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“Maybe I’ll come up there and visit you in a few weeks.”
“Let me know,” I tell him before we hang up.
Trinitee
The work is going well on the Morehouse project, and I couldn’t be more pleased. There weren’t too many major constructions outside of some ADA upgrades and PT gym for his father. Outside of that, it is mainly cosmetic things such as wall color, flooring, and furniture. He opted to remove all the built-in platform beds in favor of free-standing options. His parents’ decided on a dual adjustable bed, so his father can sleep in whatever position is comfortable for him, and she can still sleep with him and not be disturbed by his needs.
I came by to address an issue and stayed to supervise and watch the progress in the house, but I am skipping out to get to my appointments so I can be in tip-top shape tonight at my first time back to the club after more than a year. Luckily Kruze wasn’t here, so I didn’t get distracted by his charm and commanding personality.
I park my car and rush into the wax center, and luckily for me, Sasha was waiting for me and ushered me back to my regular room.
“You know the routine girl,” she says and walks out, letting me get undressed. I never understood why she walks out, especially when she is about to be all up in my stuff in a minute. I went home and showered before I came so I didn’t need to use the cleansing wipe she left on the bed for me. I strip, hop up on the bed, and wait. Thirty minutes later, I am smooth as a freshly waxed surfboard from my chin to my toes. Next up is my hair. Kayla is an artist, and she knows it. She installs a thirty-six-inch unit and has melted it so good I can’t tell where the lace starts and my skin stops. I hit up my make-up artist Jo, who gives me a full glam beat. Finally, is nails and feet, I don’t usually get fake nails since my job occasionally calls for me to work with my hands, and I occasionally work alongside my contractors, but I make sure to get manicures and pedicures. Five hours later, I am ready for tonight; my outfit is already picked out and waiting for me.
Once I make it home, I make sure to eat something. I want to make sure I have the energy for what I hope is a long night. I take another look in the mirror to make sure everything is perfect. The long black skirt with a split to my hip, thigh chain, and black corset is perfect; the only thing missing is a collar.
“I hope you are ready to go sis!” Shannon yells walking in. “And please tell me you not dressed like the head usher at Zion Hill Missionary Baptist, AME, Episcopal, Church of God in Christ church,”
“I really do hate you!” I tell her laughing, walking out of the bedroom to see her looking like she is ready to snatch someone’s soul. The black asymmetrical cut dress with the hip split, high-heel sandals fit her body like a glove. Shannon would make any woman want to cut her when they realize she does absolutely nothing to maintain her fit body. She has the body shape women pay thousands to get. “You look good, girl,” I say, meaning it. Her natural waist-length thick mane has been straightened, and her makeup is flawless.
“As do you, sis. Now let's go break some hearts,” she says, and I grab my wristlet and head to Club Desire to hopefully find a potential Dom, but at the very least to have a little fun and finally get some type of sexual satisfaction.
Four
Kruze
Is this the right place?I think as I look at the industrial building in front of me. There are no words on the building, and all of the windows are blacked out. I walk to the slender arched doorway to investigate a little more and notice a black square plate with a golden mask etched on the right of the door, just like the envelope and card. I push open the door and am greeted with a reception area where there a woman is sitting behind a desk.
“May I help you?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say, walking up to her at the desk and handing her the card.
She taps her computer keyboard and then says, “Welcome, Mr. Morehouse. There is some paperwork you must fill out before entering the club, including an NDA.” She hands me a leather portfolio and a pen and directs me to a table to fill out the forms. Once I complete filling everything out, I hand the forms back to Bethany.
“Everything seems to be in order. Please keep in mind that we are a private club, and all members and guests must adhere to all the rules of this establishment. Is that understood?”
“It is indeed.”
“Wonderful, the lounge area is just back there, along with a bar. Elevators to the left will take you to the second and third floors. Enjoy,” she says.
I make my way back to the bar area, admiring the club décor the whole way. Taking a seat at one of the stools, I notice the servers wearing all black, either lace dresses and red bottoms or leather pants. I take a seat on the stool and order a drink. The music is a nice mellow song creating a nice laid-back vibe.
“You’re new. You must be a guest,” the gentleman sitting next to me says.
“I am,” I say, offering no more information.
“Who invited you?”
“Elijah Mason.”
“Aww, yes, now I remember. Please forgive me. This week has been kinda crazy. I am Elijah Mason,” he says, offering me his hand to shake, and I take it without hesitation.
“You moved back here from DC, correct?”
“Good memory, yes I did.”
“Yes, you were a member of Club Crave there.”
“Yes, I knew I needed to find somewhere here to go. I have visited other clubs, but they were not like the one I was a member of back in DC. Baxter, the CEO back in DC, said he knew someone and would reach out to see about getting me an invitation.”
