Holding her gaze, I firmly say, “I’m ready, Kendra. I need this more than I thought possible, and I don’t think I can go another day, pushing down who I’m meant to be.”
“Alright. When do you want to start?”
“Now?”
Kendra laughs loudly, and then says, “I like your spunk, but right now, might not be the best option.” Letting out a chuckle, I get her point. We’re in a public place, so some privacy would be best. “How about you come over to my place, and we’ll go from there.”
We stand to leave, and I make sure to leave behind a tip. Pushing my chair under the table, I walk over to Kendra. “Before I forget, how do you become a member at Sensuality?”
I tried to find out the requirements with my Google search last night, but I couldn’t find anything about it. I’m assuming it’s like an invite only club, sort of like The Gentlemen’s Club. Only select men are officially accepted for membership, and not anyone can just join.
“Oh, that,” Kendra starts, as we walk towards our parked cars. “That may be a bit more complicated.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll have to talk to Sebastian.” My eyes widen, but I’m not sure why I’m surprised. I should’ve known he owned that club by the way he acted last night. Before I can say anything more, Kendra says, “I don’t think it’ll be complicated because he’s our boss.” I stand still, waiting for her to finish. After she pushes out another breath, she asks, “You don’t see it do you?”
“Kendra, I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Hmm, that’s what I thought. Okay, I’ll be completely honest with you. It’ll be complicated because Sebastian is a Dom. He’s a Dom, you’re a newbie sub, and I’m pretty sure he wants you to be his sub.”
I keep silent, as my heart begins to race. My stomach dips, as it clenches at the same time. “I don’t think it’s a bad idea to be in a Dom/sub relationship with him. I just think it’ll make things … weird at the club. You understand what I mean?”
“Yeah, I think so.” She has a point. Dom’s are known for being very possessive. Most like control with everything, as if they’re Dom’s all day long. At least, that’s what a few articles told me. “How does it work with you and Weston?”
“That’s a hard limit for us. I dance, because I enjoy it, so he doesn’t ask, and I don’t share anything about the club. He hates it, but at the end of the day, he’s not the kind of Dom I need to control my entire life. He understands that, so it works for us.”
Nodding, I guess everyone has their own ways of dealing with things. Pulling out my keys, I start to turn to open the car door, before I stop. “Hey, what did you mean Sebastian wants me to be his sub?”
Kendra shakes her head, as she asks, “You really are clueless, aren’t you?” When I don’t respond, she says, “He watches you all the time. When you dance, he’s at the bar watching. When you’re walking around the club, he’s nearby, eyes on you and only you. Have you really never noticed?”
“I … I … no. I guess not. I always thought he was avoiding me.”
It’s hard for me to wrap my mind around what she’s telling me. I’ve gone for years thinking he didn’t want anything to do with me, and I told myself to give him space. Surely, Kendra is mistaken. “There’s no way he watches me that much.” She’s just reading into it too much.
“Hate to break it to you, but that man has it bad for you.” Frowning, I try to believe her, and I really do try to take her word for it. However, when you’ve wanted someone so much, yet knowing how it’s never worked out, it’s hard to think differently. “Next time we’re at the club, just watch him, Trix. Trust me, you’ll see it for yourself then.”
I agree, even though I think she’s full of shit.
Dancing with the beat of “Acquainted” by The Weeknd, I let the music flow through me, even if I don’t feel the rush anymore. The words still have meaning. The beat still makes me want to move to it, and I still enjoy hearing the men, calling my name. Even if dancing doesn’t give me the high I need anymore, I still give it my all, when I’m dancing.
Using the pole, I know exactly what to do to get all the high-class men to holler even louder. They toss money on the stage, as I swing around the pole, while lifting my legs. After a few moments of going around the pole, I grip a hold of it, using my legs. With my right leg holding onto the pole tightly, I straighten out my left leg and lean back at the same time. My hands are out stretched, and I use my fingers to run up and down my body.
All I hear is the men yelling at me, and then they toss their hard earned money onto the stage.
That’s when I see him. A single hundred-dollar bill slowly flies around in the air, and if it hadn’t, I probably would’ve missed him sitting at the far end of the bar. He sits away from everyone else, drinking alone it seems. I stare so long at him, that I almost lose my balance on the pole, as I unlock my leg.
I recover from it quickly, but my gaze finds him the second I get another chance. I don’t know if he notices I see him or not. He hasn’t moved from that spot. Moving closer to the front of the stage, I shake
