I prescribe a session at Malone’s to pep you up.”
Kari shook her head. “Thanks, but not tonight. I’m going home and crawl into a hot bathtub with a shot of bourbon on the rocks.”
“Jeez, Kari. You’re no fun.” The woman pretended to pout then grinned. “I’ll have an extra drink for you. But maybe this weekend we can do something to celebrate.”
“Maybe,” Kari answered in a noncommittal voice.
By the time she’d locked her office, retrieved her car from the parking garage and finally reached her Craftsman-style bungalow, she was sure a hundred people had shaken her hand or pounded her on the back. Invited her out for drinks. Dinner. Whatever. She wasn’t objecting, though. The congratulations were well deserved. But the person she really wanted to celebrate with was…where? She had no idea, except he wasn’t here. And hadn’t been for a few weeks.
At least she had to assume he wasn’t, since he hadn’t got in touch with her. She’d hate to think it was the alternative…that he’d lost interest in her.
She hadn’t been to The Edge since the last night she’d spent with Sir and tonight she had an itch to at least hang out. It was exhibition night, which always drew a crowd. And maybe there’d be someone to draw her interest for just a few hours. She hadn’t played with any of her usual Doms in quite a while.
Kari treated herself to the luxurious bubble bath she’d been dreaming about since the trial verdict was handed down, sipping on a Jack Daniel’s on the rocks while she let the hot water caress her skin. The liquor was just enough to ease the accumulated tension of the past weeks and give her a slight buzz. She chose a red satin number from her closet with a short skirt, a high neck and an open back down to the top of her ass. Red stilettos and dangling earrings completed the outfit. A spray of her favourite perfume and she was ready.
Bruno greeted her at the door with a smile.
“We’ve missed you. Your Doms have been asking about you.”
“But not…?”
He shook his head, the smile disappearing. “Unfortunately, no. I’m so sorry. But don’t give up hope. He will return. I promise.”
“From your lips,” she told him with a wry grin.
“The first exhibition is about to begin,” he told her. “The area is crowded but let me buzz Mike and make sure he finds a seat for you.” He picked up the house phone and began speaking into it.
There were two large rooms where performances took place. They were surrounded by glass with drapes that could be closed when the rooms were not in use. They also had audio so every word and sound could be heard. The lounge circled it for maximum viewing.
Mike, the dungeon master, was waiting for her as she entered the lounge area, and took her arm.
“I have a seat for you at the bar,” he told her. “You’ll be able to see better from there.”
Even though she hadn’t come to play tonight, Kari ordered a club soda with lime and swivelled around on the raised bar stool to see what was happening.
A platform had been placed in the centre of the room and on it a padded bench. Beside the platform was the usual table with a variety of implements and toys, available for whatever the Dom chose to use that night. Sometimes the performance was a demonstration of a particular technique, such as the use of the single tail whip or a flogger or the cat-o’-nine-tails, which required extensive talent to use or a sub could be badly hurt. Sometimes it was just a performance by people for whom exhibitionism added to the height of their arousal. Knowing that a crowd of people could watch them fucking in a variety of ways was a huge turn-on for them. She enjoyed watching and hoped that tonight it would help relieve some of her sexual tension, which none of her toys had been able to do.
A door at the side of the room opened and three people entered, all of whom Kari recognised. A muscular blond man named Jaden, and Trent, leaner with hair the
Kari shook her head. “Thanks, but not tonight. I’m going home and crawl into a hot bathtub with a shot of bourbon on the rocks.”
“Jeez, Kari. You’re no fun.” The woman pretended to pout then grinned. “I’ll have an extra drink for you. But maybe this weekend we can do something to celebrate.”
“Maybe,” Kari answered in a noncommittal voice.
By the time she’d locked her office, retrieved her car from the parking garage and finally reached her Craftsman-style bungalow, she was sure a hundred people had shaken her hand or pounded her on the back. Invited her out for drinks. Dinner. Whatever. She wasn’t objecting, though. The congratulations were well deserved. But the person she really wanted to celebrate with was…where? She had no idea, except he wasn’t here. And hadn’t been for a few weeks.
At least she had to assume he wasn’t, since he hadn’t got in touch with her. She’d hate to think it was the alternative…that he’d lost interest in her.
She hadn’t been to The Edge since the last night she’d spent with Sir and tonight she had an itch to at least hang out. It was exhibition night, which always drew a crowd. And maybe there’d be someone to draw her interest for just a few hours. She hadn’t played with any of her usual Doms in quite a while.
Kari treated herself to the luxurious bubble bath she’d been dreaming about since the trial verdict was handed down, sipping on a Jack Daniel’s on the rocks while she let the hot water caress her skin. The liquor was just enough to ease the accumulated tension of the past weeks and give her a slight buzz. She chose a red satin number from her closet with a short skirt, a high neck and an open back down to the top of her ass. Red stilettos and dangling earrings completed the outfit. A spray of her favourite perfume and she was ready.
Bruno greeted her at the door with a smile.
“We’ve missed you. Your Doms have been asking about you.”
“But not…?”
He shook his head, the smile disappearing. “Unfortunately, no. I’m so sorry. But don’t give up hope. He will return. I promise.”
“From your lips,” she told him with a wry grin.
“The first exhibition is about to begin,” he told her. “The area is crowded but let me buzz Mike and make sure he finds a seat for you.” He picked up the house phone and began speaking into it.
There were two large rooms where performances took place. They were surrounded by glass with drapes that could be closed when the rooms were not in use. They also had audio so every word and sound could be heard. The lounge circled it for maximum viewing.
Mike, the dungeon master, was waiting for her as she entered the lounge area, and took her arm.
“I have a seat for you at the bar,” he told her. “You’ll be able to see better from there.”
Even though she hadn’t come to play tonight, Kari ordered a club soda with lime and swivelled around on the raised bar stool to see what was happening.
A platform had been placed in the centre of the room and on it a padded bench. Beside the platform was the usual table with a variety of implements and toys, available for whatever the Dom chose to use that night. Sometimes the performance was a demonstration of a particular technique, such as the use of the single tail whip or a flogger or the cat-o’-nine-tails, which required extensive talent to use or a sub could be badly hurt. Sometimes it was just a performance by people for whom exhibitionism added to the height of their arousal. Knowing that a crowd of people could watch them fucking in a variety of ways was a huge turn-on for them. She enjoyed watching and hoped that tonight it would help relieve some of her sexual tension, which none of her toys had been able to do.
A door at the side of the room opened and three people entered, all of whom Kari recognised. A muscular blond man named Jaden, and Trent, leaner with hair the
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