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He harrumphs. “Well, I think you should go.”
“And do what?” I inquire.
“Show her that you’re interested. Let her see your curiosity, and maybe she’ll take pity on you.”
“Great, just what I want, pity.”
He sighs. “You know what I mean. What does it hurt to try? The worst that can happen is she’ll ignore you like she does here.”
I laugh because it’s that or cry. “And what’s the best that can happen?”
“If I have to tell you that, you definitely need to go because you’re way too sheltered.”
I’d deny it, but he has a point, so I don’t say anything.
Giving up, he gets to his feet, “I guess I can’t talk you into it, but I hope you go.”
He walks away leaving me with impossible ideas.
???
That evening I sit in my old beater and consider my options long enough that my ass falls asleep. I list every pro and con until the angel on my shoulder, who closely resembles my mother, argues incessantly with the devil, who aptly resembles Estrella.
That in and of itself should be answer enough, and in the end, I convince myself to go. But driving to the bar, sitting in the surprisingly packed parking lot, and actually going inside is a bird of a different feather.
“Just go in, you’ve already come this far!”
“Atta girl!” someone shouts, and I cave in on myself thinking they’re talking to me until I realize it’s two girls stumbling from the bar, their arms all over each other.
For a cold, hard second, I’m sure it’s Estrella.
The relief when I see it isn’t is ridiculous.
“She’s not yours, moron.”
Fuck!
Stop talking to yourself and get your ass in gear and go in already.
With a burst of confidence, I jump from my truck and march to the door, but as soon as I step foot in the door, I freeze. I mean I had a pretty good idea how busy the place would be, considering the parking lot, but I’m not sure anything could’ve prepared me for this.
There’s barely standing room, it's so full. Who knew the town of Piper Falls would be so into kink? But then I realize no one is dressed similarly to the videos that have become my new obsession. The star is always a curvy woman with dark hair, and the sub is always a girl, even better if she’s Asian.
Ya know, to complete my fantasies.
But no. It looks like a crowd in any other bar in the heart of Texas. A ton of cowboy hats and boots, and a rainbow of summer dresses, even though it’s only February.
Unlike a regular bar, they’re not talking sports or simply shooting the shit, not that I have much experience. No, they’re discussing toys, the BDSM variety of floggers, handcuffs, butt plugs… you catch my drift.
The typical flirting and come-on lines have been replaced with talks of safe words and scene ideas that make me blush ten shades of red.
“First time?” I startle visibly making the speaker chuckle. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I’m Caleb.”
I turn and look up and up before meeting the gaze of a very handsome cowboy.
I accept his calloused hand. “Hi, I’m Sakura.”
“Can I get you a drink?”
