Cool summer night winds blew through the car, roaring above the engine, above the voice yelling in Alicia’s ear whenever her wife attempted to speak.Nope. Doesn’t mean a thing right now!Alicia laughed, feeling like she was on a roller coaster roaring through the city. On either side of the freeway were the shining windows of high-rises, some of them familiar, some of them still nameless as far as Alicia was concerned. The scent of the river coming in from the passenger side hit her as they veered toward the bridge. Everything was so fresh, so renewing that Alicia couldn’t help but forget a few of her troubles for the few minutes it took to drive to the old industrial district.
“Should’ve known,” she said, once they were back on the quieter streets. “You wouldn’t own anything around here. Too dirty for you.”
“Excuse you, Mrs. Moreau,” Danica admonished, picking a parking spot right next to a convenient valet. “I’m dirty in plenty of other ways.”
“So you’ve proven time and again.” The engine shut off, the passenger side door lifting. The valet came up to take Danica’s keys. One hand deposited the keys while the other felt up the back of Alicia’s dress. Already, the deep thumps of club beats vibrated out of a nearby converted warehouse.
The line was out the door. Young men and women, dressed in short skirts, nice shirts, and doing last-minute preparations for the bouncers, talked about their new college classes and how hard they wanted to bang that night. Alicia couldn’t fault them for this sound logic. She was thinking about a good bang, too.
By now, she anticipated the drill. She and her magnificent wife would stroll up to the bouncer, exchange nods, and be admitted right into the club, ahead of anyone in the line. Lines? What were lines when everyone could instantly recognize someone of Danica’s commanding stature? When the bouncer said, “Welcome, Ms. Moreau,” more than one person tittered. Alicia may have been one of them.
Alicia knew they could have received the full five-star treatment. The club was upscale enough – the kind of place she and Candice would have constantly talked about going to, but never had the guts to try – and offered a variety of VIP rooms stuffed with professional party-goers and alcohol, but Alicia had made it clear she wanted to act as normal as possible. Skipping the club line not included.
“You wanted to dance?” Danica gestured to the crowd of dancers getting down and dirty to a Chappell Roan song. “Then let’s dance.”
“I want a drink first!” Alicia shouted over the music. “Get me a mojito!”
“Why, Ms. Colbert.” Her wife pulled her into her arms and shared with her a delicious grin that could’ve easily melted half the panties in the room.Get away, kids. She’s all mine.You hear? I’m going to grind against this Aphrodite in more ways than one tonight.“Not only are you being incredibly rude right now, but aren’t you supposed to be pregnant?”
She took her hands, a gentle kiss tapping Danica’s chin. “May I please have a mojito, Mistress? I promise I can suspend any fake pregnancies for the night.”
“You are so damn cute.” They were already rocking together on the edge of the dancefloor. Not rocking to the beat of Chappell Roan, but rocking to their own rhythm that only they could feel. “You also won’t be faking anything if I have anything to say about it.”
Alicia was pulled between being turned on and impressed that she could sound like a casual gal for one damn night. “Go ahead and try, Ms. Moreau.”
“Come on.” She bit the bottom of Alicia’s ear before leading her toward the bar. “I’ll get you a drink to keep myself from fucking you right here in front of these nice people.”
Oh, the people who were having vertical sex on the dancefloor? Those nice people?
The mojito wasn’t as good as Alicia hoped for, but that may have been because her stupid taste buds had gone totallyMoreausince getting married.I can’t function unless my drinks are bitter like my corporate soul.
What Alicia couldn’t finish, her wife downed in one shot. When that wasn’t enough, Danica bought a whisky sour for them to share at the bar. By then, Alicia was already tipsy enough to twirl her hair on her fingers and sidle up next to the sexiest woman in the club.
“You are killing me in these clothes. Why haven’t you worn them before now?” Alicia couldn’t keep her hands off the leather and soft cotton beneath. Next, she would be feeling up that denim in front of these supposedly nice people. Right behind her, two co-eds vied for the same young man. The three of them were about to go grind on the dancefloor at this rate. Alicia couldn’t wait to join them.
“You seemed content with the expensive clothes.” Danica sipped her drink before kissing her wife’s lips. The taste of whisky was strong. “Maybe I didn’t want to upset our balance.”
“Sometimes it’s nice to know that deep down you’re a normal woman, Danica.”
“Am I? Darn. There goes my façade. This whole time I thought I was raised a rich bitch, silver spoon and everything.”
“I like it when you get rid of any façades.” Alicia wanted this jacket off Danica and onher. “You have to think of things frommy point of view. I’ve married into one of the richest families in New England. I constantly feel like I’m wading through a mire of ways I can fuck up. Nice to know we can be on the same level, sometimes.”
“Oh, my sweet love,” Danica purred into her drink. “We are always on the same level. You still have no idea how much I feel like a fool when we’re together.”
“A fool? How?” This had to be good. The idea that her wife could be a fool was so absurd.
“Easy. I see you…” she touched Alicia’s nose, “and I want to do all sorts of disgusting things to you.” Mm, she was getting tipsy too, wasn’t she? Excellent. “It’s all I can think about when you’re sitting next to me. How soon can I get inside you, Alicia? You want to know why I like leashing you? Because then I get the veneer of control. It’s what keeps me separated from the animals.”
“Here I was going to say you’re free to ravage me like a beast any time, ma’am.”
“I thought I was already doing that?”
“When we go on a real honeymoon, I’m hoping you’ll do more than what is considered socially acceptable.”
“Yes, a real honeymoon.” Danica put their empty glass down on the bar. “Until then, it’s Thursday nights in the club.”
Alicia glanced at the crowded dancefloor. “Shall we, Mistress?”
