Flesh: Part Eleven (The Flesh Series Book 11) by Sky Corgan Page B

key, just the way a place
selling these kinds of services should be.
    I push my car door
open and let my gaze dance around the parking lot. Paranoia attacks
me from all sides, worrying that Lucian will see me coming. That's
not very realistic though. The front desk guy said that Lucian only
had one opening left, which means that he's probably with a client
right now. There are a handful of cars in the parking lot. One likely
belongs to the girl he's screwing.
    Too bad Lucian
doesn't drive himself anywhere. If his car was here, I might key it
instead of going to my appointment. That would probably make me feel
better, though I'm not sure why. He has enough money to fix any
damage I could do to his property without much of a headache, and I'm
willing to bet that I'm not the first girl who has thought of
trashing his things out of anger.
    I take long strides
up to the front door, holding my breath as I pull it open. The guy I
spoke to on the phone is sitting at the front desk, and he smiles up
at me. For a moment, I worry that he recognizes me, but if he does,
he doesn't say anything about it.
    “ Good
evening,” he greets me politely.
    I force a smile,
thinking about how unimposing he looks. He's around my age, if not
younger. Polished, wearing a brown suit and stripped tie. His dark
hair is slicked to one side. His eyes are almost black, and there's a
strange mischievousness radiating off of him. I can tell he's a
pervert, just like the rest of these BDSM people. He probably gets
off to the thought of women being tied up and beaten. Hell, he
probably gets a lot of Lucian's sloppy seconds.
    “ Are
you a Dom?” I ask, more out of curiosity than anything else as
I ease myself into the chair in front of him.
    “ I'm
in training.” He beams at me, showing two rows of perfect
teeth. With a bit of practice, he could easily be every bit as
charming as Lucian. “Why? Are you interested?”
    “ Not
particularly.” I shoot him down without a hint of remorse. I
want nothing to do with anyone in the lifestyle ever again. Except
Janice, of course.
    My quick rejection
seems to stun him. He stares at me blankly for a minute before
clicking his mouse a few times and then crossing his hands on the
desk, trying to regain his composure. “You have an
appointment?”
    “ That's
why I'm here.” If I sounded anymore bitter, the room might
pucker and kill us both.
    “ And
you are?” He gazes down at some papers on his desk as if there
are a thousand clients waiting to see their Doms.
    “ Mary
Smith. I have an appointment with Lucian Reddick.”
    “ Ah
yes.” He gives me a half-cocked smile before pushing a folder
towards me.
    It's too familiar.
The folder that holds my information and my list of kinks. For a
moment, I worry that it's the same folder from last time, the one
that I filled out under my real name, but when I open it up, I find
it pleasantly blank.
    “ You
look familiar,” he muses, making my breath catch in my throat
for a split second.
    “ I
look like a lot of people.” I grab a pen from the pen holder on
his desk. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
    The hint of
recognition in his expression fades away as he turns his attention to
my folder. “Fill out your information on this page, including
your level of experience with the lifestyle. On the next page is a
list of kinks you'd like to try. You can check off as many boxes as
you want, but please know that your Dom probably won't be able to get
to all of them. If there is anything in particular that you really
want to do, put a number by it to indicate where it falls in your
list of priorities. Our Doms do their best to accommodate all of our
clients' deepest fantasies.”
    Nice. I want
to grunt, but I don't. Instead, I get busy filling out the paperwork.
I use a fake name, fake address, fake phone number, and mark myself
down as a veteran submissive. Then when I get to the kink page, I
check off everything except the things that Lucian and I did in our
first