With my hand still wrapped around the door handle to the ladies’ room, I looked in the direction of the voice.Gross! It’s that fucking pig man from the other night.
“Hello, Shane,” I mumbled. I tried not to let my annoyance with his existence seep through my tone. Tone was everything, James had said. I took a deep breath and tried to channel my inner James.Oh, God. What I wouldn’t do to have James in me.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked obnoxiously.
I raised one of my eyebrows at him. I quickly went back to our last terrible session. No. Nope. No mention of rescheduling jack shit. Be polite and respectful, James would say.
“I’m sorry, I can’t recall what I might be forgetting. Did we—”
“Sir, Ali. Sir. You’re forgetting the title prior to my name. Sir Shane. You were supposed to say, ‘Hello, Sir Shane,’ but you failed, and I am bringing it to your attention.” Shane huffed and stalked toward me.
I literally bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from speaking right then. That title was reserved for those who earned it. This guy gave me the absolute creeps. He hadn’t even been a member here very long, and I recognized him as one of those pretend Doms or Tops. They just moved from club to club preying on people. Shane ran his hand through his erratic red hair, and I suddenly thought of the joke that Josh and I had about him. We both thought Shane looked like the school groundskeeper onThe Simpsons. He even had the jaundice skin going on, which earned him the nickname “pig man” from Josh and me. I quickly stifled the laugh that escaped my mouth, and I tried to mask my laughter with a cough, but it was too late. My cheek was stinging, and I blinked a few times to make sure that I comprehended what had just happened.He is so fucking lucky I’m in a good mood.
“What is so hilarious to you, Ali?” he demanded as he set the hand that he had slapped me with on his hip.
Ali? Only my friends call me Ali, you fucking pig.
“Everyone warned me about you and your mouth. They said only one man here has been able to control you.” Shane made a big production out of looking up and down the empty hallway. “But it looks like even he left you.”
It wasn't like that, and I wasn't listening to shit from this pig anymore.
“My name is Alison. ‘Ali’ is reserved for my few friends—”
“Then I bet you don’t hear it often,” he interrupted me. I moved away from the door to the locker room and folded my arms across my chest.
“Did you need or want something from me?”
“I wanted to talk to you about playing tonight. It seems you could use a little attitude adjustment.”
As fucking if. I would never step into a room with this pig again.Politely decline, I told myself … even though he deserved no manners from me.
“Thank you for the offer. However, I have plans this evening,” I said firmly.
He actually looked stunned or shocked that I didn’t jump at the opportunity to play with him again. Shane laughed, shook his head, and took another step closer to me. His gross scent filled my space, but I wasn’t going to move. He didn’t intimidate me, and I recognized that was exactly what he was trying to do. Pig man was trying to intimidate me and strong arm me into a play session tonight. He was talking to the wrong girl.
“You already have a session planned?”
“Yes.”
“How? You just arrived.”
How does he know that? Was he in the main room when I came in? No … he came from the other direction near the men’s locker room.
“I have a prearranged session.”
“With whom?”
You’re not James. You don’t get to know shit, you fucking pig.
“I don’t have to disclose that. As a Top, you’re supposed to know that I don’t have to disclose who I have sessions with,” I reminded him.
Since his flesh was quite pale, even in the dim lighting of the hallway I was able to see his cheeks color red.
“Are you going to let him fuck you?”
“That’s my business. This conversation is done,” I said and turned toward the locker room door.
“Is he going to grab those love handles? You do know that you have lots of flesh for a man to grab, right?”
