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I didn’t know what to say, did I ask how to get in? Would that be weird?

“Luke?”

“Yeah, I’m here, I was just thinking, I didn’t know classes like these were available,” I said, my nerves making me stumble on my words.

“Are you interested?” Vincent asked without a hint of judgment.

“Maybe…” I said.

“Genevieve is a great teacher and I think she said she has a class next week. She usually holds them at her home or at the local sex club,” he sounded amused. “I know you were interested in New York, are you ready to dip your toes into our lifestyle?”

“I told Camila I wanted to be dominated,” I blurted.

“What did she say?” he asked.

“Uh… well, I said it at therapy, and we didn’t discuss it until she got home. It was a little awkward,” I said, rubbing my neck.

“Well, I’m sure it was, but this is good. You've been curious for a few years, but I know it’s been a rough few years,” he said, sympathy lacing his tone. “Maybe this will bring you closer. This lifestyle is about trust and communication.”

“She looked it up on a porn site, might have scared her off,” I laughed nervously.

“Mierda, yeah, then you definitely need to come to a class,” he said with a little chuckle. “Let me speak to Genevieve and see if she has any spots for next week and I’ll get back to you.”

“Thanks, I’d appreciate that,” I said, relieved.

“Of course, I think this will be great for you both,” he said, sounding more confident than I felt. “Genevieve does one-on-one classes too so that might be an option and if I'm not mistaken she also is up for some fun by the hour.”

“Oh, I don’t know if we need by the hour,” I said. “We might want to dip our toes in first.”

“Of course, do whatever you feel comfortable with,” he said. “Look, I have to go, but I’ll let you know what she says.”

“Thanks, Vincent,” I said, relieved.

“Anytime, talk to you later,” he said.

“Bye,” I said and hung up the phone while laughing to myself.

It felt like the universe was giving us a sign and I would be stupid to let this pass us by.

I chickenedout when Camila came home. She was animated, excited about this potential client. It was the most high-profile client she had ever had. It was a wedding dress, and while she isn’t exactly fond of wedding dresses, she said it was going to be enough for us to be comfortable for a while. We had never lived a lavish lifestyle and my salary was nowhere close to where it used to be, so we’ve been more aware that big trips are something we can’t do on a whim anymore.

She was too excited, and I figured she deserved to revel in her accomplishments instead of thinking about my sexual curiosity. That night I thought about the different scenarios, and how this could all go terribly wrong, but the following night I didn’t even have to bring it up.

I had just sat down after serving us dessert. I made a brownie with homemade vanilla bean ice cream and a shot of espresso on top. It was heaven in dessert form.

“This is delicious, Cariño,” she said, before taking another bite.

“Thank you,” I said as I watched her eat.

She moaned, making my brain short circuit. A small drip of ice cream fell on top of her breast. I licked my lips unconsciously, desperate to lick the ice cream off of her. My pants felt a little tighter watching her devour the ice cream and brownie.

“I was thinking maybe we need to find out if there is a sex club in the area,” she said casually.

Her statement caught me off guard and I coughed on my brownie.

“Shit, sorry,” she chuckled, giving me my cup of water.

I cleared my throat. “I didn’t expect those words.” I coughed one more time.

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