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1 Acceptance
The dim lighting of the club hides the grime and filth on the floors and in the corners. How is this an acceptable place for the BDSM scene? Having seen enough, I head toward the entrance to the main room and grab my coat from a hook on the wall.
A light hand stops me from putting my jacket on.
A lovely melodious voice filters to me over the muted beats of the background music that isn’t so much background as it is drowning out any possible conversation.
“I couldn’t help but watch you out there. Care to stick around and see if we could be a good fit for each other?”
Taking a deep breath because I don’t want to take out my frustration on this unsuspecting person, I turn and face one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. If I were to ever bat for the other team or get curious, she would be the dream partner to explore things with based on her appearance alone.
Her crystal blue eyes are sharp and hold intriguing intelligence. With her deep red pants suit, minus the shirt, the vest covers her ample bosom, holding her in and testing the limits of the fabric and buttons.
“Thank you, but no. I was just heading out.” My voice pitches oddly due to me raising it to be heard over the music.
“Care if I join you? No lady should have to walk home alone.” This blonde siren with her hair perfectly straight and bangs that accentuate her eyes rather than hiding them looks at me from under her thick lashes as a coy smile dons her plump, apple-red lips. She pulls the look off with more than an air of authority.
A feeling of unease settles in at the base of my spine. I shake my head, “No, I’ve already got a ride waiting for me. Maybe another time?”
“Sure.” The woman’s face falls and a coldness overtakes her features, making me understand why she’s a Dominatrix. She finally releases me and I take a step back, slipping my coat on. With a tight smile at her, I head out of the stifling and shoddy atmosphere onto the street.
Taking in a few deep breaths, I walk down to the corner and cross the street to a running car waiting at the curb.
I verify it’s my waiting ride service and get in, letting out a breath and with it all the tension in my body while I was in that club. Thankfully the driver doesn’t try to strike up a conversation. I don’t have it in me to do any small talk right now.
I let my head fall back against the headrest and close my eyes, taking this moment to gather myself. “Well, that was a bust,” I say softly enough that I don’t attract the driver’s attention.
It’s not long before the car comes to a stop just down the street from my apartment building. I pay using the services app, leaving a sizable tip, and hop out. The car pulls away without waiting, and the cold night air has me pulling my jacket around me more to ward off the chill.
Thankfully I wore flats tonight so my feet aren’t killing me as I walk to my apartment building and enter my code to get into the building. Not wanting to deal with the stairs, I opt for the elevator. It’s empty at this time of night, and I push the button for my floor.
Closing my eyes, I feel a headache coming on. The ding of the elevator can’t come quickly enough and when it does, I get off and hurry to my door, keys in hand and ready to unlock it.
I go in and click all the locks into place, tossing my keys and small clutch purse on the counter. Stripping off my jacket, I round the small island and grab water from my fridge and medicine from the cabinet to try and get ahead of the already mounting pain. If this turns out to be a migraine, my weekend is going to be spent in the dark and silent confines of my apartment, not at the state park hiking with friends as I planned.
Chugging the water in big gulps, the pills slide down without any trouble and I make my way to my bedroom and strip from my modest outfit of a simple black V-neck shirt and fawn pencil skirt. Underneath my lacy black undergarments come off and I crawl under the duvet and sheets on my bed and try to relax my body. Tensing up is a sure-fire way of making this headache turn into a migraine.
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My headache turns into a migraine just like I feared it would. I end up canceling my plans and do a pretty good impression of a recluse in the dark cold confines of my apartment, alone in my bed.
Come Monday morning I feel so much better and I get ready for work at the tech company I work for. After showering, I feel more like myself and less like the mess I was this weekend. I blow-dry and straighten my dark brunette hair cut into a long bob, parting it just off-center as usual. Light makeup to help conceal the dark circles under my eyes from my exciting weekend and to brighten things up a bit goes on quickly. The low voices on the TV grab my attention and I make a note to wear my trench coat for the colder weather.
Being the secretary to a lower level on the management team, I don’t need to have perfect makeup. Which I’m a fan of since it’s not my thing. I get dressed in a tweed skirt that is a bit flared and a black blouse I tuck in at the waist. Nude pumps complete my outfit. I change what I need over from the clutch I used on Friday night to my black purse with the gold studded accents on each end, giving it an edgy vibe. I put together a light lunch consisting of a salad, string cheese, and some grapes.
I always try to eat healthily but I don’t deprive myself if I want a cupcake, damn it. Regular exercise allows me those little treats while still being able to maintain a healthy weight for my average height of five feet five inches. Grabbing my mid-length trench coat from the closet by my front door, I shrug it on and fasten the belt.
Breezing out my front door and locking up, I head down and out of the apartment building via the elevator—I’m not trying to navigate stairs in these heels—to my favorite coffee shop and get my usual black coffee, one creamer. I let the cup keep my hands warm as I walk the short way to the office.
Working for a tech company, you’d think I was apt at all things dealing with technology. It’s the exact opposite. I am constantly using the search engine on my work computer or watching tutorials on my phone to learn how to do things my boss wants.
Entering the building, I take the elevator up to my floor and get off with a few other people I’ve never met and go to my desk, starting up my computer while I sip my coffee and tuck my purse into the bottom drawer of my desk, being sure to lock it and pocket the key in my bra.
When my computer is ready, I open the calendar for my boss and go over his schedule for the week briefly then today’s more in-depth so that I can make sure I have everything ready when he needs it. I note he has a meeting in thirty minutes so I print out any papers he might need for it and head to the community printer to pick them up, taking my phone with me in case there’s a line already.
No one seems to have printed anything yet so I have to wait for it to boot up. While I do, I unlock my phone and peruse my social media accounts to see what I missed while I was tucked away in darkness this weekend.
A bunch of my friends went to the park Saturday and had a picnic. Sunday, a different set of friends went out to have brunch and then went to a yoga class later in the day. I make sure to like or comment on them so they don’t think I’m snubbing them. Done with that, I go to my current obsession and see that he went out on his boat this weekend with his girlfriend. The printer whirs and starts printing out my papers.
