Chapter 16: Lydia

I don't see Mr. Lush Lips the next day but he escorts me to the club that night. He says a few clipped sentences and doesn't invite conversation. What a grouch. From the looks of his slightly red eyes, a sleepy grouch. I shouldn't feel sorry for the jerk but I slept like a baby and have a little room to be magnanimous. His damn ass in tight pants helps too.

We part company at the lounge inside the club. I order a strawberry daiquiri. Yep, a girlie drink but I don't care. I never get drunk when I work. Right now I just need a little kick to get Damian's sour mood out of my mind.

I work with two subs without taking pleasure for myself. They don't complain because they leave with red ass cheeks and several orgasms. Angela flits around the club and tells me she's doing great when we have a chance to chat. She needed this. There's no way I would have wanted her working for Johnny Ford. It was hard enough keeping him away from her when she paid his membership fees. She's safe here and accepted. I actually hope she stays after I leave. The environment here is perfect for her.

I don't want to like Damian's club. I need to use this time to gather ideas on how to run my own club. Before Damian, my business plan was based on what not to do. That was easy because if Johnny Ford did it one way, I planned to do the exact opposite. Club El Diablo, on the other hand, has strict guidelines. Clean bills of health for the clients and a zero tolerance policy when it comes to how subs are treated. The private rooms are monitored, and the entire time I'm in the club I feel safe. At the Mediterranean that was never the case. I worked there in constant fear of the police or that someone would come unhinged and hurt members. I shiver at a memory of an angry customer who almost strangled a sub to death. How Johnny kept the incident quiet is still beyond me. I know large amounts of money had to be involved.

I glance around and my gaze is drawn to the carousel. Damian built a sexual playground for the rich and famous. I never thought I could fit in and only forty-eight hours after arriving, I know I do. I like all the people I've met so far and must remind myself not to become attached. It's one of my many faults and I'll be reminding myself all month.

I have the next two nights off and don't work until Saturday evening. Shopping with Anna and Raul is a blast. Always take a gay man shopping is my motto. He and Anna hit it off and they make plans for her to use him in one of her scenes.

"I don't quite understand why you won't use Raul as your sub," she says when Raul takes a side trip to the men's room. We're at a small pub drinking iced tea.

"It just doesn't feel right," I try to explain. "I wasn't what he needed even though convincing him of that wasn't easy. Raul needs a steady, male Dom who turns him on and won't let him get away with his bratty crap. Watch it or he'll be topping you."

She laughs. "I have a trick or two for naughty subs."

We both laugh. "So give me the lowdown on you and Master D."

Her curiosity is obviously eating her up. "There is no lowdown," I say truthfully. "I want him, he wants me, but we're not playing. Two Doms don't make a right."

She chuckles at my play on words. "He was intense last night, almost volatile when he enacted his scene. He wants you bad and I've never seen him go after a Domme. There isn't a sub at El Diablo that doesn't want his collar." She gives me a level look before going on. "Every so often he'll contract with a sub. Those never last for more than a few months. Believe me it's not due to the subs wanting out. They fall in love with him. Hell, if I were sub material I'd fall in love with him." She shrugs. "Master D is known for losing interest quickly." She scrutinizes me slowly. "That said, he's behaving strangely. Everyone sees it and the tension between the two of you is so thick it's almost a physical presence."

I really don't want to hear any more. I'm already in deep and I need to focus on the end game-my own club. "I'm here for three and a half more weeks. I just can't picture Damian with stripes across his ass. If he wants me, that's what it'll take and we both know that won't happen."

"Oh, girlfriend, truer words have never been spoken." Thankfully she changes the subject. "What brought you into the scene?"

I take a relieved breath. I really don't want to talk about Damian. "When I was eighteen, I fell for an older man. He was a Dom and we spent a very eye-opening weekend together. I wasn't a very good sub and I learned that I wanted to be in charge." I take a sip of iced tea before continuing. "I was quite chubby back then and embarrassed about my body. I began working out, jogging, and then I ordered a bullwhip online. I disposed of most of my apartment furniture, watched videos, and practiced for hours each day. I worked as a secretary during the day but little by little I began exploring the lifestyle at night." I momentarily look away. I've left out so much-hurt and pain really go hand in hand with this story. I only shared those memories with Raul and Sam. "I'm good with a bullwhip and it was great practice for the short whip, which I now prefer."

Anna doesn't pry past what I voluntarily tell her. I ask her the same question and we finish the rest of the conversation with Raul in attendance. He's very good at turning his submissive personality on and off when needed. I know he's lonely for that special someone and has been for a long time. He and Anna will have fun and for now it will do. It's selfish but I don't want him finding that special someone here. I need him for my club. It's our dream.

All in all the shopping trip is a success. I enjoy my days off, spend time with Sam at the park, and watch television with Raul in my suite. I catch his inquisitive looks about every five minutes.

"What?" I finally demand.

"You want him."

I put my hand up. "Stop. I can live without getting what I want. Damian is not a man you can easily walk away from. Keeping this a business arrangement is in our club's best interest." Raul smirks and we go back to a really bad B movie that's so bad we laugh through most of it.

I don't see Damian at all during my time off. Saturday arrives and I'm looking forward to working with Angela. Yesterday, I gave Raul a list of what I needed for a new scene I have planned. I gave Angela instructions not to shave or wax intimately before our session.

When it's time for work, I open my door after a light knock expecting Damian. He sent Carl to do the honors of escorting me to the club via a private elevator. I refuse to ask Carl about Mr. Succulent Semen.

The smell of sex and leather instantly hits me when we enter, taking me fully into my Domme zone. My scene is set up as I requested. This is a role-play session because I want to have some fun. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Okay, remember your safe word. I won't take you further than you can go but tonight I'm pushing." I kiss her forehead and love the lovely tremble of her lips.

I point down to the carpet. "Disrobe and take your position." Angela removes her short dress, folds it, and puts it to the side. She drops to her knees with her legs slightly open and her palms facing up on her thighs.

A crowd forms around us. I get it, I'm new. I also have a reputation to uphold. When I'm ready, I place her on the St. Andrew's Cross facing me. Using an expensive shaving gel that Raul spent too much money on and a sharp razor, I shave her pussy with slow, steady strokes. I slip one hand between the wood of the cross and her ass and massage her rounded bottom. She squirms and receives a smart slap to her leg. "Steady," I tell her and smile to the side where she can't see me. Her cunt is begging for my fingers but I have no intention of giving it what it needs right away. I trail a finger between her ass cheeks and still don't touch her where she really needs it.

She groans.

"Shh, no sounds, we've only just started," I whisper.

"Ahhh, please, Mistress."

I shake my head. Angela's already become spoiled at Damian's club. "Angela, my sweet sub, your punishment will be the delay of your orgasm." I planned to give the crowd a good show and now I'll withhold her first release as part of that show.