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“You know,” Rhea said as they bypassed a couple going at it in one of those illuminated alcoves, “I met someone interesting when I was getting our drinks earlier. A dominatrix was sitting right there waiting for her assigned partner of the night. I guess they’re supposed to do a show later.”
That only slightly surprised Paige. “She didn’t bring one with her? I thought that whole thing was about trust and love or whatever.”
“Apparently, if you’re a pro, you can start spanking and gagging anyone if you know their safe word.”
“I’m assuming it’s a bit more complicated thanthat.” Paige got an eyeful of a confident woman’s naked ass when they turned a corner. “At least I hope so. I can’t imagine doing something like that with a totalstranger.”
“It’s not your kink, though. So I guess that makes sense.”
“What are my kinks, huh?”
They stopped by a wall, where there was plenty of room for Rhea to lean and for Paige to check on her stilettos hanging by a strap from her bag. “That’s a great question,” Rhea said. “What gets Paige Powell’s motor running these days?”
“Shouldn’t you know?”
“Guess I don’t.”
Her bluntness took Paige aback. “I… don’t know. I haven’t thought about it in a while.”
She almost expected her wife to be crestfallen by that admittance.I’m sorry I don’t contemplate these things anymore.To be fair to Paige, she had no reason to think about her sexual urges or what piqued her arousal in the current decade. She simply… existed. Sometimes she had sex with her wife. Sometimes she took care of her own needs when Rhea wasn’t around, or she didn’t want to deal with the expectations of another person. Gone were the days when Paige hunted Rhea down when the call of the lust claimed her – and gone were the times when she couldn’t stop thinking about one basic bodily function. Namely, sex.
Wasn’t it usual for interest to wane as a woman grew older?Maybe there is something wrong with me.That’s how Paige felt when Rhea, the woman she had given her heart to nearly fifteen years ago, looked at her like that.She still wants me. Nothing’s slowed down for her. It’s me. It’s all me.
She didn’t want to give into the guilt that clutched her heart when she saw that desperate plea reverberating beneath her wife’s skin. Guilt implied that Paige should actively change something about herself.I can’t help what’s happened.Whatever that was.
Aging. Undiagnosed issues. Disinterest in the same person she had been with for nearly half her life.
“I’m sorry.” Paige couldn’t look her wife in the eye when she said that.
“Why in the world are you apologizing for something?”
“I don’t know.”
Rhea stiffened long before a half-naked submissive man and his loud, overbearing mistress brushed up against her on their way to a VIP room. Yet she only had a passing interest in the spectacle. Rhea’s whole attention was centered on Paige, who had shown up braless at a kinky nightclub.
“I didn’t mean to ruin the mood,” Rhea said with that affable demeanor that Paige knew was a front for how she felt. “Do you want to watch the show?”
“You mean the…?”
Rhea shrugged. “It’s something different. Can’t say we’ve ever watched a couple of women spank each other before.”
Maybe you haven’t.Now wasn’t the time, though. The last thing Paige wanted to keep thinking about was her college days when she desired to be in the present.With her. With my wife.So she took Rhea’s hand, drew her closer before someone else snuck by them, and asked, “How long until it starts?”
Rhea glanced at her watch but blushed hard enough for Paige to know her wife wasn’t checking the time. “A bit.”
Paige squeezed Rhea’s hand. “Want to walk around some more? I think Jocie and Maya are preoccupied with sweating up the dance floor. Now I know how she keeps fit.” She referred to Jocie, who eschewed all of Paige’s offers for a membership discount at her gym.Yet she’s leaner than some of the actresses who walk through my doors.“Besides, it’s been years since we were last here. Maybe they got rid of that tacky leopard print sofa.”
“I’ll take that bet. That thing probably draws people from around the world.”
Paige laughed as they walked away from the VIP entrance. “How much are we betting? Five bucks? A drink?”
Their arms slightly swung with every step. “Who has to do the laundry next.”
They quickly forgot about the tacky couch as they perused the open areas of the club, from the large front room full of stripper poles and the dance floor to the darkened rooms full of tables, loveseats, and sex swings.Good Lord, I haven’t seen one of those in person before.Paige could barely take her eyes off it as Rhea urged her in the direction of a giant cross occupied by a curvy woman who was already bound and gagged for the public’s voyeuristic consumption.
“Is something going to happen?” Paige whispered into her wife’s ear. “She’s been hanging there for who knows how long.”
“I dunno. Do you see anyone else around?”
