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Probably that last one, if she were being completely truthful with herself."Have a good night," the security guard said as she passed over her papers, giving her a broad grin. Somehow his welcoming expression made her feel a little less nervous. Too bad he was behind the desk and not inside the club.
"She's just going to be watching," Peggy said, leaning into Elliott again and giving his arm a squeeze as she arched her back to give them all the best view of her cleavage. "But we're definitely going to have a good night."
"I'm sure Melody is too," Elliott said, turning his head to smile reassuringly at her and making Peggy frown, her eyes darting back and forth between Melody and her boyfriend. "Watching can be a lot of fun at Black Light."
"Well, of course," Peggy said, her slightly irritated tone conveying that she didn’t like being rebuked.
"Probably not quite as much fun as doing," Melody said, smiling at Peggy. Her best friend beamed back at her, obviously happy that Melody was smoothing things over for her. Melody was used to Peggy's little comments; they could be thoughtless, but she didn't mean them the way they sometimes sounded. She knew better than to take them personally. Elliott would learn too if he and Peggy stayed together for any length of time. "But I'm still looking forward to it."
A locker popped open for them, breaking the tension to Melody’s relief. Although letting her phone out of her grip felt strange to Melody. She hadn't realized how connected she was to that little device until now. It was a safety net, but now it was gone. Elliott had reassured her about all the safety measures in the club though. She didn't need the phone if she was in trouble. All she had to do was yell the club safe word, 'red'.
“Good.” Elliott flashed her a friendly grin. “Don’t forget, you’re under my protection while you’re in here, so no one should bother you. Unless you want them to.” He winked at her. “Let’s go in, ladies.”
Arm wrapped around Peggy's waist, Elliott ushered her into the club, checking over his shoulder again to make sure Melody was right behind them. He slowed once they entered, so that she could come up beside them.
Wow.
That was her first thought. Leather laced with vanilla... that's what the club smelled like. And sex. Could a place smell like sex? Or maybe it was just her imagination supplying that, becausemy goodnessthere was a ton of sexy in the air. Melody felt her jaw dropping slightly as her eyes attempted to look everywhere all at the same time.
Spanking benches, stocks, leather floggers falling through the air in a cascade of black tails striking pinkened flesh. Lots of flesh. Oh so much flesh... She suddenly felt overdressed instead of underdressed.
"Steady there, sweetheart," Elliott said, chuckling, cupping her elbow to help keep Melody on her feet as she tried to turn too fast and nearly toppled over again. Peggy laughed at Melody's reaction.
"Told you it was incredible," she teased, snuggling up to Elliott's other side. "Aren't you glad I made you come out tonight?"
"Yes," Melody murmured, although it felt like her eyes were about to pop out of her head. This was... it was so much more than she'd ever imagined. So much rawer, so much more shocking, and so much hotter.
"Come on, let's go over to the bar and get you a drink, then we'll give you the tour," Elliott said. It wasn't quite a command, but it was more than a suggestion.
Thankfully, he kept his hand on her elbow, helping move her through the club, while his other arm was around Peggy. Melody needed that steadying hand to keep her from veering off course as her head swiveled around, still trying to see everything and everyone they passed on their way to the bar. She felt flushed, all the way through her body.
Was a full body blush a thing?
Her nipples itched inside of the corset, desperate to be rubbed, and she could feel how slick her pussy had become with every step she took as her wet lips rubbed against each other. Everywhere she looked was sin and seduction and sadistic sexual fantasies being meted out.
"What do you want to drink?" Elliott asked her kindly when they reached the bar area.
Melody let out a long breath. "Um, dirty Shirley Temple, please? Uh, Sir?"
His blue eyes sparkled with amusement, but he didn't chastise her for the belated honorific that she tacked on to the end of her request, even though he'd told her before entering that she needed to call him either Sir or Master Elliott.
She looked up at the alcohol bottles displayed above the bar while Elliott and Peggy turned away to order their drinks, giving herself something to focus on other than all of the... well, everything. While she could still hear moans and the smacking of leather and flesh against flesh, at least she had something else to look at while she tried to wrestle her wayward hormones under control.
And that was when it happened.
"Ms. Williams? Is that you?"
Her insides clenched because she could not,could not,be hearingthatvoicehere.
The world seemed to slow as she pivoted, the air thicker than molasses, dragging her movements, drawing out the awful moment. She wasn't imagining things... it was him. Standing beside a tall, handsome man in a suit and a petite brunette wearing a school girl outfit, looking like he'd stepped right out of her fantasies in a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, it was her sexy lawyer, Mr. Park.
Hide!Her brain shrieked. Except there was nowhere to hide.
So she just reacted and, of course, made an even bigger fool of herself.
* * *
Ms. Williams moved so quicklythat Kawan jerked forward, trying to catch her, before he realized she'd dropped on purpose. He stared down at the figure now curled up in front of him, crouched into a ball with her arms wrapped over her head. It reminded him of when his nephews were still young enough to think that if they couldn't see him, then he couldn't see them.
