“Oh, just, uh…” He clears his throat. “College flag football.”
“Flag football?” I arch a brow. “For a second I thought you might be in the NFL. You’re pretty…buff.”
He laughs. “Ha! Good one. Nah. I’m not that good.”
I reach out, touch his shoulder. Solid. Warm. “Uh, yeah. You kind of are.”
We keep talking. I tell him my family owns a restaurant—though I leave out the location—and how my ideas for menu updates never go over well.
“Change is hard,” he says, sincere. “Especially when things have always worked a certain way.”
It’s surreal—sitting in a sex club, connecting with someone who makes me feel like I might want to get a beer with himoutsideof this place.
Eventually, our conversation shifts back to the reason we’re both here.
“So…” I ask, cautiously. “Have you tried any of this stuff before?”
He’s about to answer—when a tall woman with glowing skin and legs for days walks up.
“I’m Alexandria,” she says. “Mind if I sit?”
Before I can respond, she gestures to the spaceI’msitting in. I scoot aside, and she plants herself between us.
“I’m Irish,” she offers brightly, “so I tan really easily.”
Thor smiles. “I’m part Italian, part Polish. I get my hand gestures from the Italian side, but I tan like I’m Polish.”
I introduce myself, but Alexandria only half-registers it. She’s clearly interested inhim.
“So,” she leans in, “are you both subs or doms? Watching everything tonight, do you feel pulled one way or the other?”
“Coming here made me realize I’m definitely more of a dom,” Thor says. “My ex and I tried it all. I gave being a sub a shot—wasn’t for me. She loved being a sub. I like being in control. And I like taking care of my partner. Making sure she feels good. Safe. Seen.”
His openness is… hot. There’s zero shame in it. Just confidence and clarity.
“Youtriedbeing a sub?” I laugh, surprised.
“I’ll try anything once,” he says easily. “But yeah. I like to lead.”
“That’s good self-awareness,” Alexandria says approvingly. Then her eyes land on me. “What about you, Luna?”
I freeze. “I’m… not sure.”
“Oh, come on,” she nudges. “This is a safe space.”
My heart pounds.God, this isn’t exactly dinner conversation in my world.
“What’s the one where the guy’s in charge?” I ask, trying to sound breezy.
“Sub,” Alexandria says.
“I like that,” I admit. “I think. I mean, I’ve never tried.”
“Youthink?” she presses, playful.
“I’ve just… never been in this world. It’s all so much. Kind of a sensory overload.”
“Same,” Thor says. “It’s sexy in theory, but seeing it live is a lot.”
