Page 13 of Master Class

Tonight.

9 pm. Sharp.

Clarissa read the message twice, and then stuffed the phone back into her handbag. Her fingers started trembling with excitement.

“I’m here,” Clarissa spoke into her phone and turned off the engine. The car sat ticking and pinging in the sudden eerie silence.

“Describe what you see,” Nick Edge insisted.

“Just a dirt parking area, like a camp site.”

“What else?”

“Trees,” she held the phone to her ear as she peered through the windshield. “There are trees all around the edges of the clearing… and I can see the lights of the city, far away.”

Edge grunted. “That’s why it’s called Martha’s Lookout.”

Clarissa unfastened her seatbelt. It was a dark night. There was no moon, but she could see stars through the scudding clouds. The silence pressed down on her; something that wasn’t real, but sensed. Somehow the night felt alive and restless.

“Are there any other cars nearby?” the man’s voice was detached; almost disinterested.

“Yes. There’s another parked car about forty feet away.”

“Can you see what kind of car it is?”

“Not really. It’s some kind of SUV. And there is a light on.”

“Inside the car?”

“Yes.”

There was a moment of silence and in the empty space Clarissa took the precaution of locking her car’s doors.

“Can you see anything happening?”

“In the car?”

“Yes… or around it.”

Clarissa frowned and stared through her driver’s side window. The SUV seemed to be moving. She knew that couldn’t be right. It was parked. There were no headlights. She could hear no engine noise. She looked more closely and thought she saw a dark figure pass in front of the light. It was the silhouette of a man.

“There is a man walking around the side of the SUV!” she hissed in an urgent whisper, sensing a premonition of panic.

“Just one man?”

Clarissa stared down at the phone incredulously, but before she answered on impulse, she looked back to the SUV. Incredibly, she saw the shape of a second man, standing near the back of the parked vehicle.

“Shit!” she whispered. “There are two of them. I think they’re trying to break into the SUV. I need to call 911.”

“No,” Nick Edge’s voice became sharp. “Don’t call anyone.”

“But…”

“They’re not breaking into the other car,” Edge assured her. He sounded suddenly amused. “They’re looking for sex.”

Clarissa blinked. A hot flush washed over her.

“They’re what?” she turned her head and peered more closely into the nearby trees, her panic rising.

“The lookout is a place where people go when they want to offer strangers anonymous sex. That’s why I sent you tonight. Most likely there are several men watching you right now. They’re waiting…”

“Waiting? For what?”

“For you to turn on a light.”

All the blood drained away from Clarissa’s face. She stared again at the SUV and now that she knew what to look for, she could see the distinct shape of a man standing at the driver’s side window. Inside the vehicle, her hair haloed by the cockpit light, was a woman. She was leaning out of the car towards the waiting man.

Clarissa swallowed, and licked her lips nervously. She could feel a jangle of nerves run down the length of her spine. She felt trapped, like prey that had been hunted into a corner.

“Are you still there?” Edge’s voice over the phone brought her dazedly back to the precarious situation she was in.

“Yes… yes, I am.”

She heard Edge draw a deep breath. “So what are you going to do, Clarissa? You have a choice.”

“I do?”

“Of course,” Edge’s voice rose in challenge. “You can drive away now, and end your submissive training… or you can turn on a light and give pleasure to any strangers that come to your window.”

“That sounds dangerous,” Clarissa interjected. “It’s unsafe.”

“It’s not,” the sudden sharp and dismissive tone of Edge shocked her. His voice made Clarissa flinch.

“How do you know?”

There was anoth

er pause, this one somehow ominous. “Do you think you are the first submissive I have sent to that lookout?”

Clarissa didn’t know the answer, but still the man’s logic eluded her. She licked her lips again. Her mouth felt dry. “I… I’m not sure about this…”

“Then leave,” Edge snapped. “Drive away now. Go back to your safe apartment on your quiet street and live out the rest of your dreary life. Delete my number and never try to contact me again.” She heard rustles and scuffles down the line, and she shouted urgently into the phone.

“Wait! Wait…” she could hear Edge’s breathing. “I’ll do it,” she capitulated. She knew she didn’t have a choice, and deeper down – on a layer far below her surface uncertainty – was a simmering flame of deep arousal, ignited by the outrageous anonymity of the situation.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Then turn on a light and wind down your window. And keep the phone line open. I want to hear what you’re doing. Tell me everything that happens.”

Clarissa put the phone on speaker and dropped it onto the passenger seat. She thumbed a switch on the center console, and her window slid down about half way. Then she reached a shaking hand for the light in the roof of the car’s cabin.

The light lit the interior in a soft sterile glow. Clarissa blinked owlishly.

“The light is on,” she said, a little louder than normal to make sure that Edge heard her clearly. She felt like she was on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Are you nervous?” Edge’s voice sounded tinny through the phone’s little speaker.

“Yes, Master. Very.”

“Are you excited?”

“Yes,” the confession was stolen from Clarissa’s lips in a secretive hiss.

Edge said nothing for a long moment, then his voice came again, almost like he was whispering. “Tell me what is happening.”

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