Page 24 of Spoil
She laughs, and it loosens a little of the tightness in my chest.
“Oh, I brought this for you. I was going to leave it on your desk because I didn’t know when I’d get to see you again, and I thought you should have it.” She reaches into her bag and shuffles things for a bit until she finds what she’s looking for and hands it to me. It’s a worn composition notebook with corners and edges of pages sticking out of it. I swallow, suddenly dizzy. I know this is the diary she kept for me. I’m not sure I’m ready for it. So, I place it on the counter.
“Thank you. I’ll read it when I can get home and ugly cry in private.” I pull her to me again. “But before we get to work, I need you to know what I want. Alright? And then you can tell me what you can give me. You’re it for me, Nell. You’re endgame for me. I want to date you. I want to beyourboyfriend, fiancé, and husband. I want the two of you to move in with me. I want to make you that stay-at-home mom and pop out however manymore kids you want. I want to feed you, and spoil you, and provide for you. After you, it could never be anyone else. But I understand if this is too much for you right now, and you want to try on bits and pieces of what I want, or none of it at all.”
I’ve stunned her into silence. Her eyes dart between mine, searching. But before she can spiral, I release her.
“Okay, boss. Put me to work. Where do you normally start?”
I look around the club. Our servers mostly tidy up the bar area once their shifts are over, so I’m imagining in the rooms.
She clears her throat. “Uh... I usually set the sheets to laundry first.”
“Great. You have a basket or something?”
She laughs. “You have a basket.”
“I do?”
She laughs again before leading me to a utility closet I’m sure I’ve never been in before.
Sure enough, there’s a washing machine, a drying machine, and a large laundry cart on wheels that I think I’ve seen in some hotels.
“Right then,” I say, grabbing the edge of the cart and wheeling it to room one.
She pops on a pair of gloves and removes all the floggers, while I strip the sheets and pillowcases off of the bed.
“You know, I never really wondered how we clean those things.” Guests are encouraged to bring their own toys, or we offer new toys still in their original packages for purchase, but whips and floggers get cleaned and reused since they’re never inserted anywhere.
“No?” she asks, breaking out a spray from a tote she’d grabbed.
“It’s a toy cleaner,” she says, waving the can at me. “Harsh enough to kill any bacteria or virus, but gentle enough not to irritate once it dries.”
“Huh,” is all I can say as I wait for her to spray each item down, flip it over and spray the underside.
“I let them air dry, and by the time we come back around to room one with fresh bedding, I wipe them down and store them. Pretty simple.”
“You are amazing.”
She scoffs. “I’m a janitor at a sex club. Hardly amazing.”
“Speaking of, how long have you worked here? I can’t believe we’ve been under the same roof.”
“Two months. I moved back in with my parents when my dad got sick to help out, but we found out the entire back porch needs to be redone because of termites, so we needed to raise ten thousand dollars. Saw an ad for a cleaning position. Turned out to be here,” she says easily, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.
I’m still in awe over the universe putting us together again when she pipes up.
“So, you’re co-owner of a sex club... how did that happen?”
I smile at the memory. “Dec, Harry and I grew up in the same social circles. We were at a polo match, grumbling about the stupidity of paying a hundred K to dress up and be seen by other people paying a hundred K for a charity that probably didn’t even exist, when Dec got into a heated argument with his parents. His sister is gay, and his parents didn’t approve. That got us on the conversation of sexual freedom and kinks.” I lower my voice. “Turns out, after you, I discovered what a pleasure Dom is.”
Her wide green eyes find mine in the mirror. She swallows, so I continue.
“A pleasure Dom is someone who gets off on providing pleasure to their partner,” I continue.
I stare her down, unblinking. I know she’s remembering the sandwich, the massage in the hot tub, and I’m hard again, thinking about all the ways I could bring her pleasure.
“Dec and Harry are different kind of Doms, too, but Dec didn’t have a safe place to play where it wouldn’t get leaked to the papers, and Harry... Harry felt really guilty about what he wanted to do, until he learned about kink and CNC.”
