Cristiana Chapter 3
I was back at Lustz. I stayed away for almost a week. Well, truthfully, I’d been so busy again this week, I didn’t have the energy to go throughout the week. But it was Friday night, and I was setting aside work to have “me” time and to relax.
I wouldn’t lie and say I wasn’t nervous.
Part of it was due to wondering whether Rhys would be there and start his pushing again.
However, the bigger reason was that I wanted to see Reuben again.
That man had lingered on my mind and disturbed me at the most inopportune times.
I knew he’d be here because I’d spoken to Tajah the other day.
During the conversation, she’d mentioned that I shouldn’t go to the club on Mondays and Tuesdays because those were Reuben’s days off.
When I asked her why it mattered, she said he was the one to go to if I had problems like Rhys.
I let her comment go after that, but it stayed with me.
While I knew Lustz had numerous security staff, it made me feel safer knowing Reuben would be there.
And it was thoughts of him that had me dressed the way I was.
I tried to talk myself out of doing it, but I hadn’t been very harsh about it.
I wanted to feel sexy and desirable tonight, though I didn’t want to attract people like Rhys.
The truth was, I was dressed up for Reuben and no one else.
When I was open to playing in my old club, I had dressed the part, so to speak.
My partners and I mostly did our thing in private, but I loved to see the look on the guy’s face when he saw me.
The anticipation added to the spice of it.
So far, since I was only observing at Lustz, I’d kept my clothing rather plain, nothing overly sexually provocative.
Tonight, I ended that. Even though I had no intention of playing with anyone, I wanted Reuben to see me.
It was true, he hadn’t given me any indication during our first meeting that he was interested in me, but I wanted to be sure. I desperately hoped he had hidden it or I could elicit it. Sometimes, first impressions weren’t the best, or at least not the ones that stuck, despite the old saying.
In place of flats or wedges, I had on a pair of four-inch black stilettos.
What other color would they be? I paired the shoes with my black leather pants.
They were snug at the ankle and fit me like a second skin.
Despite how they clung to me, those pants were surprisingly comfortable.
I added one of my favorite blouses to the look.
It was a bright red, which, with my hair and skin, complemented each other well.
It had a scoop neck front, which dipped to the tops of my breasts.
The sleeves reached to my elbows, but the area right below the shoulder was open in a cold-shoulder style.
Across my collarbones were three large silver links.
There were round ones on each end and an oval one in the middle.
The back of the top was open down to the point where my bra band was.
For accessories, I kept it simple—a slender silver cuff and large silver hoop earrings.
Since it was nighttime, I applied my makeup more liberally, making my eyes and lips stand out.
As for my hair, I left it down in subtle waves.
Checking myself out in the mirror, I felt good about how I looked.
If Reuben didn’t react to this, then I could cross him off my list and move on.
Who knew? Maybe tonight would be the one where I met someone who did snare my interest as much or more than him.
Before leaving the house, I slid on a long winter coat and grabbed a small handbag.
I slipped in the essentials, then locked up and went to my car.
It was dark out, so I was extra aware of my surroundings. The feeling of unease I had last Sunday was gone. I had felt it once more this past week, while I was sitting at home working, which I knew was ridiculous. I was in my apartment. Thankfully, it hadn’t occurred again.
With traffic dying down after rush hour, the drive wasn’t a bad one.
In a short time, I was in Lustz’s parking lot.
It was packed, no surprise. I drove all over the lot before I found an open spot.
It was almost to the back of the damn thing.
Not ideal, but it couldn’t be helped. Getting out, I locked my car and made the journey to the front door.
Standing there was Damir, the doorman slash bouncer.
I’d met him before when he made sure to introduce himself. He smiled when he saw me.
“Back again, I see. And based on those shoes, I see that you’re dressed very differently. Can I have a peek? I wanna judge how much trouble we’ll have tonight,” he said, winking.
Laughing at him, I undid my coat and opened it wide. I even let it drop down to my elbows so he saw the back of my top as I twirled slowly. A long whistle came out of him.
“Goddamn, woman, you are looking to cause trouble tonight. Better be on watch. Some man will sweep you off your feet and claim you. Should I have the police on standby?” Damir teased.
I laughed. “Thank you for the compliment, but I don’t think we’ll need the cops. I highly doubt anyone will be claiming me. I thought I’d change things up tonight. You sure know how to make a lady feel good.”
“Hey, it’s all true. Hell, I’m gay and you even have me wondering if I’m bi,” he said.
This comment made me laugh harder. We exchanged a few more remarks before he ushered me inside so I wouldn’t get too cold. His last remark was a wish for me to have a good time. I winked at him before entering.
My first stop after getting my beads for my wristband from the lady inside the door who handed out the various beads to patrons was the ladies’ locker room.
There, I stowed my coat and handbag, after taking out my ID and some cash.
I tucked them into a hidden pocket in the waist of my pants made for just this purpose.
After I checked my makeup and found it good to go, I left the locker room and entered the exuberance of the first floor.
The atmosphere was loud, with numerous voices and music playing in the background. People were everywhere in singles, couples, and larger groupings. Drinks were prevalent, so much like a regular bar at the end of a long work week.
I scanned the darkness to see if Reuben was downstairs.
As I did, I walked through the throngs. I noticed heads turning, but I wasn’t interested in them, so I kept going.
When I was convinced he wasn’t on this floor, I headed for the elevator to go to the second floor.
I didn’t bother to stay and have a drink.
Exiting the elevator, the attendant there scanned my card.
It had an electronic chip in it that the bartenders and waitstaff downstairs updated with a device whenever you had an alcoholic drink.
Noting I hadn’t had anything, I was waved to come further in.
Up here, you can only be served non-alcoholic refreshments.
This floor wasn’t much less crowded than the one downstairs.
Even with four more inches of height, it was hard to see over many people.
I began the amble to see if Reuben was here.
I was at it for about ten minutes or more when I caught a glimpse of what I thought was Reuben through a crack in a group of bodies.
I rushed over and around them to see if I was correct.
I stopped in my tracks. I was right, it was him.
However, he wasn’t alone. A woman who was scantily clothed was with him.
She wasn’t merely talking to him. No, she was hanging off the left side of his body.
She was smiling up at him. Reuben was looking down at her, smiling.
He wasn’t shaking her off him or scowling, which told me he was okay with it.
A shaft of pain hit my gut at the sight.
God, I was an idiot. Of course, he wasn’t interested in me.
He had someone already. Why I hadn’t thought of that was an example of wishful thinking.
I was stupid to believe that a man like Reuben didn’t have someone.
Heck, he probably had several of them. That being the case, it was a good thing he wasn’t into me.
I wasn’t a woman willing to share her serious partner or boyfriend.
Resolutely, I turned my back on them and walked off the way I came.
I wished I had had a drink or two before coming up here.
But I knew if I went down there to get them, I would leave.
Staying here was the smart thing to do. Sucking in a deep breath, I looked around.
It was time I did more than watch the demonstrations and the people who were open with their play and sex being observed.
Tonight, I’d spend time checking out the crowds and see if someone caught my eye.
I was tired of being alone and unfulfilled.
It was time to get back out there. Reuben Davila wasn’t the only man in the world. I had to try harder, that’s all.