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Yet, apparently, I wore that dress for him in class, I thought sourly, recalling Pierce’s words from the other night. Asshole.
Shoving him from my mind, I started the ritual of preparing myself for a night out.
Shower.
Shaving.
Blow-drying my hair.
Trading my glasses for my contacts.
Light makeup.
Barely there lingerie.
A pair of lacy, elbow-length gloves to match the lingerie beneath.
Flirty black dress—not the same one from my presentation, although the temptation to wear it in spite of Pierce was absolutely there—and strappy black heels.
Fortunately, I wouldn’t be outside for long, as I was absolutely going to freeze in this.
Adalyn met me in our shared living area, her curvy figure dressed similarly to mine. She was about four inches shorter than me, though. Something she compensated for with her killer shoes. Which meant we’d be the same height if I traded my heels for flats.
“I don’t know how you walk in those,” I said, eyeing her feet. “Anything over three inches is dangerous.”
She grinned, her teeth a perfect slash of white set against her olive skin. “I personally prefer eight or nine.”
It took me a second to follow her dirty mind, my laugh leaving me on a puff of air. “I’m sure you’ll find a few tonight that meet that requirement.”
She shrugged. “We’ll see. But I’m more interested in what they can do with their hands and tongues.” She waggled her brows suggestively. Then she handed me a black mask with crystal-like beads embedded into the rim. “This says you’re a visiting submissive so that the Doms in attendance know to go easy on you.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about the term submissive, but it was the latter part of her statement that gave me pause.
“Go easy on me,” I repeated. “Meaning?”
“Meaning no one will touch you without a lot of conversation first. It’s a good place to explore. Or, you can just watch.” Her dark gaze met and held mine. “I won’t leave you unattended unless you ask me to. And if you’re uncomfortable, we can go.”
I nodded, trusting her.
She visited this club almost every weekend, and she’d invited me to attend a few times as her guest.
This was the first time I’d agreed, mostly because I needed something new in my life. A way to move on. An experience to chase away my past.
Because nothing I’d tried in the last few years had worked.
So why not try this?
“All right,” I said, taking the mask from her. “What color are you wearing?”
She pulled a black mask with red jewels from her bag. “This says I’m a member looking for a playmate. Yellow stones say you’re a member, but not yet ready to play. And black ones mean you’re a member and already taken.”
“What do the Doms wear?” I wondered aloud as she started toward the door.
“The Doms and Dommes won’t be in masks,” she said. “Most of them will be in suits, too.” She paused in the foyer, glancing back at me. “You may see a few submissives with collars as well. That means they’re into Master/slave play. If there’s a lock around their throat, they’re taken. If the lock is unfastened, they’re open.”
I swallowed. “Oh.”
Her dark eyes sparkled. “You’re about to enter a whole new world, Jen. And something tells me you may never want to leave it.”
