by Ava May
Melissa’s her eyes tracked to the book, the very same book he held in his hands. She made a grab for but he pulled away shaking his head with little smile.
“That’s mine,” she exclaimed and he could tell that she was both nervous and embarrassed.
“Yeah, I know. But I was very curious about it. I thought you would read one of the Shades books.” Glenn arched a brow, giving her a little wink. “You realize that those books have no basis in reality.” He wasn’t commenting on the one he held; he had no basis to compare that one yet.
“I really have no idea,” Melissa said. Her face was bright red. He’d never seen her so uncomfortable before, though it was a cute human moment for his very quiet nurse. Glenn wanted to relax her, to put her at ease.
“Melissa, it’s okay. There are many people into this lifestyle, and if you’re one of them, I’m never gonna judge you.” She arched a brow at that, and it was clear that she didn’t quite know where to go with what he was saying to her. He handed her the book, resting a hand on her shoulder before he pulled away.
“Melissa, if you really want to learn about that lifestyle, we’ll talk.”
Her eyes widened and she looked at him, assessing him. “Exactly what you mean?” she asked. “Are you coming on to me, Doctor?” Her eyes flashed fire for a moment, he saw the spunk inside her. Oh, this was good. This was very, very good.
“No, Melissa,” he said softly, causing her to lean in. “I’m not coming on to you. This is not a sexual harassment issue.” He regarded her steadily for a few minutes, waiting for her to speak. When she didn’t, he found that he was very impressed with how much composure she had in this situation.
“Melissa, it may come as a surprise to you, but this is my lifestyle. I don’t like the popularity that that book is brought to my life, and to my friends. There are things that are very, very wrong about it, and people are getting hurt. At first it seemed as if it was a bit of a passing fancy, something for people to dip their feet into before going elsewhere. But now, now there are innocent people doing things that they have no business doing and getting hurt in the process.”
Melissa watched him, her expression was inscrutable. Finally, she spoke, “I just read the books, Doctor,” she said meeting his eyes for a fleeting moment, before looking down. “This isn’t my lifestyle. This isn’t my life.” She emphasized the “my” and he gave her a little smile. She had no idea that she was broadcasting her interest, regardless of what she said.
“Melissa, I’m a student body language. Whatever you say, your actions are speaking louder than words. If, and I repeat if, you’re interested in exploring this, together or alone, I can help you get through it.” He leaned in, brushing her hair off her shoulder and gave a little smile. “I’ve been there before, Melissa,” he whispered. “I know what it is like to train somebody. If you want to be trained, or if you just want to explore the lifestyle, I’m your man. It will never interfere with our working life. You think about it, and you tell me if you’re interested. If not, I won’t say another word to you.”
Melissa couldn’t quite believe what was happening. First, there was the car accident, thankfully only a fender bender. The people inside, an elderly couple, had been a little shaken up, but they had not wanted her to call EMS. Then, she’d returned to the office to find her purse was open, disengaging all of her personal items onto the floor. It hadn’t been bad enough that her feminine products had been lying out there for anyone to say, but that book, her current favorite book, had fallen out, too. Dr. Glenn had held it in his hands stroking the cover, an unconscious gesture. She had a feeling that he had no idea he was broadcasting his own body language cues, and expressing his interest to her, whether he intended to or not. Not that she had ever considered that he was a student of BDSM. But now that she knew, she was driven crazy with thoughts of him wielding a whip, handcuffing some beautiful young woman, exerting his will over strangers. Dammit, she wanted that to be her.
Melissa stuffed her book, and her other things, back into her purse trying not to blush, resisting the urge to fan herself, but only barely. She’d work for Dr. Glenn for a long time now, six years, and change. In that time, the entire office staff and turned over several times. They were the only two who had stayed. And they formed an interesting bond, not quite friendship. Not quite boss and employee. It was somewhere in between, a gray area of professional respect and personal lines drawn for the betterment of their working bond.
And as such, she was never quite sure how to approach the doctor. Sometimes they were friends, and he would dispense advice about boys, men really, and other times there was a distance between them. Like when Rose, his former girlfriend, had left the country. Dr. Glenn had been very quiet that, and Melissa had known how to get him out of his shell. Since they were the only consistent employees in the office, she felt a responsibility to keep the office running smoothly, even though that wasn’t her job. They had a very capable office manager, who was at lunch right now, thank God. Cathy would have been all over this if she’d seen what was happening. Heck, she probably would have live blogged it to her friends.
The office was rounded out by a very part time receptionist and a medical biller, both young and just out of college. They wouldn’t stay, Melissa knew that.
Most of their employees were here for a short time, either starting anew after divorce, or a change in life, or they were college kids, looking for something bigger and better than $15 an hour. It was a darn shame. Dr. Glenn was both generous, and compassionate. He wasn’t only known for his bedside manner, but he was known for being a generous individual in their city. Every charity event opportunity that came past their doors, every invitation, he did something, no matter how small. She could respect that he seemed plugged in and invested in their community. So many others wrote checks and were done with it, but Doctor Glenn actually went out and physically assisted the charities.
