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Whatever glimmer of attraction that I felt in those scenes hadn’t felt nearly as intense as the simple and impersonal over-the-clothes rope demonstration felt with Skye that night.
“Wow. Okay. Well, maybe you should try to get a scene with the rope lady and see where things go. You could see if she’s attracted to you too.”
“Most of the dommes at the club are strictly play partners, not sex partners,” I reminded her.
“Yeah well, that hasn’t stopped several of them from falling in love anyway.” She held up her hand before I could respond. “I know, I know, you’re never falling in love again. I’m just saying, Skye might be up for a little fun. Maybe she’ll break your lesbian cherry for you.”
Unsure how I felt about that, I changed the subject.
Later that same day I was working my second job as a waitress when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
“Janie? Is that you?”
I’d been daydreaming about Skye all day, so for a second, I thought I was hearing things. But sure enough, when I turned around, I saw the domme sitting at a table with another woman. For some reason, a rush of embarrassment and something that felt a lot like jealousy slammed into me.
“Oh hi.” I lifted my order pad and looked between Skye and her companion, avoiding any direct eye contact. “What can I get you?”
“Another waitress, please.”
Skye’s words were clipped. It pissed me off. Was she so repulsed by me I couldn’t even serve her a drink?
“I’m the only waitress on the floor right now, and I’m quite busy so either give me your order or quit taking up a table. Other customers are waiting to be seated.”
Skye’s eyebrows raised high on her forehead, and she almost looked impressed by my outburst.
“I’ll have a bourbon please,” she said finally. “Whatever is top shelf.”
I resisted rolling my eyes, turning to her companion to get their order as well before heading back to the bar to turn it in. When I turned around, Skye was right behind me, her face blank but her eyes intense. I caught a whiff of her citrus shampoo.
“When will you be at the club again?” she asked. “I thought we might scene together.”
For some reason, I had the impression that she was uncomfortable asking me but making herself do it anyway. I tamped down the thrill I felt at her invitation to play together.
“I won’t be there any time soon,” I said, stepping out from between her and the bar to give myself some space. My heart was racing, but I had no idea why. Did I have too much caffeine today?
“Why not?”
I stared at the floor, feeling my face heat, before I reminded myself that being poor wasn’t a character flaw. I lifted my chin and met her eyes.
“The club is very expensive. I can only afford to visit when there’s a special event or something.”
There was a pause as she digested this information.
“You will visit me at the club Saturday night,” she ordered. “I will leave you a guest pass so you can attend for no cost.”
“Excuse me, you don’t get to just order me around,” I protested, fighting my instinct to go along with her.
I wanted to see her again. I wanted to see what it was like to submit to her. But I’d already been in a relationship with someone who wanted to control me. There was no way I wanted to start taking orders from anyone again.
“I hope that I’ll see you Saturday,” she stated softly. “I’d love to do a scene with you.” She gave me another long inscrutable look before returning to her table.
I avoided her as much as possible until she and her companion finally left. When I went to clear the dishes from the table, I saw that Skye had left me a one hundred dollar bill as a tip along with a note that only said,Seven p.m. Saturday.
For some reason, it made me smile.
Skye
I was unaccountably nervous as I sat at the bar at Club Surrender, waiting to see if Janie would show up. When I saw her at the restaurant where she worked, I’d realized that I hadn’t been imagining the strong pull I felt towards her. And when our eyes met, I realized with a start that I was in love with her.
