Page 53 of Master Cole

Janie laughed. “No shorter than the shorts you’re wearing right now, so get a move on.” She stripped off her clothing. She started with the skirt, that was easy. The elastic fit snug against her waist, and she glanced in the mirror.

Well, at least her ass wasn’t on display, but Alicia was right, they were short. With a sigh, she picked up the corset. Checking the laces, she slipped it on and began doing up the front fastenings. Janie sucked in a breath to get the last two fastened. Thank goodness there was some give to the fabric. Her breathing wasn’t restricted.

“Damn, Janie, you look hot,” Alicia said.

Janie looked down. The corset pushed her breasts up, and she feared they might pop out of the fabric. “Oh, lord, I hope they stay in place.”

“I think they will.” Alicia looked at Janie. “Help.” Alicia held the corset in front of her.

“Here, slip your arms in.” She helped Alicia into the corset. "Now start fastening the front.” Alicia did and then turned to the mirror.

“Holy crap, I have cleavage.”

This time Janie couldn’t help but laugh. “Corsets have a tendency to enhance what God gave us.” She picked up the shoes Cole had left. Thank goodness he’d realized high heels would kill them. So he’d left them modest black shoes with two-inch heels.

After slipping them on, Janie stood up. It took her a few minutes to find her balance. Alicia, on the other hand, almost fell over.

“I haven’t worn heels since high school prom,” Alicia said, tentatively taking steps around the room.

“It comes back to you.” Janie double-checked herself in the mirror. Makeup was subtle, skirt in place, and the corset brought out the green in her eyes. A tiny shiver of anticipation went through her as she picked up her necklace and slipped it on.

Would Cole play with her at the club? She hoped so; she didn’t want to play with anyone else. “Ready?” she asked Alicia.

“I guess, but we’re not going to walk out of here like this, are we?” There was reluctance in her voice.

“I’m not sure.” It wasn’t like Cole to forget anything. “We’re perfectly decent.”

“Yeah, right.” Alicia tugged at the back of her skirt. “I feel so exposed.”

“That’s how it will be at the club.” Janie hid a grin. Her friend was so not the submissive, more dominant. This might be a very interesting night. After grabbing their purses, they maneuvered together down the stairs to find Cole waiting for them at the door.

Janie’s breath rushed out of her. Cole was dressed head to toe in black, which wasn’t unusual, but it was the way he looked. Black pants molded to his muscular thighs, the black T-shirt stretched across his large shoulders. His entire presence screamed Dom at her.

“You ladies look stunning,” he said.

“At least your ass isn’t hanging out,” Alicia muttered.

Cole grinned. “One more thing before we go. Alicia, there is protocol in the club, so please address me as Sir or Sir Cole. Otherwise it will cause issues.”

“I can do that,” Alicia said.

“Janie, you will call me Sir.”

“Yes, Sir.” She grinned at him. His eyes were deep blue, and she very much wanted to drown in them.

“All right, ladies, let’s get this show on the road.” He picked up his keys and wallet.

“But ... ”Alicia started. “No coats?”

Cole regarded her with those blue eyes of his, and Janie shivered. Oh, he was going to test them both tonight. “None needed. It’s a warm night, and besides, you’ll be hot soon enough.”

Janie swallowed. Oh, yes, he was definitely going to test them.

The ride to Whips was quiet. Janie kept glancing over her shoulder at Alicia, who was unusually quiet. Cole pulled into the parking lot of the nondescript building and parked.

“This is it?” Alicia asked.

“Yes.” Cole replied, getting out of the car. He rounded the hood, opened Janie’s door, and helped her out before opening Alicia’s door and doing the same. “This is a semi-public club, which means that most of the time you have to know someone who is either a member or who has been here before to know where it’s at.” He tucked them to his side, and they began walking toward the building.

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