Dimitri: I didn’t know she was a dog walker.
Me: Then how the hell do you know her?
Dimitri: I’m not supposed to say.
Thiago: Is that some spy shit again.
Dimitri: No, it’s Joey’s policy.
My policy?
The realization hits me, and I run downstairs, buttoning my shirt as I try not to wipe out on the stairs. Thiago already has a tote bag filled with dried spices.
“We need to go.”
“I’ve been waiting on you,” he says as he drops onion flakes into the bag. He points to the table. “You gonna eat your sandwich?”
Sandwich?
There’s a note with it:
I don’t know if you ate dinner, but here’s a little something. I’m getting the sense you forget to eat sometimes.
-Jenny.
No. There’s no way she took care of Nonna and now she’s adopting me. Just. No.
I grab the bag Thiago’s holding, tell him, “You’re driving,” and lead him out of the house.
Once we’re in the car he says, “You didn’t say goodbye to the dog.”
“Is that something I’m supposed to do?”
“Well, I say goodbye to my cat every day. I don’t know if it’s something you’re supposed to do, but it’s better than being an asshole to another living creature.” He starts the car and pulls out onto the street. “Where are we going?”
“I need to go to work.”
Twenty minutes later, I’m sitting in the back office of the sex club I own.
Funny story that. I wasn’t super huge in the community or anything, but once upon a time, some guy owed me money. He didn’t have a lot of cash, so he gave me the building. I overheard some people talking on the subway about how this area didn’t have a sex club that felt safe. I’m no dummy. And I definitely passed Business 101: Find an underserved market and niche down. A few months later, the club was open.
At the time, I wasn’t expecting it to become a major source of my income. I would come by occasionally, check out the scene…but I wasn’t active. And since my love interests are only short term, I’ve never built the trust to be an active member. It’s totally fine to have a one and done scene. I just can’t do it.
There’s also another reason… and I think Jenny might be a part of it.
I’m scrolling through the membership list, and my heart stops when I see her name. I click on her picture to be sure. Yep, it’s her. The red and pink hair, the dimples, the big trusting eyes.
Shit.
It was a year ago, maybe more. I can’t remember exactly. I do remember it was a slow night, only semi-full. A lot of extra space on the couches. I noticed her as soon as I came in. It was her hair. Pink, with deep red braids, and a crown around her head holding back the rest of her hair. She was with a guy—blond, tall, straight-up douche. Instantly, I didn’t like him. He never looked at his sub, which wasn’t abnormal, but something about it put me off. Sometimes Doms who have subs with praise kinks will ignore them, making them want the attention more. But this felt different. He wasn’t intentionally ignoring her as part of a scene or play, he wasn’t even interested in her.
He sniped at her for wearing a lacy tank top instead of the corset he’d wanted her to wear. When she countered with, “You gave me the choice between the two,” he replied with, “You chose wrong.”
His voice seared itself into my brain, and I couldn’t figure out why. I think it was the way he said “wrong.” It was demeaning, and not in the consensual way I’d seen from others.
Dimitri and Darren also had concerns about him. That should have been another hint to me that he was beyond bad news.
Later that night, they were on stage. It’s a small one, barely elevated, but enough for people to watch, if that’s your thing. It had already become apparent she had a praise kink, but he didn’t seem interested in playing into it. She was on her knees, giving a world class blow job, absolutely fucking incredible. Blow jobs are a dime a dozen here, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I don’t remember her technique or anything, but I remember how she stared at him. And a part of me wished someone would look at me like that. But when he finished, no “good girl” came. No tending to her needs. Nothing. He left the stage, leaving her alone. And I don’t think it was so she could take a bow.
