Page 79 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Okay, fine, let’s go. I hear they are giving away a free glass of champagne tonight, and not that cheap stuff either, but like real champagne.”

“I take it that real champagne is a hot button for you?”

I didn’t bother to point out that we were servers in a diner and yeah, real champagne was hard to come by on what we made.

“This place is so much nicer than Midgard,” I commented, an attempt at deflecting and letting go of the uneasiness that had crept up between us. “Wouldn’t it be cool if we could come here every week instead?”

“You think that now. Wait till you see the private rooms; you’re going to wish you could move in.”

Another oblique comment, what the heck was going on here? “How is it possible you’ve seen the private rooms here, Nyra?”

Nyra hemmed and hawed but didn’t answer my question as the bartender came over to take our order. “Champagne will be handed out, but not until later,” was the response to my request for my free drink. Great, I groused. What had started off as the most exciting night in I don’t know how long was quickly digressing. I took a sip of my Coke and waited for my bestie to fess up about whatever she was keeping from me.

“Oh my god, why did they let you back in here?”

Say what? I whirled around and saw a blonde glaring at Nyra. If Mattel ever made Scary Barbie, this chick would be the model they based her on. Blonde, with way too much makeup, everything about her screamed fake, from her crimson claws to her inflated boobs that were currently pointed at me like a set of balloon animals a clown would make. Was she for real?

Her balloon boobs may have been pointed at me, but her nasty glare was set on my friend who was currently grinding her teeth and crinkling her nose like she smelled something bad.

“Madison, awful to see you as always.”

I’d had enough and grabbed Nyra by the arm, pulling her to the end of the bar. “I don’t know what the heck is going on here, but it’s time for you to fess up.”

Nyra sighed in resignation. “Remember last year when I dated that snob, Robert?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, he bought us a membership here.”

“Seriously? And you didn’t tell me?” Nyra wrung her hands together in a nervous gesture. I felt kinda bad calling her out right now, but at the same time, I didn’t.

“I’m sorry, Mel. I couldn’t afford the guest fees to bring you, and I didn’t want you to be mad at me.”

I played back all I could remember about what she’d said about Rob the Snob, and I knew they had broken up a while ago. “You broke up with him months ago and you still came here alone. What the actual fuck?”

Nyra grabbed my hands. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist.”

My mind wandered to all those times when she bailed on me because of the new charity she was helping.

“Wait, a minute. The hospital that was your excuse for volunteering every Wednesday and Friday night?”

“I was volunteering on Wednesdays.”

The look on her face was priceless, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey, this is so not cool, but I totally get it. You owe me, Ny. In exchange for my forgiveness, I get the first dibs on any hot Doms we see tonight.”

“It’s a deal,” she replied and gave me a hug.

I returned it, glad to be past the moment. Nyra was not a person who would intentionally hurt anyone. In fact, of the two of us, she was way more even-keeled.

“Oh, I see you’re a lesbian now. I guess you finally realized that no men want you.”

I’d forgotten about the bimbo and had to assume that Nyra had run into her enough times with Robert to truly establish a mutual hate with her. My poor bestie was stunned. Her jaw dropped, and she almost had the guppy thing going on as she struggled for something to say. No way in hell this plastic wannabe was going to mess with my night, especially after finally learning the truth.

I stomped over and got right up in her face. Even with my six-inch heels, her boobs jutted out almost hitting me in the face.

“You have a problem with my girl, then you have a problem with me.”

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