiled again and very gently placed his hands on her shoulders. “Just relax,” he said as he turned her back around to face the room. Slowly, he led her with a gentle push further into the room so that she was no longer blocking the doorway. He slid his hands down the length of her arms, taking her hands into his and crossing them over her chest as he held her close to him. She closed her eyes as she felt his powerful chest against her back, breathing in time with her as if they were becoming one.
“Ah, ah, ah... don't close your eyes,” he whispered into her ear, his lips delicately brushed against her flesh making her shiver with titillation.
Felicity opened her eyes, not even realizing she had closed them. She stared forward, watching the two scenes grow more intense. Now the woman trapped in the swing was lost in complete rapture as her mistress slapped the swollen folds of her pussy with the crop. After a few slaps, she rub the sensitive, inflamed flesh wi
th her fingers as if soothing the sting. The woman in the swing struggled to squirm and it was obvious that she was attempting to press herself closer to her mistress' fingers. Immediately, the mistress pulled her hand away and the whipping continued.
“Disobedience will not be tolerated. That is the lesson there,” Alistair whispered into Felicity's ear sending tingles down her spine so intense, she quaked again. He chuckled deeply in his chest, and she could feel the vibrations through her back.
“How is she being disobedient? It isn't like she can do anything?” Felicity asked. She wanted to wrap herself in the scent of this beautiful man who was holding her close. His cologne was intoxicating.. or maybe it was just him? She could no longer tell the difference.
“She is to remain still, not to seek pleasure yet to be granted. In pressing the matter, she's forced the hand of her mistress to punish her,” Alistair explained.
The ecstatic moans of the man bound to the cross drew Felicity's attention away from the two women. The man's head was back, lids half parted showing the whites of his eyes. His mouth was agape and his face was serene as if he was in a lovely place that no one there could see.
“That is what you call magnificent,” Alistair purred.
Felicity's eyes fluttered, but she managed to keep them open. Just the sound of his voice in her ear was making her lose control of her senses. She had to fight hard to keep herself grounded. She stared intently at the mistress as she continued to spank her male sub, until he quaked, his orgasm jetting across the leather of the contraption he was bound to. Creamy, white rivulets staining the black leather. The mistress ceased the spanking and rubbed his back in soft, gentle circles. She kissed him and whispered things no one could hear into his ear and he nodded slowly. She untied him and he fell to his knees in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She held him so lovingly, as if he was her greatest treasure.
“I don't get that,” Felicity admitted without meaning to.
What was it about this man that made her lose all reason? She didn't even know his name and already she wanted him to sweep her into his arms and … and what? Spank her? She decided to end the fantasy right there. Gathering whatever sense of self she had left, she pulled her arms down. He didn't put up any resistance. Alistair let her pull away from him.
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