Page 12 of Going Deep
“The blood test.”
“Oh, right.” Ginger shrugged. She’d been hoping to skip that, since her doctor was back in Ohio. “I don’t see how it matters, since I can’t afford a membership.”
“You need to complete it to play, even as a guest,” Lola reminded her. “You remember the rest of the rules?”
“Oh, um.” Ginger struggled to focus. “Don’t touch anyone without permission, don’t interrupt a scene unless someone’s on fire.”
Grant turned to smile at her from the front passenger seat. “Even then, ask first.”
She stared at him. “I was joking.”
“I’m not. Fire play has gotten popular in the last few years.”
“Jeez.”
“Relax,” Anna told her with a pat on the shoulder. “You’ll be fine. And you look amazing.”
“Smokin’ hot,” Lola agreed, “if a little on the conservative side for a submissive.”
Conservative? Ginger looked down at her skirt. The narrow leather skirt came to the top of her knee, so she supposed the length could be considered conservative. But the zipper ran from the hem to the waist along the front of her right thigh, and could be raised from the bottom and turned into a slit that could go up one inch or twenty. So how conservative it was sort of depended on how well the zipper stayed put.
Her top was aqua blue, a little brighter than she normally wore, but both Lola and Anna had given it the thumbs up, and she trusted their judgement. One side was long-sleeved, the soft, stretchy material reaching down to cover the back of her right hand. Her left shoulder was bared, the diagonal neckline disappearing under her left arm, and Lola had loaned her an arm cuff in hammered silver.
The shirt was both stretchy and clingy, and made it very clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. She’d suggested going out and buying a strapless one, or something that could be converted to accommodate the one-shoulder top, and had been soundly voted down by her friends.
Her shoes were simple, black patent leather with thin straps that buckled around her ankles. Since the heels were a needle-thin three inches, she was grateful for the extra stability.
She’d styled her shaggy pixie cut so it looked like she’d just tumbled out of bed, and Anna had done her makeup, making her eyes look bigger and her mouth softer. She’d been afraid it would look overdone, but pulled together the entire look was soft, a little sultry, and okay, very sexy.
She glanced at her friends. Lola wore black leather pants and a dark red leather bustier that matched her lipstick and her nail polish. Her shoes brought her height all the way up to five foot five. Anna had on a black dress in stretchy Lycra, strapless and very, very short. She wore boots that came to her knees with three-inch heels, and had a leather collar wrapped around her neck.
More than a piece of jewelry, Anna had explained, the thin red leather was a symbol that she belonged to someone. Grant insisted she wear it at the club, as its presence not only warned others that she was taken, but it also increased her sense of submission. A tangible symbol of the control he held over her, and the trust she placed in him.
Ginger had found it almost frighteningly erotic.
She looked up as the car pulled up to the entrance of the club, and the valet opened the door for them. She concentrated on breathing as they got out of the car and made their way up the steps to the heavy double doors that guarded the entrance.
Lola smiled at the man at the door. “Axe, how are you?”
The giant with white skin, black eyes, and a shaved head nodded. “Can’t complain, Lo.” His eyes darted to Ginger standing behind them. “Bringing a guest tonight?”
“This is Ginger,” Simon said, putting a protective hand on her bare shoulder. “She should be on the list.”
“Boss said she might be in,” Axe replied without taking his eyes off Ginger. “You look a bit different than the last time I saw you.”
“The last time?” Lola asked.
Ginger winced. “Axe was working the night you got hurt. I’m afraid he got the worst of my temper when he wouldn’t immediately get Simon for me.”
Amazingly, the big man curved his thin lips into a smile. “That was your worst? Hell, girl, that didn’t even make the top ten tirades I heard that night.”
Ginger smiled, relaxing a little. He was awfully sweet. “Even so, I’m sorry I yelled at you.”
His smile widened to show even white teeth, and he lifted his gaze to Simon. “Oh yeah, I can see what the boss is worked up about.”
He turned his attention back to Ginger. “Don’t you worry about it, sweetie.”
Who’s worked up about what? Puzzled by the exchange but too nervous to ask about it, Ginger gave Axe a grateful smile. “Thank you.”
