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Hmmm. “What’s that, M?”
“That woman you were with the other night. I think her name was B? I want to find out more about her.”
Now that was a funny coincidence. Or was it?
“Will you help me?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I mean, you know me, M. I keep my privacy protected.” I gestured to my mask. “And I don’t intend to impose on anyone else’s. That’s not how I roll.”
Good save. What did she want with Saffi, anyway?
Annoyance crossed her face. She wasn’t used to being told no. But she quickly reverted back to her sweet smile. “Of course, G. I completely respect that.” She moved closer, lowering her voice even though no one was in earshot. “But I want you to know, I don’t have a good feeling about her. You do what you want, but I’m asking you to be careful.”
Thank goodness she couldn’t see the expression on my face. The woman was fucking paranoid. Or was it good instinct, honed by years of protecting the club? Saffi was a reporter, after all.
But I’m sure that had nothing to do with her attending. She was hardly Woodward and Bernstein. She wrote about Little League, for god’s sake.
“Gotcha, babe.” I clinked her glass and headed for the stairs before she killed my buzz.
I parked myself on the cushy second floor sofa where I hoped for a little time to myself, or to be approached by some horny, good-looking chick.
I was flexible.
Turned out, I didn’t have to wait long. A tall redhead wearing only stilettos, a thong, and a half mask paraded by, throwing me a little smile. She wandered to the back to another bar and assorted playrooms. Her ass jiggled just the smallest amount as she walked away, and my cock jerked to life in my trousers.
Chapter 14
Saffi
I killed some time at the bar gabbing with Nelle until it was a reasonable hour to make an appearance at Club Silk. I yawned to kick off my exit. “Gosh, I’m pooped.”
“Me, too. Let’s take off,” Nelle agreed.
We headed for the door, but before reaching it, I stopped. “You know what, Nelle? Before I hit the road I’m gonna visit the ladies’ room.” I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and she left.
In the restroom, I dug into my makeup bag and proceeded to remove my working girl face and replace it with…what? My sex club face? I carefully re-did my makeup with an eye to creating a sexy, dramatic look. The YouTube videos I’d watched on applying “evening makeup” were paying off. I didn’t look like a harlot, at least I didn’t think so, but I didn’t look like a nun, either.
I pulled a small can of hairspray out of my purse and shot it over the top of my hair. As it dried, I brushed and teased it into something I hoped was alluring. It was the best I could do.
Done primping, I headed out. The bartender did a double take at my quick makeover.
Whatever, dude.
On the drive across town to the old warehouse district, I couldn’t decide whether I was scared, nervous, or excited. Now that I’d been to the club once, I knew better what to expect, and in some ways that was more intimidating, although I couldn’t figure out why.
Regardless, I had a good feeling, despite a crappy day at work. Things could be worse. I could be heading to a baseball game for eight-year-olds. Instead, I was going to a freaking sex club. Wait until the rest of the paper found out how ballsy I was, and how well I could write a story.
That’ll show ’em.
Yeah, right. Truth was, until there was some other unlucky slob to pick up the Chinese food, I’d be stuck with doing it.
At a costume store, I’d found one of those cool Venetian half-masks some of the others at the club wore. It was painted with a crackly effect intended to make it look old and was embellished with gold swirls, crystals, and glitter. At the center top, a fleur-de-lis ornament soared several inches above my head. It was super cool. It made me feel exotic and mysterious.
I rang the bell, and just like last time was admitted by Miss M. “Why, B! Lovely to have you back. Oh, and look at your mask. So very glamorous,” she said.
“Thank you. I’m really excited about trying it out.”
I adjusted the mask until it was comfortable and I could see as well as could be expected. Clearly, I’d need to be extra careful on the stairs. And other places. I didn’t want to step on any body parts.
