Page 13 of Going Deep
He sent her a wink before looking past her to greet Anna and Grant. Pleasantries were exchanged as he checked them all in, and they were moving toward the doors at the end of the short hall that led to the main club area when Axe stopped them.
“She needs a wristband,” he told Simon, jerking his head toward Ginger. “What color?”
“White,” he responded. “No stripes.”
Axe nodded and pulled out a paper wristband. He gestured to her, and she held out her bare arm. He attached the band swiftly and added a little pat at the end. “Have fun,” he told her, and turned to greet the next set of people at the door.
“What’s the band for?” Ginger whispered to Anna as they walked through the main doors.
“It’s to let other people know what kinds of play you’re available for. Unattached submissives always wear them, they’re white. Unattached Doms can wear them if they want, those bands are black.”
Ginger fingered the band. “Why did Simon say no stripes?”
“They can add little colored stripes to show what you’re willing to do. Sex, bondage, S&M, etc. Everything has a color code. You need to wear the band, but since you’re new and you’re not planning to play tonight, no colors.”
“Got it.”
The main club level had large, three-sided bar off to one side, surrounded by small cocktail tables. People milled about, standing at the bar or sitting at the tables. Opposite the bar were several seating areas, low couches and cozy chairs arranged into conversation pits, and many of them were occupied as well. Just past the seating areas was a dance floor, already crowded with bodies writhing to the beat of the music pounding out of the speakers.
“Wow.” She blinked. “It’s pretty crowded.”
Grant chuckled, one hand curled around the back of Anna’s neck. “This is nothing. You should see it on a regular Saturday night. Wall to wall bodies, to say nothing of the play areas.”
“Play areas?”
“Remember, there’s no play here in the main room, though they often use the stage for demos.” Anna nodded toward the curtained area past the dance floor. “All the sexy stuff takes place on the second and third floors.”
“Right. Sexy stuff.” Ginger blew out a breath. “You know, I could use a drink.”
Simon chuckled as Lola gave her a stern look. “One drink. You’re not playing or you wouldn’t even get that.”
Simon laid a hand on his lover’s shoulder. “You make an adorable mother hen, sweetheart.” He ignored Lola’s scowl to smile at Ginger. “What can I get you?”
If she only got one drink, she might as well make it a strong one. “Scotch. Neat.”
Grant grinned. “That sounds just about perfect. What about you, sugar?”
Anna looked up at her husband with surprise. “I get a drink?”
“Since we’re not playing here tonight, yes, you get a drink.”
“I’d love a vodka tonic. With a twist of lime?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Vodka, huh?”
She sent him a sunny smile. “I’m planning to seduce you later.”
He curled a finger under the edge of her collar and tugged her in for a brief, hard kiss. “Not if I seduce you first.”
Anna giggled as he strode toward the bar, Simon following to help carry their drinks, while Lola shook her head in mock despair.
“I didn’t think you two could get any cuter than you were before, but somehow you’ve managed it.”
“I know,” Anna sighed with delight. “It’s disgusting, isn’t it?”
“I think it’s sweet,” Ginger said, earning a smile from Anna and an eye roll from Lola.
“Sometimes, when I’m cooking dinner, I whisper I love you to the food, so that when he eats it, he has it inside him.”
