Chapter 48
This time Jamie felt no hesitation entering the BDSM club. Why should she hesitate when she had Etta with her? The woman had enough confidence for the both of them – and that man, and that woman, and the girl behind the coat check, who greeted them both with a flirty look as she took Jamie’s jacket.
“You are the most ravishing woman here,” Etta mumbled in Jamie’s ear as they wandered through the main room. The place was packed. Not as packed as last time, but with no scheduled shows going on, it was a good amount of regulars and their guests. Jamie wasn’t surprised to see their kinkiest friends there, and had no qualms coiling herself around Etta as they sat on a comfortable couch in the midst of couples getting tipsy on cocktails and each other.
All but two, anyway.
“We’re trying not to get drunk,” Kathleen explained to Jamie when they had a moment to chat – but not about work. “Vegas took a toll on us.”
“What happened?”
Ira interrupted their girlfriend. “Ever hear that phrase ‘What stays in Vegas?’ Yeah, that. We’re pleadingthe Fifth. For all eternity.”
“Besides, shouldn’t y’all be grilling the pregnant woman?”
Monique, who sat on another couch waiting for her wife to get back from the restroom, gave Kathleen a terse look. “I’m pregnant, not dead inside.”
“Quite the contrary,” Jem said, appearing right behind Monique. “She’s got double the life inside of her.”
“Why, thank you for noticing, Ms. Merange.”
“Not a problem. Gwenny always says I’m an observant bitch.”
Jamie chose then to get up, hand lingering in Etta’s as she looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. “I’ll get us a drink… ma’am.” She couldn’t help but titter. “Whatever you want. You relax here while I take care of you.”
That must’ve been music to Etta’s ears. She asked for something with whiskey, and Jamie was off, sauntering up to the nearest bar to ask for something good.
“Are you Jamie Joy?”
She turned to see a young woman wearing nothing but a pink negligee and a nondescript collar around her neck. The woman didn’t even have a bra on – her nipples were as prominent as the moon in the sky outside. “Yeah, I’m her. Can I help you?”
“You don’t know me. I just wanted to say that you’re really pretty and I’ve always loved seeing your pictures in the papers.”
“Is that so?” No one had ever said that to Jamie before. Not earnestly, anyway. “Thanks.”
“I also love your collar. Is that from Ms. Coleman?”
Jamie leaned against the bar. “It sure is. Real sapphires.”
“Wow.” The woman had an unlit cigarette in her hand, which she pretended to smoke.Probably for the oral fixation.It was rampant in the club. “I hadn’t heard that you two Domme/sub. I like it, though. You’re a hot couple.”
Jamie tried not to blush. “Thanks.”
The bartender handed her the drink she ordered. “See you around,” the stranger said.
“Yeah. See you around.” Jamie snatched the drink and returned to where Etta sat, legs casually crossed and arm snaked along the back of the couch. Jamie handed her the drink and sat with her shoulder curling toward her fiancée’s. “Hope it’s to your liking, ma’am.”
She took one sip before handing it back to Jamie. “Everything is absolutely perfect.” When Jamie put the drink on the table in front of them, Etta pulled her back into an embrace – and beyond.
Jamie was against the back of the couch, Etta on top of her, lips hitting hers as hard as they dared while a frisky tongue dove into her mouth. Jamie barely had time to register her fiancée – her Domme – getting handsy before she realized a good number of people watched.
Holy shit.They had never made out like this in front of others. Etta did not like sharing!
This was already their wildest night ever, and Jamie didn’t feel a single ounce of shame. She did, however, need another drink of the liquor before diving back into Makeout Junction.
“There’s something you don’t see every day,” someone mumbled. Jamie shrieked against Etta’s mouth to feel her slide a hand between the legs. “Damn, they’re kinda hot.”
“Quick. Ply them with more liquor. Maybe they’ll fuck right there.”
