Chapter 2: A Dangerous Man

The flashing neon light of the “Fantasy Nightclub” made me feel strange, but it was the only place I needed to be at.

I've heard of this place before, though the first time I came I was curious and nervous, the result of many movies portraying a dominant and submissive relationship. There were some darker rooms that hosted some theatrical scenes for the patrons, who tipped more than well to be spanked or have a dominant drip of some hot candle wax on them.

Walking around, trying to survey the place, I stumbled upon the backstage and gasped at what I saw; a woman was giving a blowjob to a man. He leaned back against the speaker as the woman knelt on the floor. As soon as both saw me and the woman invited me to join, I shook my head and went back from where I came from.

Known to be a place for hookups and wild nights with no-string-attached, at first, for whatever reason, I couldn’t bring myself to look up from my drink, afraid of who could be looking at me. But then I replayed what Max did to me, his betrayal, so I started to look up and around, scanning my surroundings.

This was the only place I could find someone that could cheer me up and change my horrible mood. The only place that gave me the thrill I needed.

My phone buzzed, I looked at it and saw Max texting me and calling me.

*Babe, I am on my way to the restaurant. Where are you?*

*Babe! Pick up the call! It’s 20 mins late! Are you arriving?*

*Abs, what’s going on????????*

*Abi, pick up.*

*Where are you? You are not home.*

*I am serious, pick up Abigail.*

I was so angry but responding now would be of no good, so I decided it was best not to respond. I needed to think with a straighter head.

Yes, I could come up with a better excuse for not making it to the restaurant, right?

Focusing on the place I was in, I thought of how exciting it was. I was eager and curious, and now I started to think that perhaps the reason why he was never interested much in me was, because Max wasn't even interested in the basics of sex, let alone those aspects. He wanted to be dominant, a master, but… with other men.

The first time I was at “Fantasy”, the manager Carlos had approached me to introduce me to a very unique event held twice a week in the nightclub. It consisted of enacting your fantasies and fetishes for the patrons, the scenes were almost nude. It was only acting, but I could see the effect it had on those who had that kind of kink, and how powerfully releasing it was for the ones acting them out.

Carlos had also introduced me to several masters who were regulars at the club, men of different ages and builts, some taller, some shorter, some more muscular, etc. He asked me if I was interested in being trained by one of them, but I politely refused, explaining that I was not ready for that yet.

Tonight was a different story though, and I felt like I could break any boundary I had put on myself before.

My eyes roamed one more time until they landed on him. Tall, broad shoulders, intense, cold, and calculated gaze. I had seen him before, and he behaved the same every time. He sat on a table at the corner, two other patrons were surrounding him, they all seemed to admire him. Two very sensual submissives were bent over giving him some attention.

A woman was kneeling at his feet, while another one was pouring him wine, and she was completely naked, wearing a thick collar around her neck.

I felt some mix emotions within me, I was both drawn to him and afraid.

He exuded danger, and the few times we locked eyes, my heart began to beat wild. Today I couldn’t help to compare Max with him, the first one always giving an image of being a gentleman, polite and courteous, but the man across me looked dangerous, someone who screamed ‘get away from me.’

Suddenly he cupped the chin of the submissive at his feet, he stared at her and I helf my breath in anticipation of what he would do, but he just looked at her for a moment, and then let her go, standing up and taking his phone out, taking a call as he walked away.

That image was a magnet to me tonight, and as I drank a third glass of a cocktail with a name I couldn’t remember.

He was wearing a dark gray shirt and very simple yet elegant black trousers tuxedo, and by far he was the casual but elegant man in the club, he seemed both out of place and standing out in the crowd.

After finishing my glass, I heard a voice whispering right behind me, with a very dark and dangerous voice. “Are you looking to become someone’s sub?”

I felt shivers down my spine, and even though I never spoke with him, I knew it was the dangerous man who I had seen moments ago.

When I finally turned around, I felt myself almost unable to breath, having him right in front of me, no longer a stranger in the distance. “My name is Charles, what is your name, sub?”

His voice was very low and it sent shivers down my spine. He stared at me as if I was prey, making me feel like I should be running away, but at the same time, I wanted to submit to him completely.

My eyes locked on his, and I worked very hard on calming my nerves. “I am just looking, being curious, that is all. I am not interested in these things.”

