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Blond curls settled in the backseat. Paige pulled a black handkerchief out of her bag and gently tied it around her head, containing the hair she had spent most of the afternoon preparing. While she and Maya engaged in conversation, Jocie approached Rhea and slammed a hand on her shoulder.
“Your wife is a fox, Mendez.”
Rhea blinked away the image of her athletic, tomboyish wife done up in the kind of outfit that turned heads wherever she went. When was the last time Paige wore such a fine dress, let alone with hair likethat?To a friend’s wedding before the pandemic? That was all Rhea could think as she realized it was time to leave if they wanted to get to the club before it became so busy on a Saturday night that they turned around and left.Because we’re old.
Never mind that Hellfire catered to an older, more exclusive clientele. Rhea was convinced she was getting old.
But not Paige. Paige may have been technically a few months older than her wife, but she never gotold.Only finer. Wilder. More exotic.
Untouchable.
“You had no idea what I was going to wear,” Rhea said as she buckled up in the backseat and Jocie started the car. “Yet we look like wematch.”
Paige leaned in toward her wife, the motor revving up around them and the car slowly backing out onto their residential street. “It’s a hot date night, right? We should look the part.”
Rhea had no idea what the theme was at the club that night, but she already knew that she and Paige had won the contest.
Nothing appealed to Rhea’s pride more than the number of looks her wife received once they were in the club. Rhea may have slicked back her hair and accented her vest with a luxurious broach, Jocie may have been showing off half her torso, and Maya sporting curves to die for in her tight dress, but… it was Paige who sashayed from one room in the club to the other, stiletto’s clicking to the beat of a Dua Lipa song and fresh curls enticing every eye in the room. She boldly stepped past leering men and curious women as if she had somewhere important to go – somewhere that may or may not include her wife, who was always a couple of steps behind.
Rhea didn’t mind. She enjoyed the looks her wife got, because why shouldn’t Paige be the center of attention? She was always the center of Rhea’s when they were out together.My wife is amazing, you know.Hard-working. Kind and sweet. Hot. Not always in that order.
Even when she caught Jocie staring shortly after they were seated on a couch in the main lounge, Rhea didn’t care as much as she also wanted to watch Paige’s ass shake back and forth on her way to the restroom.
“I get to sleep with that every night, you know,” Rhea said to her friends.
Maya grabbed her girlfriend’s credit card out of her wallet and went to get them drinks from the bar. Jocie nonchalantly watched her before addressing her friend’s comment. “Yes, you lucky bitch. Did you ever think you’d score such a hottie when you were a baby lesbian coming out of her cracking cocoon?”
Rhea laughed. “No! Not in a million years. Dating wasn’t easy for me, you know. I often think that if, God forbid, I didn’t have Paige anymore, I’d befucked.I can’t do apps, dating sites, or joining meetup groups for the sole purpose of finding women to date. I take the win whenever I can.” She didn’t mention the tensions underlying her marriage: the dying bedroom, the long hours spent apart, the wildly different careers and family dramas that kept them on phones when the other was actually around… what was the point? Right now, Rhea was content. She was on a different kind of date with her wife, the woman she loved more than any other. And Paige was asmoke showin a dress that Rhea was pretty sure covered nothing more than a matching pair of underwear. Because Paige would flirt like that in a sex-pulsing nightclub.
Sure enough, Paige returned from the restroom with a wide roll of her eyes.
“It’s barely eight and people are already going at it in the women’s room,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “All I wanted to do was wash my hands, but the stall next to the sink had someone in it who wouldnotstop moaning.”
“I know which bathroom I’m using in a few minutes,” Jocie quipped. “By the way, where did you get that dress? I know a few female athletes who would die to have it for their nextLook at me, I am feminineparty.”
Paige chuckled. “This old thing? I dug it out of my closet. I think I got it right after college.” She looked to Rhea. “Do you remember? I’ve hung onto it for so long that I’ve forgotten where it came from.”
“I have no clue,” Rhea said with a grin.
Maya came back with drinks for herself and Jocie. They informed the married couple that a tab was now open, and they should get whatever they wanted while the line was short.
“Allow me.” Rhea’s hand glided against Paige’s thigh as she stood up. “Don’t want to let such good grace go unwelcomed. Do you want a margarita?”
“Rum and Coke with Bacardi.”
Rhea almost tripped over her own feet when turning around to catch that. “A Cuba Libre? Since when do you drink those?”
“For a few years now. Where’ve you been? I’m not really into vodka anymore. Reminds me of college.”
“All right.” The only reason that perturbed Rhea so much was because shesworeshe never saw her wife drink rum.I’m the one who likes rum.For years, Rhea tried to get her wife to try different drinks she made and ordered, but Paige always turned up her nose. Their liquor cabinet was half rum, half vodka, but now that Rhea thought about it… they restocked the rum much more often than the vodka.Here I thought I was drinking way more than I ever did before.A feat, since Rhea only had about one drink a week.
Only one person was sitting at the bar in the main lounge: a dominatrix clad in her fetish gear, complete with knee-high boots, leather corset, and a Venetian mask that flirted with Rhea as she approached in her laughably vanilla half-suit. The two exchanged polite looks as the bartender took Rhea’s order.
“I can’t tell if you look like a baby around these parts or not,” the woman with a deep voice said. “Also, you kinda look like the woman who is supposed to meet me here for our ‘impromptu’ performance. I don’t suppose you’re Lily?”
Rhea shook her head. “Sorry. I’m here with my wife and some friends.”
The dominatrix brushed her hands over a napkin with a shrug. “It was worth a shot. Fun thing about this gig is half the time I have no idea who the club is setting me up with. I miss the days of having a regular partner.”
