Page 6 of Stuck with You

“Every straight girl makes out with a cheerleader or sorority sister somewhere along the way, that doesn’t mean they’re queer.”

“Well she seemed to enjoy kissing me,” I said smugly.

“So did the last two women you fell for,” she reminded me. “You got your hopes up, but they were just experimenting. Then you moped around for months after they dumped you.”

“This is different,” I protested. “I’m not going to fall for Aubrey. I’m done dating the baby lesbians, you know this. But she’s hot as fuck and clearly submissive. I’m going to be seeing her the next few weeks at Community Service so I was thinking I’d invite her to come to Club Surrender and offer to teach her about kink.”

“Did someone drop you on your head as a child?” April asked incredulously. “This has disaster written all over it.”

“I’m not going to fall in love,” I said firmly. “Play with her, sure. Teach her about her submissive side, if I’m lucky. Fuck her, maybe. But she is not the woman who I’m going to dream of white dresses and picket fences with. I’ve learned my lesson about mixing kink and love.”

I’d promised myself after my last two disastrous breakups that I wouldn’t fall in love again. Ever. With anyone. Sure, I was attracted to Aubrey and couldn’t stop thinking about her, and the dominatrix in me was itching to make her submit, but that was just simple attraction. Lust. Nothing serious.

“Just be careful. Don’t let your heart get involved,” April instructed.

“I’ll be fine,” I promised. “I’m a stone cold dominatrix. I know how to compartmentalize.”

“Famous last words.”

Saturday morning I made the drive out to our check-in location for our first community service day. Aubrey was already there when I arrived, dressed in faded jeans, battered trainers, and a hoodie.

“Where’s your jacket?” I asked as soon as I saw her.

“What?”

“It’s forty-five degrees and drizzling so you decided that an absorbent cotton hoodie was your best option?”

She shrugged carelessly. “I didn’t check the weather.”

Every protective instinct lit up in my brain. I stared at her for a full twenty seconds before I grabbed her wrist, pulling her with me towards my car.

“Come on.”

I dug around in my trunk until I found one of the disposable rain ponchos I kept there for emergencies. Aubrey watched while I removed it from the package then pulled it over her head. It was a light plastic but at least it would keep some of the moisture off her.

“Put this on.”

“Thanks,” she said, giving me an impish smile. “You keep rescuing me.”

“I swear you need a keeper,” I said sternly. “Or a good spanking.”

She laughed, but her laughter faded as she took in the expression on my face.

“Um, what?”

We were interrupted by the deputy.

“Come on ladies, we have trash to pick up. Quit fucking around and line up with the others.”

We joined the other four people who were on trash duty with us today. The deputy gave us each a heavy duty trash bag and a pointy stick with a little grasper on the end that looked like claws.

“Don’t stab yourself, the other workers, or any human or animal with your trash grasper,” the man announced in a bored voice. “Any injuries or threat of injury means I have to do paperwork, and if I have to do paperwork, you will live to regret it. Understand?”

We all nodded.

“Good. Now here are your routes.”

Of course Aubrey and I were assigned as partners. I mean, what else would happen? We walked along for fifteen minutes in blessed silence before she spoke up.

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