7. Chapter 7
Midnight had acquired its prestigious reputation as the pinnacle of rich-bitch’s sexual playground for a reason.
Danica considered herself a Domme, surrounded herself with women who were of a similar persuasion, and had a knack for putting together a great beacon of hospitality.
Her numerous cafés, restaurants, and bed & breakfasts were mere steppingstones on the way to creating one of America’s most exclusive nightclubs.
You needed to be filthy rich to afford a normal membership.
Barring that, you had to offer something that the club needed.
Like the place up in New York City, Midnight was always on the lookout for young, submissive types who knew how to play their role.
They were often given reduced membership fees to encourage them to show up and entertain the rich.
In return, they had fun and sometimes came out with a new long-term partner.
Most people, however, came to play with their already established partners or to hang out with their kink-loving friends. Sarah wasn’t in the least bit surprised when Danica Moreau took her old friend Luca Blackbourne to Midnight for drinks at the end of a hectic week.
The drinks cost more than Sarah’s weekly salary. The smokes were gifts from Luca. She brought two King of Denmark cigars for her friend (and new business partner) to enjoy.
Ms. Moreau rarely took off her jackets and sweaters in public.
But once the liquor flowed and the cigars were lit, she relaxed in the Diamond VIP Lounge with her jacket off and top three buttons undone.
Alicia was spending the evening with a friend elsewhere.
Something Luca chastised her over when she came back from the bathroom and saw her married friend flirting with their personal server for the evening.
“It’s not flirting if you’re telling her what to do.”
Luca sat down on a luxurious leather stool across from her.
The smoke of her cigar wrapped languidly around the blacklights shining upon them.
Sarah had to look away. Her job was to stay in the shadows, anyway.
Ms. Moreau was off the clock for the rest of the evening, but someone was needed to check up on the staff and to process any appointment requests that came Danica’s way while surrounded by millionaires.
As much business as pleasure was conducted in Midnight.
She glanced at the two bodyguards standing near the entrance of the VIP room. They nodded back at her.
“For you,” Luca continued, ignoring the help lining the perimeter of the room, “telling a woman what to do is flirting.”
Danica grinned back at her, cigar clenched between her teeth. She withdrew a pack of playing cards from a drawer in the nearest table. As she shuffled, she said, “I met my wife in this room. You'd better watch it. This is a sacred space.”
“Well, I met no wives in this room, so I call ‘em like I see ‘em.” Luca raised her glass. “To your beautiful marriage and the even more beautiful baby sure to be on the way.”
Danica toasted to that. “Keep that up,” she said, placing the empty shot glass on the table between her and Luca, “and we’ll have to find you a lady for the night around here.”
“I hear this is a good place to do it.”
“You would know. You’re the one who gave me the idea to open it.”
Sarah bristled where she stood. Good thing it was so dark in there that her black pantsuit melded seamlessly into the shadows.
“What better way to meet your future wife? I’m psychic.”
“You’ve already made me a billion dollars. At this rate, you’re going to become my daughter’s godmother.”
“I’ll settle for you naming her after me. Luca Moreau has a ring to it.”
“Unfortunately, we’ve already settled on a full name. I’ll keep that in mind for the next one, though.”
“Tsk, tsk.” Luca picked up her playing cards. “How can you say that to the woman who made you a billion dollars and helped you meet your wife – without even knowing it? At least you didn’t help me meet mine. Bless you for staying out of that mess.”
Danica laughed. “Remember, at your wedding, when your mother screamed at Jill for wearing off-white instead of white?”
“Trust me, hon, there was nothing pure about Jill when I put a ring on her.”
“I made the same observation about my wife when I married Alicia.”
“You kept your wedding classy.”
“Justice of the Peace?”
“Justice of the Peace. That’s the way to do it.”
Sarah didn’t want to think about any of this. Not the quickie City Hall marriage she helped her boss arrange the previous summer, or the fact that this married woman she screwed bragged about it.
“What if I told you,” Luca began, playing a card on the table, “that I’m still pretty satisfied with this woman I met in New York last week?”
Danica’s eyebrows shot up. Sarah’s wanted to crash down her face. You’re kidding me. Fucking. Kidding me. Luca really hadn’t recognized her, had she?
“Tell me more. I live vicariously through you now that I’m monogamous.”
Even though Luca lowered her voice, Sarah was still tortured by the words coming out of her mouth. “One of the most forward little vixens I have met in months, honestly. Came right up to me and practically grabbed my pussy through my pants.”