“Melissa, are you okay? Are you thinking about what I had to say?” Dr. Glenn looked at the doors. Melissa realized that Cathy would be back soon.
Melissa looked up at Doctor Glenn. How could she possibly answer his question? “Oh yes, I’m thinking about it. I’m thinking about all the ways it would be a bad idea.” She clapped a hand over her mouth, wishing she could pull her snarky response right back in, but it was too late.
“But you’re thinking about it aren’t you,” Glenn said with a little smile. She couldn’t think of him as Doctor Glenn right now; that would be too confusing, and yes, way too arousing.
“So now that I know your secret, Melissa, what are we gonna do about it?” H had a little smirk on his face. A part of her wanted to wipe that self-confidence right off his face, and the other part of her liked the sight of it, his arrogance, and his surety that things would work out for him in the end. It was as if they had a little secret against the world.
Melissa cocked a hip and gave him a little wink, pulling forth all the sex goddess that she had buried deep inside her. Deep, deep inside her, maybe like 40 pounds ago. “So, Doc, are you really serious about this? Is it going to impact my job security?” She asked him.
“Whatever we do outside this office, will never come into this office,” Glenn said intensely, his eyes flashing. “Your job will never be at issue, Melissa. I promise you that. I vow that.” His intensity was getting to her, turning her on in a way that she could not have imagined before today.
He was the good-looking older brother type, not the sort of guy that she could ever attain with her average looks and extra pounds. Or even hope to have, so she had chosen not to be attracted, too. And that denial, that self-delusion, was rearing up and biting her on the ass.
“What do you have in mind?” She gave him a deep, penetrating look. She couldn’t do intensity like he could, but she could give back a little bit.
“Well, I have just the idea, I…”
Melissa turned, looking at the door, knowing that they were about to get invaded. And wasn’t that horrible term, invaded
. It was just their office manager, who was doing both her own duties and that of their receptionist today.
“Cathy!” Doctor Glenn said, falsely enthusiastic. “How was lunch?”
“Just...fine?” Cathy’s voice lifted, as if in a question. While Glenn was friendly to the staff, this level of enthusiasm seemed as false as it was.
“Good. Good. We had some excitement here.”
While he filled Cathy in on the fender bender and the frantic older couple, Melissa finished scooping up a few of her wayward belongings. Dropping to a crouch took her much lower than Glenn’s penetrating gaze, and gave her a little breathing room. Standing eye to eye, or eye to collarbone, with him had been a little too intense.
“Wait, what happened?” Cathy asked, and Melissa experienced a moment of sheer terror, thinking he might tell Cathy about what had just transpired between them. Her rational mind knew that he never would, but there was a part of her very nervously anticipating something. It was in the air, that feeling before a bad storm. Named Glenn, apparently.
“You heard me, fender bender, older couple. They were a bit shaken up but didn’t want any medical assistance. I offered to call 911.”
“Doctor Glenn offered to check them out, but they were having none of it,” Melissa added, standing up, her purse clutched in her arms.
“Hrm,” Cathy said, and ended that in a small smile. “Maybe they have something to hide, like grandma and grandpa are jewel thieves or something like that. You never know what secrets someone else may be keeping. You know my neighbor down the block, George? Muscle bound? Yeah?” She gestured to Melissa, who nodded.
“Well, he’s on steroids. That’s how he gets those muscles. Can you believe it? I can’t. I’m totally shocked.”
“Me too,” Glenn quipped. “Let me get back to my paperwork, ladies. Melissa, about what we talked about...give it some thought.”
“I will.”
Melissa wasn’t quite sure why she said yes, but she had. And Dr. Glenn had taken the fact that she’d had her book and run with it. He seemed curious to know if her interest was just an exploration, a discussion of what might be titillating to read, rather than an opening into the life. Melissa still wasn’t quite sure why she said yes. Maybe it was Glenn, or maybe it was just her own interest in finding out where the books got it right and where they got it wrong.
Melissa had spent all day, all her one free Saturday month, trying to figure out what to wear. What was BDSM club chic? Should she go with a costume of some kind? Should she go with something that looked absolutely normal, and figure she might be out of place. She dithered about it all day, it wasn’t as if she could ask her friends none of her friends would’ve understood this, she tried to broach the subject with them before. None of them seemed interested in the lifestyle, none of them seemed at all interested in what Melissa might be attracted to and the power exchange. It wasn’t that they were bad friends, they just didn’t understand.
She finally decided to wear a pair of black jeans that hugged her long legs and a tunic top, cut really low in front, to expose her generous cleavage. Black seem like a safe choice for the pants, and the dark red of the shirt, would bring out the natural highlights in her hair.
The Post was a place she’d only vaguely heard of, in whispered conversations at clubs her friends liked to attend; the places where Melissa didn’t fit in, the places that catered to cute girls. They’d driven past it, a warehouse on the water with a thick velvet rope, and they’d tried for months to figure out what was behind the doors. Google searches and even a scan of the county records hadn’t given them any insight, but slowly, gradually they’d figured it out, though they weren’t exactly interested in checking it out. They called it the freak market.
