Page 31 of Unbreakable

Three grueling hours later, both girls are lying on the floor, panting for air, while I practice a routine I’ve been working on. I’m proud of myself as both of them have successfully learned how to perform the fireman spin, front hook spin and the fan kick.

I think I make a pretty damn good teacher. I’m just finishing when I see both girls rise up on their elbows as they watch me.

“How in the fucking hell do you make it look so easy? You’re so graceful when you do it.” Ash asks. “I feel like I’m about to die. Hell, it even hurts to move right now.”

“Trust me, I wasn’t always this graceful on the pole. It helped that I took dance for years so musicality and movement came easy to me. I had to practice a whole hell of a lot to get my moves to look as good as they do. Y’all did great for it being your first time, even nailed three moves. That’s more than most of the dancers here know.” I tell her honestly. I’m proud of them.

“Are you going to the party at the clubhouse tonight, Arizona?” Vee asks as she stands from the floor. Her movements have me snapping my mouth shut to keep in my laughter.

“Umm, no I wasn’t invited. But plans for tonight just fell into my lap while I was in the dressing room, so don’t worry I’m sure to have a good time.” I tell them both, giving them a wink. I’m praying tonight ends with me beneath that man.

“Well bummer, I was hoping to have you both there. The boys warned me about the women who hang around the club and I was hoping to have back up.” Ash says through a yawn; guess I wore her out.

“Well, with this girl,” I tell her, cocking my thumb over to Vee, “them bitches won’t want to mess with you. She’ll beat their asses into the ground, then spit on them for good measure, before gouging their eyes out.”

“You’re damn right I would.” Vee pipes in, as she jumps into pose, performing some version of karate moves that has us all bending over, grasping our stomachs in laughter.

“Well, I need to get out of here and I think you ladies need a nap before tonight.”

“Thanks again, Arizona. I would love another lesson.” Ash tells me as she slowly stands from the floor, obviously in a little more pain than Vee.

We all head off the stage, glancing up I notice both Javier and Carlos staring at us, their eyes full of lust. Too bad big boys, at least for me, I got other men on my mind, Ash has her little harem and Vee, well I think she sees Javier as a brother and she already nixed little Javi.

“Well ladies, I’m headed to the back to change and then I’m out of here. I have to be back here tomorrow night to work.” I tell them, heading to the back. I hear Javi picking on them about how they’re moving and I just shake my head at him. He really is the sweetest guy, placed in the body of a big, bad biker. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen the fierce demon he has in him come out as well when he’s had to break up some fights.

Now, what am I going to wear tonight? I suddenly feel a little fatigued and think maybe I need a nap as well.

Draco

When she messaged back yes, I almost jumped for joy, which would have been so out of character for me. I’m more on the reserved side, rarely allowing myself to let loose. I attribute it to the part of myself that seeks control in everything.

The only downfall is she is driving herself to the restaurant. I was hoping to have a chance to talk to her before dinner. I wanted the privacy to discuss what I needed to with her. I’ve battled internally over this for weeks and finally decided I could no longer wait to have her, I craved her and with each day I couldn’t claim her, I was growing angrier. No other woman was satisfying my needs, not even the subs at Club Erotic.

Picking up my phone, I dial the number for Catalina’s.

“Thank you for calling Catalina’s. This is Amber, how may I help you?”

“Amber this is Draco Gallant. May I speak with Nicoli please?”

“Oh yes sir, right away, hold on please and I’ll transfer you to him.”

She places me on hold and I’m left to hear the sultry tones of the Jazz music that’s playing on the recording.

“Drac, my man. What the hell do I owe the pleasure of this call to?”

“Nic, I am meeting a young woman for dinner tonight at seven and was hoping to have somewhere more private for a delicate conversation.” He knows what I mean since he’s also in the lifestyle, and a fellow Dom at Club Erotica .

“I can reserve a private dining room for you. We don’t have any private parties scheduled for tonight. Are we getting a new sub?” he asks, which lets me know he is alone, most likely in his office.

“That is the outcome I’m hoping for tonight. Her name is Arianna Racanelli so when she shows up you can have her escorted there.”

“Ahh, a fellow Italian, or so I assume by the name. Will she be exclusive just to you, or will she be open to other Doms?”

“Exclusive.” I announce firmly.

“Okay killer, it doesn't hurt to ask. She must be something to have you acting this way. The room will be available and I will have Cheyenne as your server, so you can speak freely at all times.”

“Thank you Nic. I will talk to you later.” I tell him, disconnecting the call.

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