Chapter 11

"Good evening, Miss J." Brandy, the greeter at Club Magique, smiled at her as she checked Jenna in.

"Evening, Brandy." Jenna accepted the locker key the woman handed her.

"Must be busy tonight. The parking lot is packed."

"Oh, yes. Didn't you get the email?"

"Email?" Jenna frowned. Had she been so preoccupied with her job and the situation with Dylan she'd missed a message from the dungeon?

"Master Lex is giving a performance tonight." She winked. "Shibari."

Jenna's body suddenly throbbed in response. Lex was a master at shibari and often taught classes in it. He was, in fact, the Dom who had helped created her addiction to the erotic form of bondage. She still remembered vividly her first session with him when he had bound her hand and foot, back arched and an intricate ladder of ties connecting her ankles and wrists. Placing one of his specially designed knots directly on her clit, he had lifted her until she was suspended by two heavy hooks in the ceiling. Each time she swayed or moved in any other way, that rope brushed her sensitive nub and raised her level of arousal.

"Do you know who his sub is tonight?" she asked, hoping she sounded casual enough.

"Oh, no, Miss J. Master Lex had not made his choice yet when the club opened. But you know that just his name alone for a demo is enough to pack this place." She studied Jenna. "Perhaps he'll ask you. The two of you are the club's favorite performers.

"Yes. Indeed. Thank you."

Long ago, Lex had talked her into doing a demo with him, promising her if she felt uncomfortable at all, he'd stop and never ask her again. To her shock, she'd not only enjoyed it, she'd fallen so deep into subspace because of it that her orgasms had been beyond belief. But she hadn't been here for months, due to the situation with Tim Bergmann. Maybe this was just what she needed to get her head and her hormones off Dylan Acosta.

She shed her coat, hanging it in a locker and leaving the key with Brandy. Then in a tiny thong and stiletto heels, she made her way to the main area of the club. Like the parking lot, the lounge was jammed. People were gathered in groups, sitting or standing, some of them with cold drinks in their hands. Magique never permitted alcohol. Frank Rodrigues, the owner, firmly believed that for D/s play all parties needed their full wits about them.

"I'm so glad you're here tonight," a familiar voice said.

She looked up, and there was the man himself, in his signature black slacks with their precise crease and his grey silk shirt with the full sleeves. Both his smile and his eyes telegraphed a welcome.

"I'm glad I'm here, too," she told him. "I had hoped to play tonight. Scratch that. I need to play tonight, but it appears everyone is here for the performance." She gestured to the large area where even now men were setting things up.

"Perhaps I can help you with that. If Lex knows you're here, he'll want to use you. That's a given."

"Oh, but I'm sure he already has someone he's promised the spot to. He never accepts a performance request unless he has." She shook her head. "I wouldn't do that to someone."

"No problem." He waggled a finger at her. "Everyone here knows that you are Master Lex's star sub. They'd much rather see the performance with you. And Lex will promise Anita something in return."

She lifted her eyebrows. "Anita is going to be his sub for this?"

"Was. The word is 'was.'"

"Was what?" A petite blonde appeared next to them. "Did I miss something?" Then she did a double take when she saw Jenna. "Miss J? Oh, wow. Frank, I'd gladly give up my place to watch Lex do the demo with her." She winked at Jenna. "You have the best orgasms."

Frank chuckled. "What did I tell you? Let me get Lex."

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Jenna asked as Frank went to find the Dom.

"You're kidding, right? We all learn something new every time the two of you perform."

"And we're happy to teach them. Right, girl?"

She turned at the sound of the familiar voice. "Good evening, Master Lex. Yes, of course."

"Excellent." Frank clapped his hands together. "Les, you'll want to supervise the setup since Miss J will be your sub, so I'll leave you to it."

"I've missed you," Master Lex told her in a low voice as he led her into the performance area. "It's been too long."

"There have been...challenges."

He cupped her chin and tilted her face so he could look hard into her eyes.

"You know if you have a real problem you can call on Frank or me at any time. Right?"

"I do. And thank you. But this is something I need to handle myself."

"Just remember, if it gets to be too much for you, there are friends to help you."

It warmed her that the people here cared so much about her as a person as well as a player. She wished now she hadn't stayed away for so long. Maybe she wouldn't be so susceptible to Dylan Acosta.

Yeah, right.

Okay. Then maybe tonight would take care of those urges. Something certainly needed to.

She stood in her usual submissive pose while Master Lex tested the hooks and the lengths of chain hanging from two of them. His ropes lay coiled on a small table, ready for his use. In a moment, Frank announced the performance would be starting momentarily, and people began moving en masse closer to the area.

Jenna closed her mind to everything, took a deep breath, and centered herself as she prepared herself for the event. She slipped off her shoes and placed them beneath the table then disposed of her tiny thong. She heard a small gasp of appreciation as the audience got their first look at her completely waxed pussy.

She knew the routine by now. Master Lex helped her up the one step to the tiny platform and chose one of the lengths of rope. Then he began.