Glenn picked her up promptly, and she didn’t let him come to her door, though she knew he probably would have liked to. He was sort of courtly that way. But her place was a mess, Mom was sleeping off her latest bender, and Melissa hated anyone knowing this part of her life.
“Hi,” she said breathlessly, transitioning from nurse to…what? Was she part of a dating couple or were they just two people doing...what? Did she want something to happen tonight? Did she not? She had been clear she was only going as an observer rather than an actual participant, and he’d been clear that he would respect that.
“Good evening, Melissa,” he said, his voice rich and deep and sexy. She risked a glance over and saw he was wearing a black shirt, open at the throat, and black dress pants. With his thick, dark hair and his deep brown eyes, he looked unapproachable, miles away from the mild mannered doctor she knew.
Not to say his overall look wasn’t completely sexy, because it was.
Melissa loved seeing the side of him. It was a foregone conclusion that he was a dominant, it was steeped in his bones. It was also in his manner, though he only brought that out subtly at work. There had been something that had attracted her to him from the first day, even if she’d couched it in friends or doctor to nurse. Melissa was drawn to the energy that he had, the easy dominance with which he ran the office, the way he handed over power incrementally, as if the other had to be trusted for him to give over complete full rein. Their relationship had gone very smoothly, he’d given and she’d taken, she’d proven herself again and again, and he rewarded her with more responsibility and very regular and generous raises. He suggested that she might want to go to med school, but that wasn’t in the cards for her. Anyway, she liked being his nurse.
“Hi,” she said again giving him a smile.
“You look lovely, he told her his voice though rich and gravelly. It wasn’t quite an octave deeper from his working voice, but there was something incredibly sexy about it.
“You’re my guest tonight,” he said, “and I need you to stay by my side, whatever happens. You be observing some scenes, things you might never have been exposed to before, not even in books. I know that you’re virgin to the sort of life, so please try to be casual and not shocked by whatever you see. Our club runs by safe, sane, consensual, sober. This means, that a submissive who doesn’t like what’s going on in the scene, can use their safe word to get out of it. Everything here is consensual, and done with everybody having all their faculties to them. There is no alcohol. There is a very light food.”
Melissa turned in her seat, regarding him. “Yes, I understand. I don’t think I would like it if this was a club where people didn’t get… If they didn’t have full control of everything that they were deciding to do.”
“Melissa, if you decide you want to explore any of this, we can do it on our own turf. Or, we can come back to the club. But for tonight you’re just an observer. As in my...”
Melissa rolled it over in her head and nodded. “Yes, I understand. I wouldn’t be comfortable doing anything without really understanding what the lifestyle is. Yes, I read about in books, but that’s a bit different than being in reality and the real life, isn’t it?”
He chuckled, another rich sound that went right into her settling somewhere by her pussy, arousing her. Oh, this was not good.
“That’s a very wise thing,” he told her. “I can assuage any curiosity that you have, and I can suggest some books in the romance realm, that will give you a better idea of what goes on in my life.”
Something niggled at Melissa; he said that before his life, his club. What did it mean? “You seem to be taking a lot of ownership of certain things. Is it just a part of who you are, or is there more significance.” She said the last is a statement, she already knew. It was just a matter of letting him know that she knew.
“Melissa, I’m a part owner in the club. I own about a quarter. Several of my friends and I decided to get involved in this venture many years ago, when I was a medical school and several of them were in law school. We wanted a safe place to explore the lifestyle. And this, from the warehouse, to setting up the infrastructure, to getting people in the lifestyle rather that those who wanted to gawk here. We’re now one of the most popular clubs
on the coast.”
She blinked a few times, absorbing his words. “How do you keep your life and your lifestyle apart?” Certainly if someone came in to the office, who had seen Glenn whipping or binding someone, there would have been a reaction.
“Melissa, the club runs under very strict rules of anonymity. It costs a great deal to join the club, and even more to stay an active member. We know everything about our members, and they know well enough to keep quiet about who they see behind our doors. In our twelve years in business, we’ve never had a situation where anonymity was compromised. Not ever. That says something about our clientele.”
“And your lawyers,” she pointed out.
“Yes, indeed.”
He drove them to the warehouse district and they bypassed the ropes at the front of the club. “Ownership has its privileges,” he pointed out, pulling into a small private keyed entry parking lot behind the club. His BMW slid in between a couple of Mercedes; these people were not exactly struggling, were they?
“Come on in. as my guest you’ll get the full tour, starting at the offices.” He got out of the car and came around to take her hand. “And for tonight, you’re my lady.”
That made her heart race, and moisture collected between her legs. She pressed them together, trying not to whimper.
“Come. Inside.” She had a feeling she could come anywhere and any time, as long as he was offering.
Melissa followed Glenn into a door, a burly security guard handed her a bright pink wristband.
“Wear that. Everyone will know you’re a VIP guest,” he told her, and she slipped it on.
He took her first to his office, a small alcove adorned with beautiful BDSM portraits. He unlocked a drawer in his desk and motioned her to put her purse there.
“Tell me if any of this gets to be too intense for you.”
“I will.”
He guided her out of his office and into the main space of the club. A dance floor stood in the middle of the room, a stage at the far end. All around the sides were alcoves where people were...getting busy.
