Page 44 of Role Play
I rolled my eyes. I haven’t gotten a full eight hours of sleep since I was in middle school. Maybe not even then—sleep never cameeasily.
“Oh,” Andrea said, her voice lilting higher. “Now it’s getting interesting. Sweet girl will greet Sir at the beginning of each session by offering her lips for akiss.”
I shrugged and the now tepid water sloshed with the movement. “So? He wants a kisshello—”
“Any time sweet girl excuses herself to the restroom or for some private time, she must then stick her fingers into her pussy, rubbing her juices on her lips, then wash her hands before coming back to Sir and offering her pussy soaked lips to his for akiss.”
My face drained of color. But Andrea hardly seemed to notice and continued reading. “Sweet girl’s orgasms belong to Sir and only Sir. In the time they are together, orgasms will be requested and only achieved when Sir allows it. If the relationship continues beyond the one evening, sweet girl is not to masturbate without permission or in the twenty-four hours leading up to an arrangedsession.”
I shoved to my feet, lurching for my towel to cover myself. “Okay, that’s enough,” I said, pointing to thedoor.
“Whoa, something struck a nerve there,” Andrea said with a giggle. “Admit it… that’s pretty fuckinghot.”
“It is, but I also realized that I don’t think you should be reading his contract. If LnS is private enough to require dirt on its patrons to grant entry, then I bet a Dom isn’t okay with his contract being passed around to his submissive’sfriends.”
For the first time all evening, Andrea’s face went slack. “He told you that? About LnS’scontract?”
“Well… yeah. He gave it to me to read. I mean… we probably won’t ever go there. This is supposed to be a temporary thing to get each other out of our systems, whatever that means. But I think he’s trying to cover his tracks. Just in case.” We were silent for a tense second. “What’s the big deal? You basically told me they were super exclusive and stuff anyway?” Isaid.
Andrea dropped Ash’s contract back onto the corner of the sink. “I just didn’t realize you were joining the club.” She sounded uncomfortably serious and I didn’t like the way her face lost all sense of joy andhumor.
I studied the tight line of Andrea’s neck and how her jaw ticked nervously. “I’m not. I’m just, I don’t know, exploring. That’s all.” More silence. From Andrea. The one woman who wasneversilent with an opinion. “Unless you don’t want me to. Andrea, if you have a problem with mejoining—”
“It’s fine. Maybe you’ll like it. I have to get back to those alterations. It’s my night off from LnS, but I’m going to need to pull an all-nighter every night until next Monday to be ready for thatmeeting.”
My stomach twisted around itself. Andrea didn’t pull the disappearing act all that much. She was usually the friend to confront issues head on. She loved drama. Loved the confrontations. I was the one who slunk away to my room or buried myself in work to avoid talking. “Do you need any help?” I offered. “I could prep the measuring for you so you can focus on thesewing—”
“No, Luce. You’ve got plans,” Andrea said, her voice softer, and she brushed her pink manicured fingers overtop Ash’scontract.
“Yeah, but I can reschedule,” I said, and meant it. “Getting laid is way down on the priority list. Especially if my best friend needshelp.”
Andrea smiled, her tense shoulders dropping from where they were scrunched around her ears. “I’m fine, I promise. I’ve been sewing all day. I’m probably only going to put a couple more hours in tonight. I’ll be in bed by midnight.” A smile twitched on her scarlet lined, pouty lips. “Besides, it’s time you put ‘getting laid’ higher on your priority list. Ash seems like a nice guy—just, don’t get attached. I don’t want to upset you, but I’ve seen him in LnS with a different woman everyweekend.”
“I know,” I sighed. “He was really clear—no relationship. Justsex.”
Andrea chewed the inside of her cheek, silently staring at me. I wrapped the towel tighter around my body and went to step out of the tub’s tepidwater.
“Nuh-uh,” Andrea said. “Fill that thing with hot water and shave your legs, pits, and vag.” She pointed at the razor she had tossed me. Then, without another word, she left the bathroom, shutting the door behindher.
