Chapter 9 #2
When Shelby left her alone after saying she would see her later, Angie picked out an empty locker.
She felt a little better after talking to the friendly woman, but the butterflies in her stomach were still fluttering around.
Before she lost her nerve, she threw her wrap and shoes into the small metal space and lifted her dress over her head, hanging it on the hook provided.
Closing the locker, she put the small three-digit lock on it, then went to a full-length mirror to ensure her hair and makeup were still okay.
Satisfied, she took a deep breath and headed for the stairs again, convincing herself she was ready for anything.
Ian was right where he said he’d be, talking to Devon, Kristen, and another man Angie didn’t recognize.
She was happy to see Kristen again and felt less nervous when she saw the other woman in a red lace teddy and panties.
The others greeted her as she approached, but her gaze was on the appreciation she saw in Ian’s face.
It was obvious he was delighted with her choice of lingerie for the evening.
He pulled her to his side and gave her a kiss that would’ve knocked her socks off if she’d been wearing any.
When he finally let her up for air, he introduced her to the other man beside him.
“Angie, this is Master Carl. Carl, be nice to my submissive. This is her first time in a club.”
The older man appeared in his fifties and was slim and a little shorter than Ian.
His graying black hair, goatee, black dress shirt, and leather pants almost gave him the look of a vampire, minus the fangs, but his smile put her at ease.
“Ian, I do love the Sawyer brothers’ taste in women.
Angie, my dear, Master Ian knows how much I enjoy teasing new subs, but since he asked me not to, I will graciously welcome you to The Covenant.
But if you’re ever in the mood for a whipping, please come and see me. ”
Angie’s eyes widened in astonishment, but she relaxed again when Ian growled while Devon and Kristen laughed. “That’s what you call being nice?”
Ian faced her again. “Master Carl is a sadist, Angel, in addition to being a tease. He likes to make the subs nervous, but you have nothing to worry about because underneath, he’s really a big softie.”
Carl scoffed. “Oh, thanks, Ian. If you give away all my secrets, I won’t have any fun.”
The others laughed, and Angie heard another male voice whisper into her ear from behind, “I’m glad to see you chose the white one, darlin’.”
Brody. He looked sexy in a tight, black T-shirt, snug, worn jeans, and cowboy boots.
The submissives of the club must fight over him all the time.
For a computer geek, he was far from nerdy looking, with his broad shoulders and chiseled torso.
And for some reason, he was the only one she felt a little embarrassed about standing in front of in her current state of undress.
Maybe because, aside from the day she stood in their team meeting in her underwear, he’d seen her almost every day fully clothed.
As her cheeks turned tomato-red, Brody winked, gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and then did the same to Kristen. “Hey there, Ninja-girl. You’re looking as sexy as ever.”
Angie was grateful Ian had ordered her a glass of wine and took a beer for himself.
She knew there was a drink limit if they were planning on playing, which he’d told her they were.
He was carrying her membership card for her, and it was how the bartenders and security staff kept track of everyone’s alcohol consumption.
Access to the pit was denied if a member had more than two drinks.
The six of them chatted for a few minutes, and Angie began to relax even more, despite Ian’s possessive hand resting on her right butt cheek under her baby-doll top, squeezing her bare flesh occasionally.
She looked around the bar and balcony areas, eyeing people of every shape, size, age, and ethnicity.
They were also all in varying states of dress, and she found it pretty easy to figure out whether a person was a Dominant or a submissive by looking at what they were wearing.
It was very odd seeing a few naked subs walking around without a care, but she imagined it was less of a distraction than being at a nudist beach where everyone would be undressed.
A waitress dressed in a short, black skirt, red bra, and black bowtie approached the group and stopped beside Brody.
She waited for him to stop talking, keeping her eyes cast downward the whole time.
Brody finished what he was saying to Master Carl and turned to the patient submissive.
“Yes, Cassandra. What can I do for you?”
