“Hello, Ms. Struthers.” The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen addresses me as she checks her coat. I’ve seen her in the bar with a man kneeling at her side like a pet. She’s even more breathtaking up close and intimidating as hell. Her raven-black hair cascades down her back, a stark juxtaposition to her porcelain skin. Her curves are slight, but feminine, and her legs go on for miles.
“Hello.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t bite. I’m Genevieve,” she says, offering her slender hand in greeting.
“I’m Aspen.”
“Yes, I’m aware. Are you working this evening?” She looks me up and down, answering her own question.
“No, not tonight.”
“I didn’t realize you were interested in the lifestyle.”
“I’m not. I don’t think. I’m not sure why I’m here. I went for a walk to clear my head. I had a fight with my best friend. I just sort of ended up in the lobby.”
“Would you like to join me for a drink? I meant it when I said I don’t bite. I’m meeting a friend who is a little confused about this place too.”
“Oh. I don’t want to crash your evening.”
“Aspen,” she says, linking her arm through mine. “First things first. No apologizing unless it’s to your Dom or submissive.”
“Which are you?” I’m about to say sorry for asking such a personal question, but she’s quick to answer with a bright smile.
“The former. Thank you for asking. Most would assume I’m a submissive, but I like to think I can pull off some ‘big dick’ energy around here.” Her gentle laughter has me grinning, a little less intimidated. “Let’s have a drink.”
“Thank you.”
As we enter the bar, I’m taken aback by the splendor of every surface. I don’t usually take notice after a long shift, but it’s stunning. It’s the height of luxury. I am most definitely underdressed.
Another beautiful woman beams at the Domme beside me as we reach the bar.
“Jenna, this is Aspen. She makes all that decadent food up on the rooftop.”
The bombshell redhead stands from her stool and welcomes me with a hug. “Hey. Your food is to die for.”
“Thank you. Chef Stevens put together a wonderful menu.”
She giggles. “I’ve never heard anyone call Ry that before. That’s hot.”
“He’s my… mentor.” I suppose we’ll never be any more than that now.
“He’s gorgeous. How do you get any work done?”
“I…”
Genevieve beckons me to take a seat, and to my delight, Eli appears. A familiar face in the crowd. “Good evening, ladies. What can I get you?”
“Three Cosmopolitans, please, Eli,” Genevieve says with absolute confidence. She does exude ‘big dick’ energy, as she calls it.
“I’m underdressed. Everyone in here looks so glamorous.”
“You look gorgeous,” Genevieve reassures me.
“Thanks.” I tuck a loose tendril behind my ear before taking a sip of my drink.
“Are you in the lifestyle?” Jenna asks.
“No. The extent of my knowledge is what I’ve gleaned working here.”
