“I’m sorry?”
She scoffs, “You haven’t been answering my calls.”
“Yes, Cathe
rine, that’s because I have a job and I don’t have time to answer a call every hour from you.”
“Whatever. You’re probably just saying that to make me think you were busy. I’m calling to find out where you were last night?”
I frown. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking about dinner,” she practically shrieks, “With Keith. Mom and I set it up, we left you at least five messages. You could have had the decency to show up.” Her words are seething with rage, and now I am too.
“I told you I had no interest in going out with him, Catherine. What the hell were you thinking setting me up on a date like that?”
She sighs, a sound of long-suffering I’ve heard way too many times over the years. “Mom and I set it up because it’s embarrassing. Everyone your age is settled down now, and instead of putting down roots and making a family, you’re off gallivanting in the city. Do you want to be an old maid?”
Every time I think that Catherine can’t shock me, she does, and I wish her words didn’t hurt, but tears still prick at the back of my eyes. “Well, I’m very sorry that I’m an embarrassment to you, but I’m still not going out with Keith. End of story.”
“Fine,” she sneers. “Don’t come crawling to me when you’re forty and single and unhappy. You’re not special, Christine. Stop acting like it.”
The line clicks dead, and for a few minutes, all I can do is stand there. I hate how much her words resonate. I do fear that I’ll be alone, that no one will like me. But at the very least I know that Keith isn’t the answer. Deep in my chest a dull pain throbs, and I push it aside. At least for the night, I can be someone amazing and sexy.
Which is why, only two days into my week, dressed in a skimpy outfit, I get in my car and drive to the club. The whole way I tell myself to turn around, but I know that I’ve already made my decision. My body sings with anticipation as I pull into the parking lot. I can’t really believe that I’m doing this. Not that I’m doing it, but that I’m doing it. Me, Christine, the boring girl.
Tonight’s outfit isn’t quite as daring as the party, but then again, that was a special occasion. I had some strappy red lingerie from an old relationship, and I paired it with a pair of pants I own that are so tight that they’re practically painted on. I take a second to paint on a lipstick that matches the lingerie top, and take a breath. Don’t turn back. You’re not you. You’re ‘club Christine.’ Brazen, confident, and unashamed.
I push out of the car on that thought and head toward the door. It’s the same bouncer. I smile at him as I hand him my ID. “I’m here for Hudson Carlisle.”
“I remember you from the other night. I’m John.” He holds out a hand.
I shake it. “Christine.”
“I’m guessing he told you to tell me that you’re here for him.”
“Yeah, he did,” I say. “Sorry.”
He shakes his head. “Not a problem at all. It’s just good to know so I can make a note. I don’t have to check your ID every time if I know you and know you’re going to be here for Mr. Carlisle.” Turning his head away, he mutters into his headset. Then, “Mr. Carlisle will meet you on the second floor balcony.”
“Thank you, John.”
I check my coat and purse and head downstairs to go back up. I don’t think there’s a way to get to the second floor directly from the entrance, which I guess makes sense. You don’t want people popping into the themed rooms directly from outside. Hudson didn’t say where on the balcony to wait for him, so I pick a spot at random, in front of a room that’s made up like a desert with a tent of many silks and the scent of incense pouring out the door.
I lean against the railing, taking in everything that’s happening. There’s a good view of the club from up here, and I like watching the dancers in the cages and the dancers on the floor. There’s a good interaction between the dancers and the rest of the club. They feed off each other’s energy. I glance toward the stage that captivated me the first time I came here, but it’s empty. I remember what was happening and that raw desire and arousal floods my system. It seems I stumbled on a fantasy. Even though that seems like a lot for me. I liked it when I knew people were watching through the curtain last time, but that was through a curtain and not in front of the whole club. With the club’s owner, no less.
Arms snake around my waist, and I feel the familiar dance of Hudson’s fingers on the skin of my stomach. “It’s good to see you,” he says.
“I told myself that I wasn’t going to come,” I say. “I said that I was going to wait at least a week so I could sort out all of this in my head.”
His lips are against my ear and I feel his smile. “Then why are you here?”
I turn to face him, letting him pin me against the railing. He’s already hard, and that doesn’t do anything to cool me down. I laugh. “I see you kept your promise to stay hard.”
“I was. Almost the whole time. I couldn’t get you out of my head.”
“And I couldn’t stay away.”
“I can’t say I mind that,” he says, leaning down to kiss me.
Another thing I told myself was that it wasn’t as good as I thought. I was high on adrenaline and the thrill of going to a party like that one.
