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"No, I don't," I said, but she didn'thearme.
"I think I have just what you need." Abbie reached into her backpack and pulled out a stack of papers and set them on thetable.
I stuffed a piece of bacon in mymouth.
Abbie would never be organized, and it suited her fine. She reached into her pack again and pulled out a black brochure with a silverribbon.
"Here."
I ran my fingers along the raised embossed C on the front. I untied the ribbon and opened the three-fold brochure. In the center,itread.
Please acceptthis invitation to CRUSH's Annual Open House. As you have been sponsored by one of our most esteemed members, you are welcome to enjoy the pleasures that await you at Dallas’ premier upscaleBDSMclub.
"Who doyou know that belongs to a BDSM club in Texas?" I asked as I turned the invitation over inmyhand.
"You remember Trevor?" Abbie raised hereyebrows.
"The one who dyes hishairgray?"
"It's not gray. It'ssilver."
I rolledmyeyes.
"He and I have been sceneing together a lot lately. He's amazing." She blushed. Trevor was a Dom, but Abbie wasn't what I would call a sub. I mean she didn't mind being a bottom, but she preferredthetop.
"I can't go to a sex club," I whispered, suddenly conscious of people listening in on our conversation. It would be nothing for us to carry on a loud and open conversation about sex in New York. Hell, the waitress would sit down and join us, but they had different standards for etiquette here in the South. I was attempting tofitin.
Going to a sex club would not be conducive to my goal offittingin.
"Why not? It will be fun." Abbie bounced on the red leatherbooth.
"What if I run into someoneIknow?"
"So what? You haven't lived in Dallas long enough for it tomatter."
"I don't know." I looked at the invitationagain.
"Come on. You don't have to do anything. Let's just check it out. See how they do things in the dirty south.” Abbiegrinned.
Igrinnedback.
Shehadme.
I wascurious.
I was a proud member of the BDSM community in New York. My friends were my family, a unit who helped each other and supported each other. My ex introduced Abbie and me into the life. He was an amazing Dom. He trained me. He taught me about submission, communication, andtrust.
Then he shared me with his friends and swapped with other Doms. He loaned me out all under the guise of testing mydevotion.
I went along with it because I didn't know any better, but then it got dangerous, and I needed togetaway.
But it was still partofme.
"Okay. I'll go, but you promise not to leave my side for a minute,"Isaid.
Abbie winked, nodded, andgrinned.
She wouldn't keep thatpromise.
