Page 4 of Games We Play
“You think so? I guess it’s more unique than Mandy.”
“Mandy?”
“I was told that’s your name.”
Leah laughed. “That’s not my name! It’s…”
A manicured finger landed against Leah’s lips. “You’re the Birthday Girl. That’s all I need to know.”
Leah’s lips slightly parted. “What are we in for?”Whatever I want?
A few seconds passed before Leah received any kind of answer. When she did? It was one leg swinging over her lap, and a woman who smelled like musk looming over her.Oh my God! It’s happening!
“You want to get started?”
“Well… I only have half an hour, right?”
“To think, we’ve wasted almost ten minutes of that talking.”
Leah’s hopes were so up that she dared to dream that something beyond a little striptease was in store.If it were only a tease, she could’ve done this in the VIP booth.Strippers weren’t shy about a small audience, right? Because her friends would have loved to scream and throw dollar bills for Leah’s sake – although the club may not have liked that. Was that why they were in this back room? Did Melissa make that happen, too, or was it Sloan’s request?
“We don’t have to waste any more time, if you wish…”
Leah didn’t get to say a lot after that. Her lips finished parting, as if she knew Sloan was going to kiss her.
Wow.
Wow.
A hot woman’s tongue was down her throat before Leah had the chance to say yes.Yes, yes, yes!It echoed in her head instead, bouncing back and forth between her ears and threatening to plummet into her stomach before Sloan’s tongue could.
What was she supposed to do when this happened so quickly? Sloan may have been paid, but Leah had not been prepared. A stripper? Sure! She’d get to see some tits and a little ass, way more than she had seen in the past few years. (Drunkenly making out with a woman in the back of the bar two years ago didn’t count.) A kiss? WhathadMelissa paid for?
“Did you get my requests?”
Leah’s eyes snapped open. Sloan had hopped back up on the table and looked at her through heavy-lidded eyes. Black eyeliner as thick as calligraphy. Lashes as long as wisps of smoke. A bold, gray color that Leah had never seen before. Were they contacts? Why was Leah so concerned with the color of this woman’s eyes when she could glance down and seecleavage?
“Requests?” Leah only had one request, and that was for another kiss like that last one.
Sloan clicked her tongue. “I thought you were a professional, birthday girl.”
Leah wasreallyconfused now, but decided to play along. It might have been her brain fogging with shallow promises of sex, after all. “I merely follow the breeze, if you get what I mean.” God knew that’s what she did right now. That’s all shehadbeen doing since the night began! “The stronger the wind, the better?”
“I’ve been called a hurricane before, yes.” Sloan dragged her bag across the table and shoved her hand into its depths. “I’m also used to preparing in case the people I’m working with have not. As seems to have been the case here.”
Leah was prepared for almost everything. Except a pair of shiny, metal handcuffs landing on the wooden table. They clanked down into a pathetic heap as if Sloan’s purpose had been to intimidate and nothing more
Nope. Leah wasn’t intimidated.
She was turned on.
“Fuck you, Melissa!”she had said that during the same conversation about strangers in the back of clubs. With an awkward laugh, but the same sentiment nonetheless.“I was like that before all those silly BDSM books came out! Why do you think I tried reading most of them? Too many dudes, though.”Whips, chains, handcuffs… okay, mostly the handcuffs, because Leah was an inexperienced newbie when it came to domination and submission. Most of it was simple fantasy that made her giggle beneath her bed covers at night. Because what woman could ever hope for a lesbian who knew her way around a sex dungeon?
Apparently, they could be purchased in half-hour blocks – and they smelled like a billion bucks.
God damn. It all made sense! This was an elaborate roleplay based on what Leah had shared with Melissa so long ago!She remembered those details? The club? The hot stranger? The handcuffs?
The kisses that knocked her out?
