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Author's note: This is my first submission. I have a good idea where I want this story to go. However since I've not been able to procure an editorial assistance, I thought I'd try out the first chapter to decide if I should even bother. Let me know what you think.
Xoxo -lizalicious
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I parked a short distance from the club. It wasn't an odd location for a random bar in Portland. Although the street looked like it was just a bunch of houses at night, during the day it was one of the funny little neighborhoods that are scattered between the larger more lively streets.
My heels clicked softly across the pavement and I mused about the strange path I took to this point in my life. I had moved to Portland following my long-term boyfriend. When that relationship ended dismally, I dated unsuccessfully for a couple years until late one night I wandered across a "strange" website. Really the only way to describe it is Facebook for the sexually deviant... No, enlightened... interesting?
Well whatever the case was, I spent the next few months late at night trolling the discussion boards and images people posted. Then like someone upstairs was trying to hit me over the head, the "fifty shades" series came out. While I found the series lacking something that I couldn't put my finger on, it had convinced me that I wasn't a total weirdo. I mean hell; board housewives everywhere were buying up the series and even reading them on the damn bus and streetcars. Pst we all know you're reading a kinky book in public!
Anyways, I started secretly attending munches, not actually becoming part of the group at large but sitting on the edge of their group pretending to read and drink a beer while actually listening to their conversations. I just didn't have the nerve to potentially damage my career but I was curious and it's amazing how little people pay attention to a girl with a book. I was struck by how much comradely there was and how much the members of the group tried to protect each other's identities. I remember thinking to my self that it would come in handy if I ever decided to out my self in the kink community. And so now here I was all dressed up and walking into a bdsm club.
Clutching my trench coat a little tighter, I stared across the street at the entrance. It looked so normal, so unassuming, well except for the few more boldly dressed that apparently didn't care who knew they were kinky. God I envy their freedom.
"Well feet the night's not getting any younger, lets go." I said to my self as I pulled the simple black eye mask out of a pocket and settled it on my face. I quickly crossed the street and stepped inside the club entrance.
The club entrance was softly lit, the floor was covered with what appeared to be an expensive Persian rug and there were two men in the small atrium. A tall slight built man in leather chaps and vest leered next to the coat check. It was like he was trying to see through my trench coat to what I was hiding underneath, and it unsettled me greatly. But I resisted the urge to pull the coat tighter around myself, I was here I wasn't going to back down now.
A larger man with mocha skin sat on a stool close to the curtained door. His voice was quiet but the deep tenor seemed to fill the room. "So," he smiled in a knowing way. "You know this isn't a mascaraed party? Well not exactly" he said the second part more to himself than me.
I shot him a conspiratory smile "Oh I know. Why do you think I'm wearing a mask?"
He chuckled shaking his head slightly. "You're over 21 right?"
"Awe you're sweet; no one's asked for my age in a couple years" my nerves were slowing melting away jesting with this football player of a man and I seemed to be wining him over.
"I don't suppose you'd be willing to just show me your id"
"Well that'd defeat the purpose of the mask" I give him a fake pout.
The coat check guy interrupted "You know if you keep treating her like that you're gonna have to pay her instead of the other way around" his voice was high, for a man, and he defiantly had a condescending tone. I decided immediately I didn't like him but he wasn't someone to mess with.
"All right. All right. The name's Frank. If you have questions about how the club works please come ask. But really there are 2 rules. You don't interrupt a 'demonstration' and no more than 3 drinks. Drink tickets are purchasable only on entry; that's how we enforce the latter." His chocolate eyes then slowly ran the length of my body making me stiffen slightly. He smiled then uncrossing his beefy arms motioned to me, "$50 if you keep the coat on and depending on what you're hiding under that it may be less"
Well if I was going to do this I'd better just do it, besides I was already wearing the slutty get up and it'd taken me about a month to sew it. I turned to the coat check guy untying the belt. If the coat guy hadn't whistled as I slid my trench coat down off my shoulders I doubt I would have seen his slack jawed bug eyed expression. Well, that's good... I thought to my self, resisting the urge to pull my jacket back up and run out of the room. I handed the jacket off then turned back to Frank.
Frank rubbed his bald head, shaking it slightly. Frank sighed to him self, "Girl I hop you know what you're doing." Then slightly louder, so the petit girl in a leather booster poked her head in to see what was going on. Frank turned to the girl "No fee for this one, and a two-drink max." Turning back to me he shrugged, "You'll need to keep your wits about you in that outfit."
"Thanks, I think." I responded as I passed through the curtain and paid for my tickets. I was starting to think of Frank like a big brother as I thought about the last look he gave me. I shook it off as I headed to the bar to collect my first Gin and tonic.
The club was dimly lit which I suspect was to obscure anything that was going on in one of the booths that lined the perimeter of the room. There were smaller spot lit tabletops closer to a well-lit, slightly raised, stage in the middle of the room. I could almost make out the couples and groups that surrounded the tables near the stage but nothing too distinguishing. I wove through some high top tables near the bar and decided to post up near one of the large pillars. The room was a little cooler then I thought it would be and I was becoming increasing aware of the light breeze the fluttery fabric of my short skirt was creating against my barley concealed ass as I crossed the room.
I leaned up against one of the large fillers. Although they didn't appear to support anything I decided they were sturdy enough judging by a couple I saw on the other side of the bar... The girl was pushed up against the pillar and the man was holding both her hands above her head with one of his own. His face was nestled in her hair and she was breathing heavily. I guessed that they were making out, but then again I couldn't see where his other hand was. With the realization, I could feel the muscles low in my stomach clench.
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I was sitting in the shadows of my normal booth when I spotted her. She was new and walked with a subtle grace easily avoiding disturbing the couples at the high top tables.
She was lightly leaning against one of the pillars, which I doubt she actually knew what they were used for, or she wouldn't be standing there so casually. I let my eyes trail up her figure. God the girl had legs for days. Legs that were exaggerated by the black 4" heels that had an interesting ankle strap.
