Page 16 of Whatever Lola Wants

“I like to fight. I don’t particularly care if I win, that part doesn’t matter to me. But I need the struggle.”

“I assume you’re smart enough to spell that out in pre-scene negotiations.”

She chuckled. “Of course.”

“So you’re not trying to anger a top, or push him—or her—into punishing you?”

She shook her head. “Not at all. It’s part of the game for me. Part of the play. The escaping is an easy way to fire the starting gun.” Then she grinned. “And it’s fun.”

“It sounds like it would be quite a show. You said on the phone you had some questions?”

Lola nodded. “A lot of clubs I’ve been to are uneasy with a switch. It always makes people more comfortable if they can put people into boxes that make sense to them—even in an out-of-the-box lifestyle. I wanted to find out if you have a policy I should be aware of.”

He contemplated her silently for a moment before shaking his head. “We’ve had a switch or two visit us, but most of our membership falls squarely into the Dom or sub categories. However, as long as your negotiations are clear and you’re honest with potential play partners, that’s all we require.”

“Do you have a lot of members who enjoy blood play?”

He frowned slightly. “Not many, no. Why do you ask?”

“Needle play is a form of blood play, though it doesn’t usually get too messy. I just wondered if you have a designated area for blood sports.”

“Ah.” He tapped his fingers together again. “It would be restricted to the lower dungeon, preferably the medical room. It’s best equipped for easy cleanup. However, if it’s unavailable, there are other spaces that could be equipped on the fly.”

She nodded. “That’s good to know.”

“Any other questions?”

“Just one.” She smiled at him. “How do I fill out an application?”

He picked up a tablet and held it out. “You’re welcome to stay tonight as a guest, but you’ll need to fill this out and return it before your membership can be officially approved. Since you’re a switch, I’ve included the forms we use for both Dominants and submissives. If you intend to bottom at all in the club, the submissive form is not optional.”

She took the tablet and scrolled through. It didn’t look all that different from the application she’d filled out for The Spot in San Francisco. She glanced up. “I assume you require a standard health screen, STI testing?”

He nodded. “You’re welcome to have it done at with your regular doctor. We just require a copy of the results. And we’ll need that before you’re allowed to do any kind of play involving bodily fluids, including sex.”

She nodded and reached into the toy bag, coming up with an envelope with confidential stamped across the sealed flap. “I took the liberty.”

He accepted the envelope, tapping it lightly against his palm as he studied her. Finally, he smiled. “Things don’t really get hopping around here until at least ten o’clock. Plenty of time to go home and change, if you like.”

She was unoffended. Jeans and a blazer were not standard fetish wear. “I brought something with me,” she said and, going with instinct, sent him a wink. “Just in case.”

He looked startled for a moment, then his mouth curved into a smile. It transformed his face from handsome to devastatingly beautiful. “Oh yes, this is going to be interesting. Well, I’ll have one of the staff show you to the locker rooms when you’re ready. You’re welcome to sit at the bar with the tablet, or I can send you a link to the forms to do at home.”

“I might do that with the submissive forms, but I’d prefer to complete the rest of it now.”

“Do you intend to play tonight?”

She arched an eyebrow. “I’m not joining up to sit at the bar and look pretty.”

“Something tells me this is going to be an interesting night.” He walked around the desk to open the door for her. “Welcome to Odyssey.”

CHAPTER THREE

The paperwork didn’t take long, though she went over it carefully before giving it to the bartender per Michael’s instructions. Even an experienced player should think carefully, which is why she decided to keep the submissive portions of the form for when she had plenty of time to thoroughly consider her answers. But the basic membership form, and the Dom questionnaire, was easier to fill out.

Once she’d passed the completed portion to the bartender—who’s name, she learned, was Skip—she got directions to the locker room. It was divided into sections for men, women, and a gender-neutral area for those more comfortable there. Locks weren’t provided, but luckily she’d thought to stash one in her toy bag. It had been so long since she’d used it she'd worried she wouldn’t remember the combination, but it opened smoothly. She locked and unlocked it twice to make sure it worked, then swiftly peeled off her street clothes.

She ran her hands over her breasts and down her belly, pleased to find the skin smooth and supple. She’d expanded her usual mani-pedi into a full spa appointment that morning and had been scrubbed and buffed to a soft sheen. She’d sprung for the bikini wax, too, though she doubted she’d be showing off the goods tonight. She hadn’t filled out the submissive paperwork, and she tended not to fuck when she was topping.

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