“Good evening, Master Brody.” The pretty brunette kept her gaze averted from the Dom’s face. “Master Marco is a DM tonight by station four and requests you go see him when you have a moment.”
He smiled and, using two fingers, tilted the woman’s face up so she could see him. “Thank you, sweetheart. Find me if you’re interested in doing a scene when your shift is over. Okay?”
Cassandra’s face lit up. “Yes, Master Brody. I will. Thank you, Sir.”
The submissive walked away, smiling, and Brody excused himself before heading toward the grand staircase. Master Carl left them a minute later, and Ian looked at Angie. “Ready to go downstairs?”
She took a deep breath and nodded. She’d made it this far, so what the hell. “Yes, Sir. I am.”
“Good, because so am I.” He had a smile on his face, the one that always got her nervous and wet at the same time, and her heart rate increased.
He took her almost empty glass and left it on the bar with his own, explaining that only bottled water was allowed in the pit so the submissives walking around barefoot didn’t have to worry about broken glass.
Taking her hand, he led her to the stairs and gave her membership card to the security guard standing at the top.
The man scanned it and then Kristen’s before handing them back to the two Doms. Ian escorted her down the stairs, followed by Devon and Kristen.
They were about to break away from the other couple when a much younger Dom approached them and requested a moment to talk to Ian and Devon in private.
Ian had mentioned earlier his cousin, Mitch, who managed the club, was home with the flu for a few days, so Ian or Devon might need to take care of a few things in his place.
“Kristen, would you mind showing Angie the submissive waiting area? This will take a few minutes.”
Kristen looked at her Dom for permission, and he nodded. “Yes, Sir. Come on, Angie. I’ll introduce you to some of the other subs.”
Before Kristen had a chance to lead her away, Ian gave Angie a quick kiss. “Stay there until I come for you. A DM is standing nearby if there are any problems, which there shouldn’t be. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She was glad he took the time to ensure she was comfortable leaving him because it made her feel safe.
Kristen brought her to a sitting area halfway between the stairs and the stage, where several other submissives were sitting and talking.
One of them was Shelby, who jumped up and hugged Kristen.
Her friend explained that Shelby was one of her Beta-readers and had arranged for her to tour the club with Master Mitch.
During the fateful tour the author found out her date for that night—Devon—was part owner of the place.
The two women introduced her to four other submissives, two males and two females.
They all took seats on the couches, ottomans, and winged-back chairs and began to fill in the club's newest member on all the gossip. Suddenly, one of the male subs, also a newer member, gasped. “Who is that talking to Masters Devon and Ian? He’s absolutely scrumptious.”
Everyone looked toward the stairs to see the younger Dom had stepped away from the two men, and they now stood talking to an older Chris Hemsworth look-a-like.
Even from where the subs sat, they could see his stunning blue eyes, and with his shoulder length, dark blonde hair, and chiseled face, the man was an utter hunk.
If any submissive met the six-foot-four man outside a sex club, they would immediately recognize his status as a Dom.
He carried himself in a commanding, mysterious manner, and Angie guessed the man was popular with the subs unless he had one of his own.
Dressed in brown leather pants, boots, and a tan T-shirt, which hugged his muscular torso and arms, the man was swoon-worthy.
It was Shelby who clued everyone in after letting out a dramatic sigh. “That is Master Carter. He’s such a dreamboat.”
Angie almost chuckled because it seemed as if Shelby thought most good-looking men were “dreamboats,” but Kristen’s sharp inhalation caught her attention. She looked at her new friend to see the woman had her mouth open and was staring wide-eyed at the three men. “That’s Master Carter? Holy crap!”
Shelby looked incredulous. “Haven’t you met him yet, Kristen? Oh, that’s right—I don’t think he’s been here for about six months, so I guess it makes sense.”
“I’ve, uh, met him, sort of, but I didn’t know what he looked like.” Kristen's gaze stayed pinned on the men, and her answer had the other submissives eyeing her curiously.