Page 26 of Going Deep
She was acutely aware that she was braless. And the lack of panties, combined with her freshly shaved pussy, was extremely distracting. Mostly because she was already wet.
She crossed the room slowly out of necessity—she really wasn’t used to three-inch heels—and glanced around, trying to spot Michael. She didn’t see him, and thought briefly about trying to hunt him up, but the club was crowded—much more crowded than it had been the night before—and he’d specifically told her to meet him at the bar. So that’s where she went, commandeering one of the few empty stools, and laid the envelope she was carrying down before she could smear the ink with her sweaty palms.
The bartender, a tall, impressively built young Black man in leather pants, boots, and nothing else, approached with a flashing smile. “Can I get you a drink, miss?”
“Oh.” She thought for a moment about ordering a cocktail to help settle her nerves, then remembered the rule about drinking and play. “Just a mineral water, if you have it. With lime, please?”
He winked and grabbed a glass. “You got it.”
He worked quickly, sliding the finished drink across the bar in no time. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Thank you,” she said with a smile and, picking up her drink, swiveled to face the room.
It wasn’t wall to wall bodies, but it was close. More men than women milled among the tables, most of them clad in jeans or leathers. The women were more scantily dressed, lots of miniskirts and bare breasts, with a couple of them completely naked except for wrist and ankle cuffs. She noticed the naked women also wore collars, and lacked the wristband that indicated an unattached submissive.
She sipped the mineral water slowly, not wanting to have to rush to the bathroom. She noted the dance floor held a lot more women than the bar area, many of them with the white bands on their wrists. She felt a spurt of amusement as she realized the social rules regarding dancing in a normal club apparently held true here as well—single women danced together, both in an effort to attract male attention and to give them something to do while waiting for that attention.
“That’s a pretty smile,” said a voice to her left, and she turned to see a tall man with olive skin and silver hair smiling at her.
“Thank you,” she replied politely.
His smile widened. “I’m Jake.”
She automatically shook the hand he held out in greeting. “Ginger.”
“Ginger.” He held on to her hand, dark grey eyes looking into hers with interest. “I haven’t seen you here before. You’re new?”
“Yes.” She felt a flicker of unease when she tugged her hand and his fingers tightened. When he let it go, she wrapped both hands around her drink.
“Well, maybe I can give you a tour.” His gaze wandered down her body, lingering on her breasts. “Show you some of the equipment.”
“Thank you,” she repeated, her voice cooler now in response to his blatant leering. “But I’m waiting for someone.”
Jake leaned on the bar, too close for comfort. “Are you? That’s a shame.” His eyes swept over her again. “Still, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you wandered around a bit, to get the lay of the land. I’ll have you back in no time.”
She frowned at the hand he held out. “Yes, he would.”
A hand came down on her shoulder. “I really would.”
Michael. She exhaled, a small sound of relief that carried no further than him, and some of her anxious tension eased.
He squeezed her shoulder gently, but his eyes were hard, cold, and focused on Jake.
“Jake,” he said coolly.
“Michael,” Jake replied, his eyes flickering to the proprietary hand on Ginger’s shoulder. Understanding dawned in his eyes, and he straightened from the bar.
“It was nice to meet you, Ginger,” he told her with a respectful nod. “Enjoy your evening.”
She nodded in return, but he was already walking away, just slow enough so he wouldn’t look like he was running, toward the front door.
She turned to Michael with a relieved smile. “Hello, Sir.”
He didn’t smile back. His jaw was clenched, his eyes narrowed as he studied her expression carefully. “Jake made you uncomfortable.”
“Oh.” She swallowed, taken aback at the steel in his voice. And was once again unable to lie. “Yes.”
“How?”
