you.” She was glad she decided on a bright blue and black
corset that accentuated her full breasts, lifting them so they were almost
ready to burst free of the top edges of the hem that now showcased her arousal.
The beautiful piece paired perfectly with an extremely small black leather mini
skirt that stopped just short of the top of her thighs. With four-inch stiletto
heels to give her a few much-needed inches, the combination was the most
provocative set she owned.
By
no means short, she cleared five-foot-seven, however, most of the Doms at the club were at least six feet or taller. They
came in all shapes— lean, muscular, and in between. One thing they all seemed
to have in common was that they weren’t hard to miss. Even a blind person would
be able to recognize the aura around them. In their own unique ways, the Doms in the club could all be classified as sex gods. They
were walking fantasies.
Master
K grinned, pushing the door wide open, and those sexy dimples surfaced. Damn,
he really was handsome. His thick, dark caramel hair looked almost black in the
dim light and was paired with the most mesmerizing sapphire eyes she had ever
seen with specks of gold rimming the iris, making them shine bright. A tight
black shirt with the club emblem on the right corner just above his right
pectoral showcased his muscular physique. The material was straining against
his biceps, threatening to rip if he moved the wrong way. She would have loved
to be that shirt right then, wrapped around his tanned form.
Biting
her lip, she looked away. Maybe one day she would have the nerve to approach
him for a session. Flicking her tongue against the back of her teeth in
contemplation, she ran her eyes over him once more. Yeah, maybe one day. With a
smile, she passed by his side, her arm brushing over his lightly as she moved. Crossing
the threshold into the lobby, she heard the door click shut behind her.
Lifting
the ink pen up off the receptionist’s desk, she signed her name on the
register. The foyer was eloquently designed. The décor reminded her of a castle
for kings in the Mediterranean. Lush, vibrant colors were scattered strategically
throughout the opulent space. On every surface rested crystal vases with
freshly cut bouquets of flowers in every hue one could imagine. Their fragrance
always smelled heavenly. Heavy burgundy drapes covered the floor-length bay
windows, drowning out the outside world and affording privacy to those inside. It
was a private oasis.
Heading to the women’s locker room, where members normally
stored their personal belongings and often showered and changed, she sought out
her assigned space.
Moving
down the row of medium-sized metallic doors, she found her number. Syd punched in the code, swinging the small door open, and placed
her purse in the small, rectangular box provided. The room was crowded with women
prepping and cleaning up while getting ready for their nights. A few early
arrivers walked by as they finished gathering their belongings. If it wasn’t
for the long hours she put in at her job, most likely that would have been her,
retiring earlier in the night. Taking a deep breath, she closed the locker back
up and tested to make sure it was secure before pivoting on her heel to exit
the room. As she made her way down the long corridor heading toward where the
main club room and the full service bar was, one thought crossed her mind. She
was in need of a serious drink, maybe even two.
A
presentation she had been working on day and night for over three weeks was
scheduled for the next morning and she was extremely nervous. If all went well
and the board members were pleased, it would likely result in her being given
the promotion she’d been dreaming of for so long. Yeah, a few drinks to calm
her rattled nerves were needed. This place was where she felt safest. Right now,
that was comforting because if a scene didn’t come to pass and she became
intoxicated, the club employees
corset that accentuated her full breasts, lifting them so they were almost
ready to burst free of the top edges of the hem that now showcased her arousal.
The beautiful piece paired perfectly with an extremely small black leather mini
skirt that stopped just short of the top of her thighs. With four-inch stiletto
heels to give her a few much-needed inches, the combination was the most
provocative set she owned.
By
no means short, she cleared five-foot-seven, however, most of the Doms at the club were at least six feet or taller. They
came in all shapes— lean, muscular, and in between. One thing they all seemed
to have in common was that they weren’t hard to miss. Even a blind person would
be able to recognize the aura around them. In their own unique ways, the Doms in the club could all be classified as sex gods. They
were walking fantasies.
Master
K grinned, pushing the door wide open, and those sexy dimples surfaced. Damn,
he really was handsome. His thick, dark caramel hair looked almost black in the
dim light and was paired with the most mesmerizing sapphire eyes she had ever
seen with specks of gold rimming the iris, making them shine bright. A tight
black shirt with the club emblem on the right corner just above his right
pectoral showcased his muscular physique. The material was straining against
his biceps, threatening to rip if he moved the wrong way. She would have loved
to be that shirt right then, wrapped around his tanned form.
Biting
her lip, she looked away. Maybe one day she would have the nerve to approach
him for a session. Flicking her tongue against the back of her teeth in
contemplation, she ran her eyes over him once more. Yeah, maybe one day. With a
smile, she passed by his side, her arm brushing over his lightly as she moved. Crossing
the threshold into the lobby, she heard the door click shut behind her.
Lifting
the ink pen up off the receptionist’s desk, she signed her name on the
register. The foyer was eloquently designed. The décor reminded her of a castle
for kings in the Mediterranean. Lush, vibrant colors were scattered strategically
throughout the opulent space. On every surface rested crystal vases with
freshly cut bouquets of flowers in every hue one could imagine. Their fragrance
always smelled heavenly. Heavy burgundy drapes covered the floor-length bay
windows, drowning out the outside world and affording privacy to those inside. It
was a private oasis.
Heading to the women’s locker room, where members normally
stored their personal belongings and often showered and changed, she sought out
her assigned space.
Moving
down the row of medium-sized metallic doors, she found her number. Syd punched in the code, swinging the small door open, and placed
her purse in the small, rectangular box provided. The room was crowded with women
prepping and cleaning up while getting ready for their nights. A few early
arrivers walked by as they finished gathering their belongings. If it wasn’t
for the long hours she put in at her job, most likely that would have been her,
retiring earlier in the night. Taking a deep breath, she closed the locker back
up and tested to make sure it was secure before pivoting on her heel to exit
the room. As she made her way down the long corridor heading toward where the
main club room and the full service bar was, one thought crossed her mind. She
was in need of a serious drink, maybe even two.
A
presentation she had been working on day and night for over three weeks was
scheduled for the next morning and she was extremely nervous. If all went well
and the board members were pleased, it would likely result in her being given
the promotion she’d been dreaming of for so long. Yeah, a few drinks to calm
her rattled nerves were needed. This place was where she felt safest. Right now,
that was comforting because if a scene didn’t come to pass and she became
intoxicated, the club employees
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