the bar customers shouted back, and a
slew of them picked up their drinks and crowded close to the
stage.
"All right. We're gonna put on a little show
for you. But first. I already love you guys, and I hate to do this,
but I have to get a little serious before I can show you the fun
stuff. Ya'll know Roman, right?"
The spotlight found Roman sitting at the bar.
He almost looked like he was going to flinch away from the light,
but he dropped his chin to his chest and raised his arms,
acknowledging his identity.
"Stop the music, Alex," Suede murmured into
the mic.
The music stopped. The people clustered
around the stage stared up at Suede expectantly.
"I'm not gonna get into the details with
ya'll tonight, but Roman's partner was in an accident this morning.
He's in stable condition, but they're keeping him in intensive care
for a while. Heavy shit to lay on you, I know, because you came in
here to have a good time. And trust me, we're going to have a
kick-ass, wonderful time. And while we do that, I'm asking you to
cough up some dough for a healing fund for Jeff. Just toss it up on
the stage here when you like what you see, and that'll be good.
This club is part of our community, and a community takes care of
its own, right?"
"Right!" came the answer, shouted from the
club patrons.
"Music please, Alex, but not too loud."
The music resumed.
"Paging Vanessa to stage right, please.
Paging Vanessa."
Vanessa felt hot all over and just wanted to
crawl into a hole. But she went. As she climbed the stairs to the
stage, Suede told the audience, "Hey everybody, this is my new
girl, Vanessa. Vanessa, this is… everybody."
Vanessa could feel her face turning red. She
didn't know if she'd ever been quite this mortified. An impromptu
demo. Unplanned. Public.
"Stop right there," Suede said, and walked
across the stage to Vanessa. She put her fingers under Van's chin
and tilted her head so their eyes met. Suede was six inches taller.
She made Vanessa feel small and delicate. Suede smiled into
Vanessa's eyes, and Van felt herself becoming hypnotized, which is
what happened when she had Suede's full attention.
"The thing about a new girl," Suede said,
staring into Vanessa's eyes, "is that somehow it starts. And then
it continues. And then you belong to each other. This one belongs
to me."
Vanessa felt the rest of the room, including
the stage fright, drop away as she stared into Suede's eyes.
Whatever Suede asked her to do, Vanessa would do. Suede was
claiming her, in front of all these people, in this club, in this
community, where Suede commanded much respect. And yes, Vanessa
wanted to be claimed. Jeff's role in Roman's life intrigued her,
and Vanessa had even considered asking Roman to dominate her, to
see how she'd like it. Because something about Jeff's submission
struck a chord in her own heart, a little whisper that wanted to
experience that kind of trust and that kind of love.
And here she was. On Roman's stage. With
Suede.
Suede unclipped the black leather paddle from
her belt. "I want you on your hands and knees," Suede said. "Ass to
the audience, weight on your elbows, ass in the air."
Vanessa dropped to the stage and got into
position, thinking about nothing, just listening to Suede's
voice.
"Spread your thighs wider. Drop your head.
Close your eyes."
The floor was hard beneath her elbows and
knees, and she wondered how long she could hold the position before
her shoulders got sore. She stopped wondering when the paddle
landed on her right ass cheek with a loud snap. Vanessa jerked
forward an inch, as if she could escape the sensation that bit
right through her jeans.
"Don't move. I'm not going to chase you
around the stage."
The paddle struck again, and Vanessa gasped.
She held her position, though, and didn't allow herself to attempt
to inch away. A few more strokes, and Suede seemed to find a
comfortable rhythm. She paddled Vanessa in time with the music, and
it somehow threw Vanessa right into the music,
slew of them picked up their drinks and crowded close to the
stage.
"All right. We're gonna put on a little show
for you. But first. I already love you guys, and I hate to do this,
but I have to get a little serious before I can show you the fun
stuff. Ya'll know Roman, right?"
The spotlight found Roman sitting at the bar.
He almost looked like he was going to flinch away from the light,
but he dropped his chin to his chest and raised his arms,
acknowledging his identity.
"Stop the music, Alex," Suede murmured into
the mic.
The music stopped. The people clustered
around the stage stared up at Suede expectantly.
"I'm not gonna get into the details with
ya'll tonight, but Roman's partner was in an accident this morning.
He's in stable condition, but they're keeping him in intensive care
for a while. Heavy shit to lay on you, I know, because you came in
here to have a good time. And trust me, we're going to have a
kick-ass, wonderful time. And while we do that, I'm asking you to
cough up some dough for a healing fund for Jeff. Just toss it up on
the stage here when you like what you see, and that'll be good.
This club is part of our community, and a community takes care of
its own, right?"
"Right!" came the answer, shouted from the
club patrons.
"Music please, Alex, but not too loud."
The music resumed.
"Paging Vanessa to stage right, please.
Paging Vanessa."
Vanessa felt hot all over and just wanted to
crawl into a hole. But she went. As she climbed the stairs to the
stage, Suede told the audience, "Hey everybody, this is my new
girl, Vanessa. Vanessa, this is… everybody."
Vanessa could feel her face turning red. She
didn't know if she'd ever been quite this mortified. An impromptu
demo. Unplanned. Public.
"Stop right there," Suede said, and walked
across the stage to Vanessa. She put her fingers under Van's chin
and tilted her head so their eyes met. Suede was six inches taller.
She made Vanessa feel small and delicate. Suede smiled into
Vanessa's eyes, and Van felt herself becoming hypnotized, which is
what happened when she had Suede's full attention.
"The thing about a new girl," Suede said,
staring into Vanessa's eyes, "is that somehow it starts. And then
it continues. And then you belong to each other. This one belongs
to me."
Vanessa felt the rest of the room, including
the stage fright, drop away as she stared into Suede's eyes.
Whatever Suede asked her to do, Vanessa would do. Suede was
claiming her, in front of all these people, in this club, in this
community, where Suede commanded much respect. And yes, Vanessa
wanted to be claimed. Jeff's role in Roman's life intrigued her,
and Vanessa had even considered asking Roman to dominate her, to
see how she'd like it. Because something about Jeff's submission
struck a chord in her own heart, a little whisper that wanted to
experience that kind of trust and that kind of love.
And here she was. On Roman's stage. With
Suede.
Suede unclipped the black leather paddle from
her belt. "I want you on your hands and knees," Suede said. "Ass to
the audience, weight on your elbows, ass in the air."
Vanessa dropped to the stage and got into
position, thinking about nothing, just listening to Suede's
voice.
"Spread your thighs wider. Drop your head.
Close your eyes."
The floor was hard beneath her elbows and
knees, and she wondered how long she could hold the position before
her shoulders got sore. She stopped wondering when the paddle
landed on her right ass cheek with a loud snap. Vanessa jerked
forward an inch, as if she could escape the sensation that bit
right through her jeans.
"Don't move. I'm not going to chase you
around the stage."
The paddle struck again, and Vanessa gasped.
She held her position, though, and didn't allow herself to attempt
to inch away. A few more strokes, and Suede seemed to find a
comfortable rhythm. She paddled Vanessa in time with the music, and
it somehow threw Vanessa right into the music,
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