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The problem was, she stuck out like a sore thumb here at The Mile High. She looked like a spoiled little rich girl. Her obvious ‘vanilla’ status also made her vulnerable to any unscrupulous men who came into a place like this pretending to be Doms but really just looking to take advantage of submissive women. Most experienced subs could spot a sleaze-ball fake Dom a mile away, and the bouncers were trained to identify them as well. Serena, however, would still be on the lookout for anyone who intended to prey on her friend and do her harm.
“This place gives me the creeps,” Valentina whined.
“Don’t worry,” Serena said, towering over her friend. “I’ll protect you.”
On any given day, Serena was nearly six feet tall. Tonight, her black, thigh-high stiletto boots gave her an additional six inches of height. Her immaculate skin and naturally bright-red hair contrasted stunningly with the skin-tight, black-leather Cat Woman jumpsuit she wore.
Her willowy, statuesque frame made heads turn everywhere she went.
“You look great, Alexis,” Serena said. The pediatrician had donned a white leather mini-skirt along with thigh-high boots she had wrestled out of her car’s trunk.
“Thank you. I feel great.”
Serena was right at home. BDSM was her way of life, and she was pleased to share a tiny glimpse of it with her two best friends. She was a Domme and had been as long as she could remember. Even when she was young, she had been drawn to let out her dominant persona; first playing dress up as a child, then at Halloween in high school. In college, she was finally able to express her S&M self freely.
She felt like she had come out of the closet when she discovered the active and open BDSM community in Chicago. When she first started visiting clubs, she was shocked to find that there was no shortage of willing male subs. For them, having a female Domme was a way for them to cast off the responsibilities and pressures of the stress-filled work day, as so many of them were high-powered, professional men. Chicago was filled with billionaire CEOs, entrepreneurs, politicians and world-renowned surgeons and professors. Some of them were too busy to engage in vanilla sexual relationships and didn’t have time to woo and pursue a woman in traditional ways. Serena was happy to fill their need—and her own—for a week, a month, a year...even just one night.
It was a mutually satisfying relationship that had always been enjoyable to her. There were no games, no drama, no feminine wiles or false male charms. Neither party changed or got jealous during the course of the relationship because everything, even the length of the Dom/sub agreement, was negotiated ahead of time and was usually put down in writing.
“Well, let’s not just stand here in the entrance all night,” Serena recommended. “Let’s get some drinks!”
* * *
The three women strode to the bar. Serena knew that inebriation and BDSM did not mix well, so she ordered ginger ale for both of her friends and a light wine spritzer for herself. The champagne she drank that afternoon had long since worn off.
Serena sipped from her glass and handed the beverages to the other women as she warily watched two men approach Valentina. She peered at them with the eyes of a tigress protecting her cubs.
“Fancy meeting you here,” one said to Valentina. “Welcome to The Mile High.”
Valentina grunted outright.Very ladylike, Valentina,Serena thought sarcastically.
“Ethan Daniels,” she hissed. “Who’s your evil twin?”
Serena threw back her head and howled with laughter. Oh, poor baby, Val. The hottest man in Chicago wanted her. He was the most eligible bachelor in town and had even been featured on the cover of some national social magazines and tabloids. Serena remembered reading about him at the nail salon last week.
“You’re the last person I expected to see here at The Mile High,” the handsome man said to Valentina. It was immediately clear from Serena’s vantage point that he was just as smitten with her as she with him. “Meet my friend, Bastian DuPre.”
“Hello.” Valentina’s eyes darted back and forth. A hilarious grin split Alexis’s angelic face.
“That is Ethan Daniels?” Alexis whispered to Serena.
“He’s handsome as sin, and so is his friend,” the red-head replied under her breath.
“Why don’t you introduce us to your friends?” the tall man said presumptuously and turned slightly, as the other figure behind him stepped up. Arrogance and testosterone oozed from every pore, but Serena could sense his benign intentions. He was not a danger to Valentina. She wasn’t sure about his friend. Ethan was definitely a Dom—Valentina was in for a wild ride—but he was not a pretender. She hoped both guys had Val’s best in mind.
Serena and Alexis turned in unison and side-stepped away, slipping out of sight behind a mammoth man wearing a sailor suit.
“Whew. Now I understand the crush,” Alexis said once they had escaped to the far side of the club and out the back-terrace doors. The duo strode up to another bar located outside near a huge, crackling bonfire. It was September and the night air was already getting chilly in the Windy City.
“They’re Doms, that’s for certain,” Serena said. “They’ll want to claim her.”
“What do you mean claim her?” Alexis laughed. “Brand her like a steer? Tattoo her forehead?”
“Some people do brand their partners,” Serena went on. A few sweet memories of lovers past flooded her mind. “Others tattoo their mates, especially when the Dom/sub contract is a romantic relationship. Just like any other couple in love.”
Alexis listened.
“But that’s not what I meant,” she said. “A Dom will claim his sub with his eyes, with his hands, with his body language. He will thoroughly possess her in the most subtle ways.”
