I'm sitting all alone in my quiet office at my day job when my phone goes off signaling a new message. Scaring the shit out of me for just a moment until I let out a loud groan. I absolutely hate getting these text during the middle of the month! The messages are always the same, and that really makes it worst!
The first time I got one of them was about 4 months. It was from Vicky, my new-ish boss, asking me if I could do a 'special' meeting that night at Sinful Delight. The super exclusive sex club in New York city I worked as the newest 'GEM' at.
I'd been working at the club for almost 8 months now, and was still considering the new girl around there. Only because no one else had been hired at the club since me. Which, truth be told, was starting to get to me. Along with all the special perks that came with it.
I hide behind my office desk rereading the message over and over again. My paranoia increasing the longer I had my phone in my hand. Causing me to check all around me just to be sure no one could see me, or what was on my phone screen.
Mel Blu the paralegal and Mel Blu the 'GEM', who gave her body freely for anyone to use however they wanted while in The Glory Hole at the club, didn't exactly run in the same crowd.
Just like I said, the message was from Vicky asking me is I could come in tonight. No doubt the request came from the older gentleman that's had his eyes on me for awhile now, Master B. The man has made it a point to seek me out the last few times he's been to opening night at the club.
I mean, he's already asked for me in the middle of the month like this twice before. Each time offering me double pay, and a nice enough tip to drastically help decrease the amount of my student loans.
I sent Vicky a message telling her I'll be there, and she immediately sends the word 'Great' back to me. Followed just as quickly by another one asking me to stop by her office at the club once in done. I tell her sure before pretending to work at my desk for the next hour.
As soon as the clock hit 5pm I'm already racing out of my office to the front doors of the building. Making it to my apartment, that's only a few blocks away, in a matter of minutes. I drop my bag by the door, and let my clothes fall haphazardly to the floor as I make my way into my bedroom.
I come to a stop in the middle of my walk-in closet. Smiling like a certifiable loon while wearing absolutely nothing but my heels. A moment later I move to the back corner of the room. Looking through all of my club clothes hanging there until I finally choose the perfect outfit.
Holding up a halter dress covered in rhinestones in front of me. My favorite thing about the dress is the skirt comes down to a point about my mid-thigh. There are matching slits along the sides. Going to the top of my hip bone, and held together by a string of stones. The back part of the dress begins at my ass, and ends at the back of my knees in another point.
I change my sensible work shoes to a silver pair of knee-high stiletto boots. Next I fluff out my curls from this morning, and add a touch more dark eye shadow to my eyes. Before walking back to the living room, and sliding my black knee-length coat on. Then gather my things into a small clutch bag that matches my dress, and stuffing it full. Leaving the apartment seconds later making sure to lock the door as I go.
I have a slight bounce in my step as I make my way down the front steps, onto the sidewalk, and hailing a taxi. It takes us 45 minutes to make the trip across town to the unassuming warehouse down by the pier. The cabbie even asked me several times if this was the right place I needed to go. I just laughed, and gave him plenty of money to cover the fare plus tip once the ride was over before getting out.
My earlier irritation from being summoned instantly vanishes once I step through the doors of the club and spot the man of my dreams. The first time I laid eyes on Duke I knew he would be mine. The 6ft 5 ripped, blond, god of a man just did eve-ry-thang for me!
It didn't matter if mister strong and silent hadn't spoke to me yet. I just knew one day it would happen. And, if he played his cards right maybe a hell of a lot more!
I strutted my way across the lobby of the club, and up to his desk. Coming to a stop a foot in front of him. Unbuttoning my jacket rather slowly, and let the sleeves glide down my naked flesh. Laying it across the surface of his desk. As well as my upper body behind it. Pushing my cleavage together, and a wiggle just for him. Causing his adams apple to bob up and down. That small move the only indication he even noticed me.
"Hello Duke." I purr before running my fingers along his muscular arm that's resting on top of his desk in front of me. Duke didn't speak, or even watch what I was doing, but he didn't move away either.
"Are you my 'special request' for the night, Hottie? I would LOVE to show you a few things! You wouldn't even have to ask!" I say licking my lips in hunger, and gaze into his eyes.
Neither of us speak for several minutes. Only breaking our gaze at the sound of the front door closing and footsteps behind me. I move my hand away from his arm straightening my body back to it's fully 5ft 7in height, and plastering a smile on my face as I look at the person behind me.
It would appear I was right earlier. Master B is dressed in an expensive suit, but without the tie Master B. His salt and pepper hair is slicked back, and the dark stubble covering the lower half of his face is a new addition. For the man to be pushing sixty you couldn't tell it!
"My dear Blu, you look stunning as always. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." Master B says placing a kiss on my forehead, and giving me a side hug.
"Not at all Sir. I just got here myself." I say giving the older man my best smile.
"Perfect. Why don't you go on up to 'The Stable Room' and wait for me. I need to get my bag then I'll be right up. Why don't you go ahead, and get ready for me." Master B says with a wink before releasing me.
"As you wish, Master." I purr looking straight at Duke as I say the words. Then head through the doors of the main room to the club, and up the stairs to the special rooms on the 3rd floor. Then down the middle hallway to the door marked 'Stables'.
This must be one of Master B's favorite rooms since he's asked me to join him here a few times before. Trying out almost all the modified sawhorses inside except one or two.
Since I'd been in this room so much I knew exactly how Master B wanted me when he walked in. Kneeling in the middle of the room, facing away from the door. With my knees spread shoulder width apart, and my palms flat against thighs. Finally, shoulders back so it pushed my chest forward and out.
Once I'm in position I let my mind travel back over the times Master B's brought me here before. Master B is more into head games until he switched toward the sensual stuff. Not the right type of Master to peak my submission completely. A fact Master B didn't notice, but annoyed me to no end.
It's sad to say, but I've even caught myself topping from the bottom a few times while we were in a scene. Thankfully Master B was oblivious to that as well. Usually when I catch myself doing that I just close my eyes and imagining Duke is Master B instead.
Would Duke let me get away with topping from the bottom? Absolutely NOT!
I let my fantasies play out inside my head. My nipples hardening into solid points, and my core released its first round of cream between my legs. I keep my body locked in place to stop myself from moving as I desperately try to suck in more air. Then door to the room opens and Master B steps in, but I don't notice. I'm to lost in my dream to fucking care.
I hold my breath and keep my eyes closed imagining only it really was Duke who just came in instead of Master B. B places his lips to the shell of my ear, and starts speaking to me in a low voice. My fantasies changing the sound until all I hear is Dukes voice.
"You follow orders beautifully, Blu. I'm going to add a blindfold to your eyes. Then we will begin. Ready, My Girl?" He asked gliding his fingers down the outside of my arms.
A shiver runs down my spine at the touch. "As you wish, Master."
Imaginary Duke places the silk cloth around my eyes, and ties it tightly behind my head. He comes around to my front, grabbing my hands off my thighs, and holds them together in a praying position before tying them together.
After checking the knots are tight enough, and I can't possibly get free. Master B helps me stand up on my feet. Removing my dress letting it slide down my body to the floor. Leaving me completely bare except for my heels.
Master B runs his hands along every inch of my flesh. The feel of his hands are very smooth against my heated skin. Making it seem like he's barely touching me. Not at all the same as the assertive, take all Master, my imagination is trying to play as reality. Changing his actions to a punishing touch, instead of the sweet caress he was giving me.
Once he finishes touching every inch of my exposed skin. Master B grabs my bound hands hooking them over his neck. Then picking me up and carrying me to one of the sawhorses across the room. Once he sets me on my feet I can't even take a single step. Before being spun around backwards facing him.