Yeah, no. It’s just as good as I thought. Maybe better.
Hudson pulls back and looks at me with a smile. “Do you want a drink?”
“No,” I say. “Not really.”
His eyes darken, and my stomach drops like I’m on a rollercoaster. I like that look—lust and anticipation. “What do you want?”
I clear my throat, my mind filling with that image of that woman on the X. “I found a fantasy.”
“Oh really.” He raises an eyebrow. “I’m dying to hear what it is.”
“When I came into the club the other night, there was a couple there.” I point to the empty stage.
He nods. “The St. Andrew’s cross.”
“I didn’t know that’s what it was called. She was tied to it. Facing it. Being fucked, and she looked so…” I can’t finish the sentence. Not because I don’t know the answer, but because every word I think of to describe the way that woman looked feels inadequate. “Maybe it’s because it was one of the first things I saw, but I don’t remember something turning me on like that just by looking.”
A slow smirk plays across his lips. “I think that can be arranged.”
He takes a step away and pull him back. “But I don’t want that yet. I don’t want that in front of the entire club. So I want something like that. I want you to show me how that might feel.”
“Then I’m glad that I had us meet up here.”
Taking my hand, he pulls me around the balcony. We pass room after room, and I don’t know their order, so I don’t know where we’re going until he stops in front of a room that looks like it’s carved from rock. There are chains and wooden tables and a chandelier with what looks like real candles. This is a dungeon.
A thrill goes through me, and I’m wet. My body definitely wants this. The room is empty, and Hudson leads me inside to a little side room where there are cubbies and water bottles and…accessories. Toys that look like they have varying degrees of danger are hung along the walls in glass cases, everything from whips to paddles and other things that I don’t have names for. He follows my gaze and squeezes my hand. “Those aren’t what we’re here for,” he says. “You need special permission to use them, and I don’t have the key. Anyway, I don’t think that’s what you’re looking for.”
“No.” I would try it once, but I can tell from the shiver that goes down my spine that I’m not the kind of person who wants that. Nothing wrong with it. Just not for me.
“Leave your clothes here,” Hudson says.
I turn around to find him already naked, putting the last of his clothing on a shelf. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, and I remember another one of my fantasies about him and my mouth. Maybe I can fulfill that one too. He goes out into the room, and I strip, placi
ng my clothes next to his. The room is cold, and it might be my imagination, but I think I feel the tiniest bit of a draft. Just like a real dungeon might have. Club Deep gets points for authenticity. I can’t hear the club music in here with the door closed. It’s almost too quiet, just the sound of both our breathing.
Hudson is standing by a table. Or what looks like a table. It has many many straps and what looks like adjustable arms. This is the first time that I’ve gotten to see him naked from a distance, and I like what I see. Every part of him is long and lean and tan, and from experience I know that he’s just as firm as he looks. He turns his back to me, tugging on a strap, and I get look at his ass. I’ve never been an ass girl, but he might just convert me.
I approach, drawing my hand down his back. He doesn’t startle, just turns around. I try to mimic that sexy smirk that he gave me just a few minutes ago. “There’s one more thing that I wanted to do,” I say softly.
“I’m listening.”
“I’d rather show you than tell you,” I say. He smiles, recognizing his words coming from my mouth. That smile transforms into shock as I sink to my knees.
I grab his cock, and he grabs my wrist, “Christine, you don’t have to do that. That’s not what tonight’s about.”
Raising an eyebrow, I stroke along his skin. “I wasn’t asking permission. And isn’t tonight about what I want?”
He releases my wrist, and I see him swallow. I don’t waste any time putting my mouth on him.
“Fuck,” he groans. A long, drawn out syllable. If my mouth wasn’t completely full of him, it might make me laugh. His cock is thick and fills up my mouth as I press down deeper onto him, but he feels just like I imagined he would. I look up and find him watching me, eyes filled with lust. I pull back, swirling my tongue around him, and love the sharp intake of breath I hear. I like the way the muscles in his stomach jump as he holds himself absolutely still. Down again, and back. Sucking down, dragging my lips back.
I take as much of him as I can and wrap my hands around the rest, setting up a steady rhythm. His hands fall into my hair, fingers digging in just a little harder when I do something that feels good. He likes it when I use my tongue. I release him, starting at the base and licking him all the way to the tip like a lollipop. I do it again, and again, repeating until every inch of his cock has been touched by my tongue. And then I take him deep again and he groans. His hips thrust forward, I suck him harder.