The Enticement: The Submissive Series by Tara Sue Me Page B

me a bone-crushing hug.
    “No, I just didn’t want to show off my outfit.” She raised an eyebrow at my dress. “Ready?”
    “Let’s go.”
    She hailed a cab and once inside, I leaned back and took a deep breath while she gave the address to the driver.
    “Ready to have some fun?” she asked.
    “So ready.”
    The drive took a bit longer than I thought it would and when we pulled out of the city, I turned to Meagan.
    “Where are we going?” I asked.
    “A new club. Well, the club’s not new, but the management is.”
    I looked out the window again. “And it’s where?”
    “Almost there.” She pulled out a compact and checked her reflection and patted her hair. Satisfied, she looked up and gave me a grin. “I’m going to buy you a drink when we get there. I had a meeting this afternoon with the execs and they are over the moon with you.”
    I relaxed a little. “I’m so glad it was successful.”
    She nodded. “Here we are.”
    I got out of the taxi and looked around. It was nothing like I expected. There was no music, no lights, no people. What we had pulled up to looked like a warehouse and there wasn’t even a name posted out front.
What the hell kind of place is this?
    As we approached the building, the door opened and a massive bald guy stepped out.
    Meagan trotted up to him. “Derek.”
    The bald guy nodded. “I’ll take the coat.”
    “Thank you, Sir.” She slipped out of her raincoat and I couldn’t stop the gasp I made. Under the coat, Meagan wore only a tiny pair of underwear and a black leather corset.
    The doorman gave a grunt of approval. “I’m working the front for another half hour, but I’ll reserve us a room for later if you’d like.” He glanced up at me. “Your friend can join us if she loses the dress.”
    “We’ll see,” Meagan replied. “And no, she can’t.”
    “Meagan,” I said, as understanding dawned. “What kind of club is this?”
    “A BDSM club,” she answered without so much as blinking. “What did you think it was?”
    Now that we were closer, I heard the rhythmic thump, thump, thump of a bass inside the club—and it matched the thumping of my head. I spun around to face Meagan.
    “What the hell?” I asked.
    “What?”
    “You’re a sub?”
    She lifted a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Actually, I only sub for men. I top women.”
    Her matter-of-fact confirmation of being in the lifestyle didn’t surprise me. I couldn’t say the same for her role. “You’re a switch?”
    “I suppose. If you have to put a name to it.”
    “That’s awesome. I don’t know many switches.” I wondered if she’d let me interview her sometime. “Let’s get a drink.”
    “I can arrange that.” She snapped her fingers at a scantily dressed waitress. “Michelle, bring my friend here a cosmopolitan.”
    The waitress bowed. “Yes, Mistress M.”
    I shook my head and looked around the club for the first time. It was dingy for lack of a better word and smelled like sharp arousal mixed with sweat. Everything was gray and had a general run-down look. Paint peeled off several walls and the concrete floor was stained. Red and blue strobe lights flashed in a corner serving as a dance floor. In the opposite corner, two men were setting up a demo.
    Michelle returned with my drink and I finished it in four swallows. It burned going down my throat, but I found I rather enjoyed the sensation.
    “Damn, Abby,” Meagan said.
    I motioned for Michelle to bring me another. “I’m celebrating.”
    “I wasn’t being critical. I’ll join you.”
    Michelle quickly returned with our drinks and we toasted the blog.
    We didn’t order anything else after the second drink. Not long after our glasses were cleared, the man from the door came by and asked Meagan to dance.
    He lifted his eyebrow my way before taking off with her, but I shook my head. Nathaniel would be mad as hell if I danced with someone at a BDSM club.
Nathaniel.
Shit. I didn’t want to think about what he’d have