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Could you get a message out to one for me then? I have a date tonight, and I need to change the preparation instructions.

Who’s the member? And what are the instructions? I will send those to her on your behalf.

I quickly typed out her first name, and it dawned on me that I had no idea what her last name was. It didn’t matter. Hawke seemed to know exactly who she was which was no surprise. He personally reviewed each and every application, and he reviewed them periodically even after granting membership. I’d actually been afraid he would revoke my membership after I had pulled the rug out from under Emery Wilder, but he understood I’d just been doing my job, just as I understood he was just doing his now.

Four

SHELBY

This day seemed to be longer than any other recently, and there was only one reason why. Master Easton. Sir Easton. Or was he simply okay with me calling him Easton? Not wanting to focus on the man himself, I chose to just agonize over the correct way to address him. If I allowed my thoughts to go any further, I would then be inundated with fantasies about what he would do to me. If I gave them any attention, I would never make it to our date tonight.

It was yet another reason why I threw myself into work. With it being the beginning of the month, I was able to fill most of the day with administrative work. I had a team of twelve who helped me keep all five Oasis Spa locations going, but I always did so much of the work myself. Rising from the ashes of poverty in Los Angeles, I had moved to Denver for school and had stayed here after graduation, never looking back at my past. It didn’t mean that I had forgotten where I came from, only that I wouldn’t let it define me.

I had been midway through the expense report for the location inside of the most glitziest hotel in the city when I received a text message. At first, I hadn’t even wanted to see who it was. Lately, I’d been receiving weird ones from unknown numbers in various area codes. An inner voice urged me to check it anyway, so I decided to give my eyes a break after staring at numbers all day. Thankfully, that voice had been right.

This is Hawke from Syn. I wanted to confirm that you have a scene with Easton this evening?

I wasn’t quite sure how he would know that, and if so, why it would be concerning enough for him to reach out to me. Worry immediately filled me, so I quickly typed back a response.

I do. Is there a problem?

I was sure if Easton had changed his mind that he would’ve just told me so, but then again, he didn’t have my number. I didn’t have his, either. None of that was uncommon since the regular lives of members didn’t often intertwine.

Are you still there?

Yes, I am. Easton reached out to me with a few requests for you and your scene with him this evening.

Relief filled me as I leaned back in my chair.

What sort of requests?

Hawke then filled me in on the fact that Easton wanted me to give him a massage. I had thought about it the night before when sitting on his lap, and evidently he had as well if this was what he wanted me to do. I wasn’t disappointed because the type of massage he wanted had a lot of potential. I quickly fired off all of the equipment I would need, then made a mental note about the type of oils and lotions I wanted to bring with me.

Easton had also given Hawke instructions he intended for me to follow, and knowing he would walk in to find me with my face down and ass up made me wet. It also made me more than just a bit antsy so the rest of the afternoon was spent in relative discomfort. By the time I left my office, I made a stop down in the spa to gather a few things before heading home to shower.

Wear something in pink. I still shook my head at that. I’d told him that it was the least flattering color on me, but he was intent on trying to change my mind. It wouldn’t be that hard to do seeing as the man could coerce me into doing anything. Thankfully, I loved the color enough to have a few items in it, so I made sure to wear the pink lace set of lingerie under my dress.

I finished getting ready, then headed off to the club. Upon arrival at Syn, I saw Caine and Bruce standing near the door as they checked the memberships of those wanting to gain entry. A few months back, the club had gone to a card scanning system that had up-to-date information on each membership so I made sure to have mine out when I reached the front door.

“Evenin’, Darlin,” Caine said, and I couldn’t hide the automatic shiver his voice evoked.

“Good evening,” I responded with a smile.

The man was incredibly good looking, as were most of the Dominants at the club. This particular one was best friends with the owner, Hawke, and dating a socialite I’d known about for years in Emery Wilder. She’d run into some trouble a while back, but I hadn’t paid too much attention to it. I usually only concerned myself with things that were my business, and her familial or societal issues were hers alone. Still, she and Caine made an unlikely pair, but a very hot one at that. Just a few weeks ago, he had publicly punished her on stage, and there likely hadn’t been a single submissive there who hadn’t wished to be in those stocks that night.

Lucky for me, I didn’t have to fantasize about unavailable men because I had one who would be meeting me in less than fifteen minutes. Easton was every bit as sexy as Caine, Hawke, or any other man there. To me, he might’ve been even more so, especially after the way he so effortlessly touched me the night before.

“Everything checks out. Enjoy your evening, Miss,” Bruce told me.

I slipped my card back into my bag and hurried inside. Hawke had told me he would have the massage equipment waiting for me in room 5, so I walked straight there instead of heading to the bar like I usually did. There was no need to look for a partner, and it alleviated a lot of the pre-scene jitters I was often afflicted with. Despite my stature in the business community, I still felt like an imposter around the socialites who flocked to this place like moths to a flame.

I entered the room, and after glancing at the time display on my iPhone, I quickly moved into action. I started by stripping my dress off and laying it carefully over the back of the chair in the corner away from the actual play scene. Next, I laid out the assortment of items I’d brought with me before slipping my feet out of my high heels.

The concrete floor was cold beneath my soles, but I didn’t intend to be on them for long. Remembering the final instructions from Hawke’s earlier text message, I slowly lowered myself to my knees. Easton would be here any minute, and while leaving myself exposed and vulnerable was still a new thing for me, I thought about the night before and finished getting in position.

By the time I was on my hands and knees with my face to the floor and my ass up in the air, I exhaled deeply. The anticipation was killing me, but this unfulfilled aching he’d left with me yesterday was even worse. Tonight, I would get over these first time with him jitters, and I’d hopefully get a few orgasms to alleviate the frustration.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

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