Page 38 of A Lesson In Beginning

“Well, I appreciate it all the same. If you’d like, I can try to find a ride back home after my shift is over. I’m sure I could talk to Trixie, or —”

“There’s no need. Talia and I will be there till close tonight regardless, so it is no trouble at all.” Zeke commented, only releasing Talia’s hand long enough to wave off my words nonchalantly.

“Is there much work for you both this evening?” I asked, venturing to make small talk. It did not come naturally to me, but the effort was important. They both laughed slightly, turning to look at one another for a moment before facing forward again.

“No, Talia and I are having a scene on the main stage this evening. It’s a bit of a learning situation. We’ve been teaching a class over the past few weeks and are going to be showcasing some of those things publicly tonight in a scene. So we will be around most of the night, anyway. Staying until close is not uncommon for us, and is not an inconvenience.”

“Oh.” My lame comment fell flat after Zeke’s explanation, but only for a moment before Talia turned in her seat to regard me with an arched eyebrow.

“You alright, hun? You seem a little on edge tonight.” Her kindness knew no bounds, but I pushed her concern off with a forced smile.

“It’s nothing. Just another workday.” I shrugged lightly while in my mind, I thought about just how I was going to handle this evening. I had decided that since it was so difficult and awkward to speak with Ruth regarding sex and kink, perhaps Talia would be a better choice to answer my many questions.

“Well, I’m sure it’ll be a great day for you. It should be a fun night. There are a lot of amazing scenes planned that I’ve heard about. I’m hoping Zeke and I have time to catch a few before our own scene begins.” Sheer excitement filled every word, and I found myself wishing I could be as excited about anything as Talia was about her scene with Zeke tonight. I longed for excitement like that in my life.

“We’re here!” Zeke announced as he pulled into his parking space at the top level of the parking garage. We made our way into the building quietly, Talia still nearly jumping in excitement as we walked down the corridor of offices and down the stairs.

The club had opened only a few hours ago, and while most nights didn’t really get busy until later, it already seemed to be quite packed with patrons. I waved goodbye to them as they continued down the hall towards the main space while I instead turned to enter the backdoor of the kitchen.

“Oh, Adah! Thank God you are here. You simply have to settle this debate between Joelsky and myself.” Trixie announced dramatically the moment I entered the kitchen.

“What debate is this?” I opened the cabinet on the nearest wall, the small locked one where we kept our personal belongings for the evening. Fumbling with the code for only a moment, I placed my purse inside as Trixie regaled me with the latest spat she and Joel were apparently engaged in. I made to take off my jacket, but paused as I was pulled into the argument happening before me.

“Well, the not-so-good doctor here is simply insisting that outfits like the one I’m wearing repel men. The nerve! The gall! Can you believe it?!” She was fraught with drama as she emphasized every other word in her exasperated state.

“I’m sorry, Joel said what?” I turned, sincerely shocked that Joel would say such a thing.

“I did not say that, Trixie.” He sighed with exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Obviously the evening had started off with the two verbally sparring. It wasn’t uncommon, and honestly was often quite fun to watch.

“Did too!” With her arms crossed over her chest, she stuck her tongue out at him, ever the petulant child that she portrayed herself to be here.

“No! I did not, in fact, say that. What I said was that it isn’t what a woman wears that attracts a man. It can add to it, for sure, but that’s not where attraction begins for many men. I definitely did not say that your outfit repels men, only that it wasn’t the reason they are interested in you.” He rolled his eyes so theatrically that I was sure he had a clear picture of his own brain before his eyes righted themselves.

“Trixie, if that’s what he said, it sounds like you’re taking his words out of context.” I playfully joined into the conversation. Trixie was impish on the best of days, and a complete brat the rest of the time. Obviously, it was a brat day for her.

“And all I’m saying is that the outfit makes the men come a’knockin! Speaking of — Adah, when are you going to let me dress you up? I swear, you’d have all the Doms running after you if you wore a latex suit. It would be divine on you, my dear!” Her whimsical giggles only made me roll my eyes as hard as Joel.

“Trixie, I’ve told you before. One, I do not, nor will I ever, agree to wearing a latex suit. And two, I have no need for this makeover you keep pushing my way. I am perfectly satisfied with the way I dress.”

“Perfectly satisfied.” She drolled with a dramatic expression. “More like perfectly boring.”

“Trixie, that’s enough. I have no problem calling —”

“Don’t you dare call Daddy in here. I swear I’ll be good. I take it back! Adah, I take it back. You believe me, right?” There was a part of me that wanted to fear for her, with how vehemently she did not want her Dom to be called into the room or the situation. However, I knew enough of her and her Dom at this point to know that it was all fun and games. It was a dynamic they enjoyed. Her Dominant was a kind man who cared for Trixie. Joel had calmed my nerves over the matter early on, and now I had seen enough to know his words were true.

“I believe you, Trixie. But I must insist you desist with all the talks of makeovers. I promise you, I am quite happy.” I had expected some sort of sassy retort from the small, fairy-like woman, but instead, I raised my head to see both her and Joel staring at me, nearly bug-eyed in shock.

Immediately I glanced down, having just removed my jacket and placed it into the cabinet before relocking it. Had I spilled something on my dress? Finding nothing amiss with my clothing that I could see, I glanced back up at the two of them, still standing there in shock.

“Is there something wrong with my dress? Do I have toilet paper stuck to my shoe?” I looked down again, spinning around to try to see behind me for whatever had them both aghast.

“You look incredible.” Trixie nearly sighed with delight, clasping her hands in front of her, just below her chin in an unquestionably Trixie-like manner.

“Oh, um…” I trailed off, unsure of what to say under such admiration. I had decided to live a little, to lighten my own strict morals regarding modesty and clothing, and had donned the beautiful purple dress Talia had purchased for me. It had hung in my closet for weeks now, and it was time to try out the beautiful garment. The fabric was soft, clinging to my body without revealing too much.

My hands smoothed over the wrinkle-free garment, the fabric feeling altogether too fancy for a girl like me, and yet giving me a small boost of confidence at the same time.

“You look stunning! Girlfriend! Ow-Ow-Ow!” Trixie’s catcalling had me blushing as I shrank a little under their joint appreciative gazes.

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