2. A night at the club

Selene

(Two weeks later)

“How did you talk me into this.” I fidget nervously. The combination on my nerves and my excitement battling for control. We are walking into the most exclusive sex club in the city. Sarima, my dearest and wildest friend got me and Ivy entrance for the night. The theme is masks and play.  We had just gotten out of the company car from Ivy and taken a few rounds of shots to calm my nerves.

     “Sweetie, let’s be honest. Between Cordell’s ass and your boss Rowan making your life a living hell, you need this! A night where you can release all your tension and try your best to not control a situation!” Samira states through her golden venetian mask that matches her golden mini dress. She isn’t wrong. My work life is just as fucked up as my personal life. Rowan is the new acting manager as his father deals with health issues. Except I was doing the entire job at my marketing firm. I was a shoe in for the position yet nepotism wins and in swoops his whore of a son from the London office.

     “Ivy, you won’t have any problem getting action tonight. You look amazing.” She smiles striking a pose as my phone goes off. I look down to see Cordell texting me once again. Since the phone calls and flowers didn’t work. I smirk with an exhale.

     “Cordell?” Ivy asks. I nod in frustration.

     “Here, let me.” Samira takes my phone. Types a message then shuts it off.

     “Oh my god. What did you say?”

     “I told him you were about to get pounded in a sex club and not to call back. Then I shut it down. He will be having a horrible night!” Samira replies as I laugh from the image of his frustration alone. We make it to the hostess who processes us.

     “Here are your wristbands for the night. Masks must stay on at all times. All phones must be collected for privacy reasons.” The hostess tells us. We give over our phones as they are secured in lockers and we put on bracelets. We move away from the coat check and Samira takes my wrist. I feel a cool metal item on my skin.

     “What is this?” I see a silver and black bracelet locked in place with a digital light flashing. “I’m about to be sold in the sex trade am I right? I knew our friendship was too good to be true.”

     “No! Okay be open minded about this. Ivy and I agreed you needed to release some tension more than any of us. So…” Samira begins looking to Ivy.

     “We got you a Dom. You will relinquish all control which we know is so hard for you to do. He will take care of all your needs.” Ivy says and I see her bite her lip from the exposed part of her mask.

     “You two have lost your minds. Its confirmed!” I fidget to get it off.

     “Only he has the key to remove it. He has been vetted and I promise your safety.” Samira adds pulling me along into the club. I mean they know me well. They know I have always wanted to try a little of the Dom and Sub lifestyle. I just never met a man dominant enough for me.

     “Okay, I will give it a try but if I end up on Law-and-Order Special Victims Unit, I promise to haunt you both forever.” I tell them as they laugh.

     “That’s my girl!” Samira adds.

     “There are no more surprises, correct? This is it?”

     “We promise. So, let’s get some liquid courage inside us before we get something else inside us!” Samira says loudly and a few people around us turn and smile. I follow them to the bar. There are large dark couches sporadically around the club. A huge dance floor with dim lights everywhere. On the dance floor one-woman dances with a woman in front of her running her hands over her body while a man stands behind doing the same. She takes turns kissing each of them.

     “Here!” Ivy yells over the music passing me a drink. Taking a gulp looking out on the dance floor. I swear for a moment I caught a glimpse of a man in a matching mask. I wonder if he is my Dom? Following the girls I fidget with the bracelet. I wonder will he be able to handle how strong willed I am.

    I get handed a double shot since I’m now holding an empty glass. I nod in appreciation downing it quickly as a very broad guy in a silver mask walks up to Ivy and whispers in her ear.

     “We meet up right here at midnight.” Samira yells as we nod through our masks. Samira heads off with a couple in matching masks. I finish off my drink calming my nerves and decide to walk around. I enter the first dark hall and peek in the room. On the left is a woman strapped to an X as a female Dom uses a toy on her teasing her withholding orgasm. On the right side, there is a couple on a bed in the center of the room. Couples stand around watching and touching on one another. Moans escaped the woman on the bed as her partner drives roughly into her. I pass a gentleman he takes my hand. Seeing my bracelet he immediately let’s go. God. Who is this man they want to steer clear of? What have my girls gotten me into? The woman’s moans bring my focus back to the room as she is taken from both ends.

     “Does this turn you on?” A deep voice comes from behind me. I begin to turn but his hands catch my hips, stopping me from seeing him. “Don’t speak. You are not allowed to. You may nod yes or shake your head; do you understand?” The power and confidence in his voice instantly turns me on and piss me off at the same time. Still, I nod my head yes. “Good girl.” I refuse to fall for these two words. Still, I feel goosebumps cover my skin with anticipation. “Are you ready to give me control?”