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“Oh, fuck off,” I said, pushing her shoulder.

“Come on, let's pay, go watch some bad romance movies and eat junk food,” she said, waving our waitress over.

“I’ll pass on the junk food unless it's those cookie dough balls you know I love so much,” I said, batting my eyes.

“Fine, you brat. I’ll make you some balls, since I know you love them so much,” she laughed, pulling out her credit card to pay.

I shook my head feeling better about Camila and Luke even though I had no idea what to do with them. Cheryl inspired me to try and go with the flow but I didn’t know if I could do that. It didn’t hurt to try, right?

Cheryl and I walked to her apartment in comfortable silence. The weather was getting colder and I was not looking forward to snow. When fall hit, I always wondered why I stayed here and not in sunny California or Florida where I would be enjoying the warmth all year long. Cheryl loved it here and it seemed to be a small price to pay to stay near her.

We walked into her building when my phone rang. I knew who it was even before I looked at the screen. Excitement burned through me at the thought of another session with them.

“Hello,” I purred.

“Mistress?”

Luke calling me mistress was like an aphrodisiac. I wanted more.

“Yes, pet?”

“Camila and I would like to know if another session with you was possible?”

His voice was timid and submissive. For him being a big man—one that played such an aggressive sport—I would not have guessed he was so submissive. When he was on his knees for me,the power dynamic felt like it was so much more, and it turned me on.

“Are you sure you're ready for another session?” I knew I was dragging this out.

“Yes, Mistress,” Luke said, and I heard Camila in the background too. “We are ready.”

“Have you discussed what happened? Your likes and dislikes?” I walked into the elevator feeling exposed to Cheryl even though she knew everything about what I did.

“Yes, we have discussed it and we would like another session, but this time…” He took a deep breath. “We would like it if Camila had a little more hands-on experience.”

I couldn’t contain my smirk because, while I had a lot of fun with Luke, I knew I would have even more fun with Camila.

“Ok. Friday at the club, be there at nine,” I said.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied immediately.

“I’ll see you soon, pet, and tell your wife I’d like to see her in some leather again and no sex till I see you,” I said, exiting the elevator, feeling Cheryl's eyes on me.

“Of course, Mistress,” they said together. “We can’t wait.”

I hung up as we entered her apartment.

“Genny, I think you have it bad,” Cheryl said, leaving her keys on her entry table and kicking off her shoes.

I kicked off my shoes as I followed her. My body grew aroused from thinking about what I could do to them. All I could think of was Camila on her knees for me. She would look so fucking sexy on her knees.

“Maybe, but I can’t explain why I feel like this,” I said, sitting on the island while she grabbed things for my favorite dessert.

“I think this is a good thing,” she said, smiling up at me while she put the ingredients in a bowl. “We’ve been alone for too long and it's time we start letting people in.”

“Easier said than done,” I sighed. “I want to have something different, but a part of me is fucking terrified.”

“I know that feeling too well, sister.” Cheryl frowned. “I think we need to let go of all the baggage we have from mom. We are not her and we both know it. We have successful businesses; we don’t need a man to know we are awesome people. In the end, I think we need to start putting ourselves out there and if nothing happens, then it wasn’t meant to be.”

“That sounds like a bad excuse to make us feel better,” I smirked. “We are probably the problem.”

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