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I tried not to be disappointed that Paula didn’t ask me to stay and hang out with her. I’d thought I’d felt something between us—some kind of an intense connection that I’d never felt before—but it must have just been me because Paula didn’t say a word as I walked away from her.
Mistress Elizabeth led me towards a room in the back. Club Surrender had a long corridor with playrooms set up on both sides. Members could reserve the rooms for sixty minutes at a time. Monitors roamed the hallway ensuring that everyone was safe as well as tracking when it was time to free up the rooms. Cleaning crews swept in between sessions to clean and sanitize. It was quite an operation, really. I’d heard all about it from Tracie.
Angela had started Club Surrender several years ago, and her top priorities had been to keep the club safe, clean, fun, and free of the toxic masculinity that was often present at other clubs. That’s why only self-identified women were allowed. Many of the members were queer, but not all of them according to Angela.
Although a fair number of people hooked up at the club, many people were just there to do a scene and release some tension or tame their anxiety, not find a love connection or even get off sexually. The club was also a popular destination for couples who wanted to play together.
I spent an hour having a cathartic but non-sexual spanking with Mistress Elizabeth, then headed home without catching sight of Paula again. It was for the best, really. Whatever weird pull I felt towards her would only be a distraction, and I hated distractions. I was working at a new job and living in a new city for the first time in my life, and distractions would just keep me from moving on.
I’d decided to put in for a transfer to Seattle when Tracie moved here, but it wasn’t just because I missed my bestie. I hadn’t told her, but right after she moved away, I had a health scare that had made me reevaluate everything in my life. I’d found a lump in my breast, and for two long weeks I’d lived with the idea that I might be seriously ill.
Fortunately, the tumor had turned out to be benign, but it had freaked me out enough to make me do some hard thinking about my life. That’s when I decided to leave the fakeness and smog of L.A. to find a quieter life in Seattle.
Now I was living in Tracie’s old apartment and doing things I hadn’t had time to do in California, like shopping at farmers’ markets and hiking and taking yoga classes. I’d even taught myself how to knit. Finding that lump had been enough to convince me that it was time to take my health seriously, and that included taking better care of myself both mentally and physically.
All in all, my life was good here. And I planned to use the hell out of my free month of membership at Club Surrender. If Paula was interested, I was sure I’d find any number of other women who’d be willing to give me the spankings that I craved.
I returned to Club Surrender a few days later, definitelynotlooking for Paula. Sure, she’d been on my mind all week, but I hadn’t thought of her at all when I’d pulled on a sexy white dress with a low-cut neckline, fitted waist, and a skirt that flared out around my shapely thighs. I hadn’t spared her a thought as I curled my hair into loose waves around my face and shoulders and carefully applied make-up. No, not at all.
Besides, whenever I started dating again, I only wanted casual anyway. I’d never really been interested in a long-term relationship, and my brush with illness had just confirmed that for me. I never wanted to put someone else through what I had gone through while waiting for that biopsy.
Shaking off my dark thoughts, I waved at Tracie’s girlfriend. As soon as she saw me, she came over, her eyes appraising me.
“Luisa, hey. You look sexy as fuck.”
Angela pulled me in for a quick hug.
“Let me know if you need help finding a partner tonight.”
She paused, looking me over again. “What am I saying? You won’t need any help looking like that. Have fun tonight and keep it safe.”
I couldn’t help but feel pleased at the compliment. Angela was a stunningly beautiful woman.
A few minutes later I was standing near the bar when I felt a tingling sensation on the back of my neck. Turning slowly, I saw Paula sitting at a high top table with another woman who I recognized as one of the other dommes here. Paula gave me a look I couldn’t decipher before glancing back towards her companion.
The other woman reached forward and touched Paula’s arm, and then I felt the most unusual thing: jealousy. I was enraged that this woman, whoever she was, was touching my Paula, which was ridiculous. I’d spent a sum total of thirty minutes with the woman, and she’d clearly not been interested in spending any more time than that with me.
Mentally shaking myself, I looked around for someone I could play with. Unfortunately, no one caught my attention the way the elusive new dominatrix did. After several minutes of the two of us pretending not to watch each other, Paula came over. I sensed her approach before she even spoke.
“Hey. Luisa.”
I turned slowly, taking in her midnight blue dress and spiky black heels. My mouth turned dry as I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. As if they sensed my perusal, her nipples pebbled against the fabric.
Clearing my throat, I lifted my gaze back upwards.
“Good evening, Mistress Paula. How’s it going?”
She seemed to tear her eyes away from her own study of my body.
“Fine. Are you, um, looking for someone to scene with?”
I cocked my head and studied her. For a domme, even a new one, she seemed a little unsure of herself. I wondered what that was about.
“Yeah, I am.”
After another long pause she asked, “Maybe we could do something together? I just checked with Angela, and she said a room is available now.”
I couldn’t say why, but the entire conversation was making me feel a little uncomfortable. It was almost like we were talking about a date instead of doing a scene, which was not the case. Or maybe I was just feeling nervous because I couldn’t read this woman very well. Or at all. It was disconcerting, because usually I could read people pretty well.
