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Chapter 14
BRIDGET
Past
The “fun stuff” Darren referenced is a latex rubber outfit with fishnet stockings and high-heeled shoes. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever put on outside of Halloween.
“The design is from Midori Badeaux,” he explains as I gaze at the outfit hanging on his bathroom door. “Some say she’s the next Atsuko Kudo.”
“I don’t know who that is,” I say.
“Kudo is a designer who’s done outfits for Madonna and Lady Gaga.”
Seeing the crotchless string bikini and a partial bodysuit that opens up beneath the breasts and doesn’t cover the pelvic area except along the sides where it continues to the legs, I say, “I’m not wearing that down to the club.”
“I’ll let you wear a cover over it for tonight.”
Before I don the outfit, however, Darren has me strip naked and stand in his shower, which is even nicer than the one at the resort in Phuket, with sleek, contemporary touches like recessed lighting in the ceiling, steam shower option, and a dozen acupressure jets.
“Can we take out the vibrator first?” I ask as I secure my hair atop my head with a tie.
“It’s waterproof.”
“I assumed that already.”
Rolling up his sleeves, he applies shaving cream to my public hair. “We’re going beyond a trim tonight.”
I’d already shaved the bikini area for Phuket, but that’s as much as I’ve ever done. I watch as he takes a razor and slowly glides it over my hairs. Little by little, my bush gets smaller and smaller.
“You’re shaving it all?” I ask when he rinses off the razor and attends what’s left.
When he’s done, he runs his hand over my bare mound. “Feel how smooth it is.” He takes my hand and brushes my finger against skin that’s never seen daylight before.
“Shower off and get dressed,” he tells me before exiting the bathroom.
I run my hand several more times about my pubis. It feels strange, maybe erotic.
After toweling myself dry, I proceed to pull on the bodysuit, which manages the cover my nipples and the sides of my breasts. There’s a large opening, though, from the stomach all the way to the thighs, where the fishnet stockings attach.
Darren is in the great room in his own outfit: leather pants and a leather shirt with a mesh panel down the middle so that I can see the ridges of his pecs and abdominal muscles. Unconsciously, I lick my bottom lip.
His eyes light up when I step into the room.
“You picked these shoes to torture me, didn’t you?” I ask.
He grins. “Told you I was a sadist, didn’t I?”
“So what am I wearing over this?”
He hands me a trench coat of his. I put it on and we take the stairs down to the club. The stairs drop us right into the BDSM side.
“You know that vibrating egg thing is still in me,” I remark as we head up to the room we used last time.
“I know,” Darren answers. “I’ve got the controller with me.”
As if to prove it, he turns it on. Maybe I shouldn’t have reminded him, though now that I know what to expect, I’m able to derives pleasure from it more easily. Plus, the vibrations are on low and relatively manageable.
“What are we going to do today?” I ask.
