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Chapter One
Sasha stared at her laptop screen. Beside her on the couch was her best friend Jane, busy clicking away on her mouse. The two had spent the last three hours browsing through several dating sites. It was a habit and they’ve made good use of it in the past. There were times where they needed a little extra cash and all it would take is a good, fun night out with a guy. Most guys would give them an allowance even for just a blowjob.
Jane, being a redhead, easily stood out and Sasha had a lithe, slim and petite body that made nearly every man she chatted with tell her she looked like a little fuck doll. Sasha loved the attention though. Sometimes she would even pose for a photo in a way that her back would arch and her ass would stick up higher. Her hair was also quite long, reaching down to her hips, and it drove men wild.
This night, however, nothing seemed to go right. She’d been chatting with four guys already, hoping she could date one that would treat her out for food and drinks, but all of them just wanted a quick fuck. Sasha had no qualms of sleeping around but she wasn’t a total slut either. She wouldn’t just meet someone for sex. She was good in bed and as a famous movie character once said, “if you’re good at something, never do it for free.”
“Hey,” Jane suddenly called out. Her gaze was still fixed on her laptop screen.
“Yeah?” Sasha answered as she briefly looked up towards her friend.
Jane paused before answering, taking a moment to type a message to someone chatting with her online. She then looked back at Sasha, “I’m talking to this one guy. He says he’s into girls with long black hair. You might be his type.”
Sasha giggled, “Send me a link to his profile. Let me do my magic.”
“Sure, but I have to say he’s a little different,” Jane told her. “You might want to play your cards close to your chest with this one.”
Sasha frowned and waited. A second later, a message box popped open on her laptop. It was from Jane, with the link to the guy’s profile. Sasha quickly clicked on it and waited for the page to load.
“What do you mean?” Sasha asked. “Is he like some woman beater or something?”
“No, not like that,” Jane said. “You’ll see when you get a good look at his profile and -”
“Woah!” Sasha exclaimed with a giggle. Her attention was glued to the screen as she read the details about the guy. “He calls himself a ‘self-taught BDSM artist’ and also owns the Nareid Food Corporation. He is hot though, I’ll give him that.”
Jane closed her laptop and then scooted over beside Sasha, “See? That’s a whole lot of naughty in a whole lot of handsome, not to mention he’s rich. That corporation of his owns most of the fast food chains here in the city and the Olana Pizzeria.”
“Even Olana?” Sasha asked. She whistled in awe. “Wow, this guy’s freaking loaded.”
“More importantly, you’re his type,” Jane reminded. “Maybe you can date him and get a permanent upgrade. Quit your job, be his wife and live forever in a nice mansion? You can hire me to be your secretary just so I can live there too.”
Sasha and Jane both laughed at the thought but there was some truth in it. They both wanted to find men that could provide for them. Jane worked at a strip club and Sasha was working two jobs; she was a barista in a cafe and a waitress in a fast food corner. They were already twenty-seven years old and working full-time, underpaying jobs was not going to work out for them in the long run.
A long time ago, Sasha dreamed of being an actress. She even wanted to get into pornography. She’d get all the sex she wanted and get paid for it too. It might have even helped her become a model. Back in those days, however, she also had to worry about the rent and all her bills so waiting tables became a priority. It just stayed that way for a decade.
But this was a fantasy.
“As if someone this bad would ever find me interesting,” Sasha said.
Jane waved a finger in front of Sasha’s face, “Never say never, girl. You’re his type and you’re not afraid to get down and dirty on a guy. I’ve seen you play with boys before. You damn fucked Charlie in his living room, grinding on his lap, even when there were others dancing and getting drunk all over the place.”
“One, that was a party,” Sasha replied as a grin broke across her face. “Two, it was Charlie. Everybody knew his parties involved alcohol and sex. I could be a little slutty there. With this guy, I ain’t that sure.”
“He’s into BDSM,” Jane pointed out. “That’s like the most obvious sign right there.”
“He’s into it but that doesn’t mean that’s him all day and all night. He might be expecting some prim and proper girl wearing a $2,000 dress or something. I can’t afford to even dress up to impress him.”
Jane wrapped an arm around her friend, “What do you mean dress up? All you got to do is make him look while you take your shirt off. If his cock gets hard then you’ve already won the battle.”
Sasha looked at the profile again. His name was Damian Rivers.
“What’s there to lose?” Jane asked.
“What’s there to lose,” Sasha echoed as she clicked on his page and began typing a message.
Chapter Two
“I don’t know about this,” Sasha told Jane as they sat in the latter’s car. Sasha was wearing a black, shoulderless mini-dress and four-inch high heels. Her hair was straightened and let loose behind her and she wore large, circular dangling earrings.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Jane asked. “Bitch, you’re fucking gorgeous. All you got to do is stand in front of him and his dick will fly off. I promise.”
Sasha still didn’t feel that comfortable. She wasn’t so scared about him being a well-to-do rich boy- most of the boys they dated from these sites were rich men anyway - but she was uneasy about him being into BDSM.
“I just have this fear that I’m too vanilla for him,” Sasha tried to explain.
Jane scoffed at the idea and replied, “You? Vanilla? Girl, you’re the most daring little bundle of ass I’ve ever seen. He’ll have his hands full with you.”
Sasha laughed and then opened her door. She took one step out, looked back at Jane, then said “Wish me luck.”
“Fuck you,” Jane said and laughed.
Sasha winked back at her friend and then got out of the car. She looked at the glass double doors ahead of her, took a moment to breathe, and then walked in. She was immediately greeted by a female usher in a black suit.
“Hello ma’am, to whom is the reservation named to?” the usher asked.
“Oh, uh Sasha Byron. The reservation is under Damian Rivers,” Sasha answered.
The expression on the usher’s face quickly shifted. Where earlier she apparently did not care all too much about Sasha, she now seemed to give her full attention.
“Ah yes,” the usher stated. “Master Damian is already here waiting for you. He’s seated in the balcony. Please follow me.”
Gears began to grind in Sasha’s head. Master Damian? He had his own balcony table too? She tried to push the questions out of her mind and simply followed the young lady through the restaurant.
The Golden Brickhouse was one of the oldest fine dining restaurants in the city. She’d never been in it either but from the few quick glances she took at the tables she could tell this was likely a three-star Michelin restaurant. A single dish might cost over $300. She shuddered to think what a full course meal would cost her. It was a good thing Damian agreed to pay for this date.
She was led up a beautiful case of stairs, onto the second floor. She could see there were several balconies, with their entrance
s shrouded by thick, maroon curtains. The usher led her across several of these before taking her to the fourth balcony on the right side of the restaurant.
“Master Rivers, Lady Sasha Athens for you,” the usher introduced as she opened the curtains without stepping inside. With her other hand, the usher motioned for Sasha to enter, to which she did.
Sasha felt the usher close the curtains from behind and then walk away. She was then left alone, in that balcony, with Damian. He sat there, across the lone table on the balcony, staring at her. He looked exactly like the way he appeared in the dating site: dark hair, dark brown eyes, five o’clock bristles of a beard and a perfect square jaw. He was like a living, breathing mannequin. He was perfection in human form.
Without a word, he raised his hand motioned for her to sit across him.
