Notes from the author:
I don't know why I was surprised by the negative response to last chapter. I personally don't care for "other woman" chapters, but I thought I was one of the fewer clingy emotional women out there. How silly of me. Part of Tina's integration into this story was to add depth, and an element of conflict/discomfort, to add to the realism. Tina has certain needs that Curt helps to fulfill, but she is a woman in a group of women I have trouble understanding: women that can share. She has an emotional bond with Curt because of their history and friendship, but she is not the one-man woman sort. Yet. If I get enough requests, I might do another spin off for Tina, and her Happy Ever After. If you have read my first series, you know that despite the pain and harshness that comes with my Doms, I am a sucker for happy endings. Group sex is not the category, nor will it ever be the category I write in. Just try to be patient, and "ride the wave".
Peace Darlings. XOXO
--J
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Chapter 6
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In a half a mile, turn right.
Oh geez, what the heck had I gotten myself into? Every nightclub I'd driven by had a line that seemed to wrap around the block. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I was supposed to park, walk in, have a few drinks, get picked up, and then get it done. If I couldn't even manage to get
inside
a club, how the heck was I going to get picked up?
There had to be a regular bar around here. Simple, basic. No dancing, just drinks. And men. It seemed like it should be easy enough to find, especially in the city. But I'd been driving for easily an hour and a half since I'd left home, and I was no closer to losing my virginity.
I was getting discouraged. And scared.
In a quarter mile, your destination is on the left. Destination.
Well, I had reached my fifth "destination" and it was surrounded by rough looking characters. No way in heck was I getting out of my car in this neighborhood.
After brief eye contact with a couple of the guys standing outside the bar smoking, I hit the gas. Turn right, turn left, it didn't matter anymore. I just had to get out of here.
I give up. I'm going home. I'll give it another shot with Jenny next weekend or something. Hating myself for chickening out, I pressed "Home" on my GPS screen.
Thank God I had filled up my tank this afternoon, because I definitely didn't need to run out of gas here. I didn't even know where "here" was, but it was bad.
In one mile, turn right.
Wow, I must have been driving a while.
I felt sad, relieved, and disgusted with myself all at the same time. I was such a freaking innocent, it made me sick. I couldn't even go to a bar correctly.
In a half a mile, turn left.
I was about to do just that when I spotted what looked like a nightclub on my right. It was a small place, but it had the sort of dim exotic lighting that seemed characteristic of a nightclub. And there was no line to get in.
I pulled up and paused, looking for a sign that showed the name of the establishment, but I saw none.
I was startled when I saw a man crossing in front of my car, until I realized he was the valet. Letting out a deep breath, I shifted into park.
The man opened my door, and offered me his hand.
I was still puzzled as to where I was, or what I should do, but it seemed like this was almost God's doing—my getting lost until I happened across a mysterious nightclub with a mysterious valet. Perhaps there was a mysterious man inside, waiting to offer me a night of insurmountable carnal pleasures.
Sensing that this was my last chance, I threw caution to the wind and grabbed my purse before allowing the man to help me out. He handed me a ticket and directed me to the sidewalk before driving off to what I presumed was a private garage. I hoped. My luck I'd never see my car again.
I took in the solitarily lit establishment. It was beautiful, and enticing. The steps to the front doors were lit in blue. I could hear soft music coming from inside. But the inside I couldn't see. Not clearly anyway. The double doors were glass, but it was that wavy rain glass. I saw colorful flickering lights and dark wavy shadows through the glass, but nothing more.
Realizing I was still standing on the sidewalk like a dope, I finally ascended the steps. Perhaps the up-lights on each step were not simply for ambiance, because the rest of the block was pitch black. I could easily have killed myself in these slutty four-inch heels, were it not for the lighting.
As I carefully approached the landing, I felt like Cinderella. A very naughty Cinderella. Risqué was a polite description for my ensemble, a far cry from Cinderella's gown.
When I reached the top, I was surprised by a man dressed in black. He looked like security. I froze.
"Good evening miss, may I have your name please?" the man greeted.
His outer appearance was intimidating, but his voice and eyes were warm.
"I'm Bethany, Bethany Jenkins," I stuttered.
The man pulled out his tablet, and scrolled.
Frowning, the man said, "I'm sorry miss, I don't see you on the list. This club is for members only, or by private invitation. Were you invited by one of our members? I can check with the manager to see if there was a mistake."
"Oh! No, I'm sorry. I'm not a member, and I wasn't invited. I...I didn't realize this was a private club. I was just..."
"That's quite alright miss, if you'll just wait a moment, I will have your car brought back. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience."
"No it's my fault, but thank you for being so nice about it," I muttered sheepishly.
"Not at all, Miss Bethany. It's a shame you're not a member. We'd be lucky to have you," he winked. "I'm Edward by the way, should we ever cross paths again."
I blushed, and was debating how to respond to his flattery when I noticed a dark shadow in the shape of a man behind the glass doors. It reminded me of the phantom from my dream.
The door opened, and I damn near swallowed my tongue.
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"Well goodnight Edward. I'll..."
I did a double take. The girl standing with Edward was not just any girl.
Good God.
"Bethany??" I gushed.
It was her. It was definitely her. But she looked...different. And terrified.
"Mr. Donovan, hi," she practically whispered.
I shook my head in shock. Bethany was definitely not a member here, and I couldn't fathom how she would come by an invitation. So why the hell was she here? And what the hell was she doing dressed so...provocatively?
"What are you doing here?" was my unfiltered response.
"I...umm," Bethany stammered.
Realizing I probably wasn't going to get a straight answer out of her, I turned to Edward.
"Have her car ready in an hour."
"Yes sir," Edward replied. Touching his earpiece, he paged Juan, "Please bring Mr. Donovan's car."
Turning back to Bethany, I took a moment to observe her...outfit. Jesus.
Her skirt was brazenly short, and her heels were way too high for such tiny feet. And her top was so low cut I was surprised Edward had not just fucking let her in. No man would have blamed him. And no man inside could have resisted her. The question was, could