“You have that magnetic attraction to you, clearly.”
“God is real, my friend.”
Danica fanned out the cards in her hand, studying each one before playing the best in her possession. “He sent you an angel, huh?”
Luca stiffened. So did Sarah behind her. “You could certainly say that. Blonde, busty, beautiful, and ready to bone.”
“Which you did, of course.”
“Of course. Couldn’t let a fine young woman looking for my body walk away without getting to know it.”
Sarah wanted to be sick. Because Luca talking about this wasn’t bad enough, she had to talk about it with the boss?
She was saved when her work phone rang.
Alicia Moreau’s name and picture flashed on the screen. Sarah excused herself, although the only people who noticed were the two stoic bodyguards. They didn’t give a shit what she did.
“Yes, ma’am?” Sarah hoped her other boss couldn’t hear the disdain in her voice.
“Status report, please.”
Sarah glanced at the two old friends smoking, drinking, and playing cards while a half-naked party went on downstairs. “Nothing of real note to report. Ms. Moreau and Ms. Blackbourne are enjoying themselves.”
“Is she smoking?”
“Ms. Moreau?”
“Yes, my wife.”
“She is, ma’am.”
Alicia sighed.
“If it’s any consolation, this is not a normal occurrence.” Ms. Moreau was not a regular smoker. The only times Sarah ever saw her boss smoke were during situations like these, when presented with a nice cigar to enjoy.
“That does help, yes. Still doesn’t save me from the foul smell when she gets home later tonight.” Alicia paused. “Is she having a good time?”
Nothing about her tone implied that she thought her wife was up to no good. More like “My wife has such a stick up her ass that I would love to see her cut loose.”
“She seems to be enjoying herself, yes, ma’am.”
“Good, good. Give me a heads up when she comes home. Just in case she doesn’t.”
“I will. Anything else you need?”
“No. I’m sorry for taking up your time. I’ll make sure you’re not disturbed tomorrow so you can have some time off.”
“Appreciated, ma’am.”
Alicia hung up. Sarah likewise pocketed her phone and returned to the VIP area, where Luca was leaning back in a different chair, her buttons loosened, and her legs spread open enough to taunt any woman into fantasies of getting in her lap – with her thighs or her face.
She hated how she was stopped in her tracks. Hated that her thoughts instantly went back to last Saturday night, when Luca not only fucked her to orgasm and beyond in a club much like this one. And then? Sarah dared to give her another orgasm. Dared to imagine doing it again.
She had been a delight in many ways. A frustration in many others.
Ms. Moreau checked a text from her wife on her phone – Sarah knew it was from Alicia because Danica only made that face when dealing with her wife, the magnanimous woman who had turned her whole world and family upside down.
Sarah didn’t care about the faces she made. She only cared about the calming countenance on Ms. Blackbourne’s.
Stop it. Stop looking at her. She’s a cretin. They all are. Sarah wasn’t sure if she lumped Ms. Moreau in there. The woman had never made a pass at her, but her father… guilty by association in that case.
Sarah couldn’t stop looking at her. At Luca.
It took her a moment to realize Luca was gazing back at her, head thrown back against the back of the seat and occasionally puffing on her cigar.
But those blue eyes were definitely – absolutely, certainly – pointed in Sarah’s direction.
She nonchalantly took up her post again and gave Luca only a cursory look before glancing away again.
Luca’s gaze continued to penetrate her.
She’s not good-looking at all. That’s what Sarah told herself, even though she knew it was a brutal falsehood.
Luca Blackbourne was as hot as the lights beating upon them.
There was a reason half the people in the room had taken off their jackets, loosened their ties, and rolled up their sleeves.
Even in that dim room, Sarah could see the soft skin adorning Luca’s arms.
She remembered the hints of hair on her chest when she unbuttoned her shirt.
Recalled the scent of her body as it overcame her.
The strength rumbling beneath her skin. The hot musk of her pussy when it touched Sarah’s mouth more than once.
How Luca made her shudder with only a few touches of the hand…
“Ms. Clayborn.”
She jerked at the sound of her boss’s voice. Danica motioned for her to come over, her stony face implying she had called for her more than once.
Sarah approached, careful not to make eye contact with Luca. “Yes, ma’am?”
“Check in on management for me. Then you may do as you please.” That was her way of releasing Sarah for the weekend. “Have a good one.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She briefly looked in Luca’s direction. “Ms. Blackbourne.”