Mia turned around and looked at the back of her dress. "Oh my god! You girls are lifesavers!" she cried. "Let's go get you hitched before that baby is born out of wedlock, and you shock everyone with your evil ways!" Lizzie exclaimed.Mia's face paled, and she stopped mid-step. Lizzie grabbed her shoulders to steady her when she looked about ready to fall over."Mia, I was just kidding. No one out there cares and three fourth of them already know about your evil ways," she said chuckling."No, the baby," Mia gasped out."Mia, no one cares. They are just happy to see you getting married," Lizzie tried to soothe her. "No, it's not that," Mia breathed out."Then what is it?" Lizzie asked, exasperated.We all were standing around feeling stupid, wondering what was going on."The baby!" Mia cried out."Oh my god, Mia-""It's coming!" Mia screamed at her then grabbed her stomach as one hellacious contraction hit her.She lifted her skirt a bit, and we could see a big pool of water under h
I wanted to smack my forehead against the bar counter as soon as I saw the guy walk up. He sauntered across the dance floor with little gyrating moves of his hips that required great strength from me not to point and laugh. I almost did when I saw the piece of toilet paper stuck to his foot, but by some great miracle, I contained myself. I had been sitting on this bar stool for over an hour, waiting for my ride to pick me up. So far, I had not even gotten a text from the little prick taxi driver who had promised to be here in time to take me to The Dungeon; an exclusive BDSM club that I used to love to go to on the weekend. That was, up until the last month when I had almost gotten my two best friends killed because I was hard-headed and stubborn. I felt the smile melt off my lips as the always-present guilt started to gnaw at my gut again. It started out when a crazy psychopathic woman attacked Lizzie and tried to kill her. The insane, and I mean that literally, woman came into The
"Bethy, huh? That's cute," he replied, excitedly as he gripped the napkin to his chest. "Now, remember second room and undress as soon as you get there," I reminded him as I jumped down and headed out, preparing to walk to the Dungeon. Extremely late was better than never, right?"Don't you wanna ride?" he called after me.I looked back and shook my head. "No, I gotta be somewhere. But I'll meet you there afterward, and I won't be long, so you better hurry." I watched him rush out ahead of me, almost tripping over his own feet in his anxiousness to do what I said. The minute the door slammed behind him, I started laughing so hard that I almost hit the ground. He was not the only one that was in for a surprise tonight. I guess I should message Lori, she was a Dominatrix that I was rooming with right now. As much as I knew she would have fun with Mr. Preppy, I did not want her to pepper spray him as soon as he walked into her bedroom. Once I got my laughter under control, I grabbed m
His lips descended rapidly, not giving me a chance to protest or move, not that I could if I had wanted too anyway. Which I did not, I wanted this kiss so very much. I have wanted to kiss him since the moment I first laid eyes on him in the club.He had strolled into the building like he owned the place, wearing a pair of leather pants that molded to every muscle in his legs and ass. Bare-chested and barefooted, he had thrown every man in the building in his shadow. Mistress Alyssa had come sauntering in, right beside him, his equal in every way except one, when they would hit a play area, she immediately submitted to him. The power and confidence he had exuded had been incalculable, and my heart had not stopped skipping since. His strong, firm lips pressed hard on my own, forcing them to open and let him inside. Like in everything else, this Master demanded what he wanted and left no room for denial. I gave in instantly and opened to his plundering tongue. Everything I had was his f
The night was clear, and if it were not for the streetlamps that produced a soft, steady glow, the bright glinting stars in the sky could be seen. I missed the sight of those stars so painfully until it was almost a physical ache in my chest. Last month while I was on the run from the drug lord, I stopped at a little town right outside of Spokane. They had not had anything close to a hotel, so I had been forced to stop at a tiny rental cabin place right off a lake. I remember stepping outside the tiny, wooden building and looking up at the sky, wondering how I had never seen this sight before. With so many bright and shining stars I had almost been able to see in the dark. At that moment, I had decided to stay there. I had called my friends in Canada and told them I was not coming. They had begged me to reconsider. Well, Robert had, Trina had just understood and wished me the best. She was an exceptionally good submissive and rarely ever make a fuss about anything. It made me wonder
Lizzie pulled away, and I saw a sprinkling of tears run down her cheeks as well. Lizzie slid back to Jack and Jordan, letting them surround her and help her back on the counter next to Mia. When they once again became the center of attention, I gratefully used the opportunity to slip back.Mia and Lizzie were the best of friends, practically sisters, from what I could tell. I know they pretty much grew up together, and when they had moved to Portland, they got a job at the same place. It was rare to see one without the other. That was up until lately when they were collared by their Masters. Mia had hooked up with Master Reed right after he had taken over Bean Me, the coffee company that we all had worked for at one time. I had heard rumors not too long ago that he had bought the company to get closer to Mia after a brief encounter between them here at the Dungeon. It was a sweet, romantic tale of a millionaire tycoon wasting money to get the woman he loved.As for Lizzie, Jordan had
That described Mistress Alyssa to a "T"; sweet as pie backed with steel shards. She may talk with a gentle tone, but it is backed with a hard promise of punishment if it was disobeyed.My eyes wearily slid up her luscious body, unwittingly lingering on every sweet curve and caressing it with my gaze. Something I ached to do with my hands. Trimmed and fit legs seemed to travel up and up showed to perfection in her tight jeans. The gentle swell of her hips led the way up to a stomach that was built to lounge my head in for hours as we relaxed. Then slide up to her generously endowed breasts barely covered by the tight form-fitting bodice of her shimmering blue halter top. The urge to yank that shirt down so I could glimpse the tantalizing flesh underneath threatened to overwhelm me. I swallowed hard and finally met her eyes, afraid of what I would see there. Concern was not what I was expecting."Is everything okay?" she inquired softly. My impulse was an honest answer. No, everythin
"So, what hospital were you looking to work at?" Lizzie asked, interrupted my thoughts. I took several slow breathes, trying to pull myself out of the spiral of self-pity that I was heading for. The spark of old Bethany was waning thin, but I reached for it, not wanting to spoil the night for my friends."South General," I answered her excitedly. "I know it's not a gym but working the physical therapy department will allow me the chance to help people get back to health." I felt a brush of lips on my ear, causing a shiver to race down my spine. "So, I guess private pole dancing lessons are no longer a choice," Alyssa's voice whispered into my ear. "That's too bad. I really wanted to watch as you danced for us." Who had told them that I could pole dance? I thought frantically. The only person I had talked about my idea for a class had been…Vie…Trev. God damn it. I refused to turn and look at Alyssa or Kevin, knowing that my face would be flushed bright red. Embarrassment, however, w