Page 57 of Such a Good Girl

“Too involved?”

“It’s an addictive lifestyle.” She shrugged. “If one’s not careful, things can turn dangerous.”

“How so?” I sat down on the bench in front of my locker, hoping she’d stick around a little longer and say more.

She paused. I could see she was weighing her words carefully. “People who play around with this lifestyle compare it to a drug sometimes. After a while, it takes more and more extreme things to satisfy you, so you keep chasing the high. When you’re already pushing the envelope, things can turn dangerous and ugly very quickly.”

I nodded slowly, her words ringing very true. “Well, I’m hoping that doesn’t happen to me. Although I am curious about experimenting.”

“Experimenting is fine,” she said, looking around and lowering her voice. “But listen, Rosie, from one woman to another, be careful, okay? Things aren’t always what they seem around here.”

“Any tips on staying safe?”

“Yeah, don’t go to any private play parties. Profane is the big secret downstairs, but up here? The real secrets go a lot deeper.”

“What do you mean?”

“Some of the members have started their own circles. Much more extreme. Much more private.”

“I see,” I said. “I suspected, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Just be careful. I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt. If you aren’t experienced with this kind of stuff, it can get dark really quickly. Not everyone is as concerned with your safety as you might think.”

“Thank you for the words of caution,” I replied.

She walked out then, leaving me alone to contemplate her words.

So, Profane had an even deeper level.

That made sense. As extreme as it was, I hadn’t really seen anything too dangerous occur there yet.

The night got off to a fast start, with Profane filling up quickly. When I saw the main attraction for the night, I wasn’t surprised to hear Joey say that West wouldn’t be showing up.

Danika had showed up. She wore her mask, of course. But it was impossible not to know who she was, with her long red hair, curvy frame, and distinct floral tattoos covering her shoulders and back.

She held court in the center room, writhing the entire night away with a string of rotating partners in the bed inside the cage.

I watched, amazed that West was actually married to her once. I couldn’t help but wonder what that marriage was like. Did he participate in things like this with her? Did he enjoy it? Did he enjoy sharing her? He didn’t seem like the possessive type. But he didn’t seem like the type to share, either.

Perhaps that’s why they’d divorced.

Eventually, Danika went home, covered in cum and sweat. Her creamy skin was blemished with red marks and bruising from all the manhandling she’d endured. The look of absolute bliss on her face when I saw her later in the showers told me she was leaving as a satisfied customer.

Throughout the rest of my shift, I kept trying to find ways to talk to Lily again. I finally found the opportunity at the end of the night, after a long shift of dodging a woman, and the leashed husband she led around on his hands and knees, who wanted me to join them in a private room to play.

I was excited to experiment again, but I was only interested in doing so with West. And something about the leash completely turned me off.

Lily was making herself a drinkat the end of the nightand I sat down at the bar in front of her.

“How’d it go?” she asked.

“It was okay. I almost stepped on the fingers of the guy on the leash a few times, but overall, it was fine.”

“He probably would have enjoyed the pain.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I said. “At one point, I walked by the room and saw his wife digging into his balls with the heel of her stiletto.”

“Ah, classic move.”

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