His eyes never parted mine as he laughed softly, and he shook his head. “I may not know the specifics, but I know you are a submissive looking to be dominated. You are just too afraid to give the final step and get a dominant man.”

“You are wrong,” I responded too quickly, but I was not completely lying. The main reason why I was here tonight was to find a man for a one night stand, to give in to another man just like Max did, literally.

But if I were honest with myself, deep down, I had been longing to want someone to guide me sexually. Tonight I was going to open up to Max about it, but he ended up breaking my heart, and I felt like I could never open up about those thoughts.

There was a change in the music and lights, which indicated that the “Liberation” show was about to start. I took it as my cue and I rushed away from Charles, finding a spot near the front of the stage.

While we waited for the show to start, I looked down at my phone and saw more texts.

*For f*cks sake, Abigail! Where the f*ck are you?!*

Max was mad, and that made me angrier. He had no right to be mad at me.

*Abs, are you ok? Max called me and asked me where were you.*

This time it was Ella, and I rushed to text her back.

*Don’t worry Ella, all is good, I am ok, just having some alone time, I’ll text you tomorrow.*

Her reply came quickly.

*You + me + bagels and coffee. Same place as always, lunch tomorrow?*

*See you then.* I replied to her and then closed her chat, not wanting to reply to her in my over-excited mood.

The lights focused on the stage, signaling the show was about to start, and the performers were walking up to their positions getting ready.

I turned my phone off and put it back into my purse, focusing on what was about to happen on stage, and I was actually excited for it.

The couple started to dance erotically first, and the music choice helped enhance the movements they made. I watched, transfixed as the female teased the male performer, and he teased her back, exchanging erotic touches and kisses, until the man took the woman by the hair and pulled her to him.

I felt a bit uncomfortable and was about to leave, but then the woman changed the scene by taking the man by surprise, and making him kneel for her. The man struggled at first, then finally surrendered to her and kissed her feet.

I tried to imagine myself being her, the man being Max, and feeling how I could be taking some kind of psychological revenge, being on top of him, dominating the situation. But the truth was, the thrill mixed with the pain of it not being real. If I ever did that to him, it would give me no real pleasure.

Shaking my head, I looked to the side instinctively and found Charles watching the show as well, his eyes focused on the scene performed in front of us.

I felt nervous, but he was not looking at me, his eyes were focused on the show as other performers took the stage, so I focused on the next show as the music changed and the eyes centered on them.

This time, the woman was portraying a shy scene, she was timid and had her eyes wide, looking around as if being careful of everything around her, and I felt identified with her.

Enter the male performer, and he watched her with calculated eyes from a distance, then slowly came approaching her, and she hesitated between running or hiding. She did neither. She stood still and allowed him to watch her, inspect her, corner her and then, carefully, rest a hand on her chin and make her lift her gaze to look at him.

I imagined myself being that woman, and my mind replaced the male actor with Charles. My eyes locked on his, my shyness being overpowered by my curiosity and desire to be taken, to be submitted.

I started to breathe heavily, and so I looked away. When I looked to the side again, I found Charles, watching me with interest. His gaze was burning me, and I gulped nervously.

I turned my attention back to the stage, where a new couple was now performing. The woman was bound and kneeling, her eyes half-closed as the man towered over her. It was a scene of complete surrender, and yet there was a sense of power in her vulnerability. It was a strange and intoxicating mix, and I found myself drawn to it.

As I watched, I couldn't help but imagine myself in the woman's place, but with Charles as the dominant figure. I pictured his strong hands on my body, his commanding voice in my ear. A shiver ran down my spine as I imagined the feeling of surrendering to him completely, of giving up all control and trusting him implicitly.

The thought of being trained by Charles, of learning the ways of submission and exploring the depths of my own desires, suddenly didn't seem so scary. In fact, it was incredibly exciting. I pictured myself after weeks or months under his tutelage, confident and empowered in my own submission.

I imagined the look on my face mirroring the mesmerized expression of the woman on stage - a look of complete fulfillment and satisfaction.

A warmth spread through my body as I realized that this was what I wanted. This was what I needed. I took a long breath, fanning myself as I watched the show, and I was surprised to notice that my panties were soaked.