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dominatrix, I wouldn’t be asking you if you wanted me to
be your sub,” I laughed.
“So you know a lot about
that world, huh?” Zane looked at me quickly with a slight grin, and
I punched his shoulder.
“Actually, no.” I laughed.
“I’ve read a few books that were about couples who were living
those lifestyles.”
“And it made you
interested?”
“No.” My voice was sharper
than I had intended. “No. I don’t think I would be cut out to be a
dom or a sub.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so
either.”
“What does that
mean?”
“Just that I can’t see you
in either role in the bedroom.”
“You’ve thought about me in
the bedroom?” I gasped out, surprised and slightly
tickled.
“Well, no.” He laughed.
“Let’s change the subject. I don’t want to get myself in trouble
again.”
“Uh huh.” I knew I was
taking the conversation down a slippery path, but I felt a flush
run through me as I thought about him thinking about me. It was a
warm and happy feeling, and I wanted to hold on to it as long as
possible.
“I think you’re addicted to
sex.”
“What?” I
laughed.
“You’re always bringing it
up.”
“No, I’m not.” I rolled my
eyes.
“Yes you are.”
“Then let’s make a bet now.
The next person to bring up sex has to give the other
person—”
“A naked massage.” Zane
interrupted me as he pulled into a parking lot.
“You wish.” I rolled my
eyes.
“Maybe I do.” He licked his
lips, and we got out of the car.
“Starting from now, the
next person that mentions sex has to give the other person
$100.”
“Whoa Lucky, I don’t want
to take your money.”
“I’ll be taking yours and
I’m not worried about taking it.” We both laughed and walked into
the IHOP.
“Oh Lucky, so honest and so
confident.”
“I’m thinking about what
I’m going to spend my $100 on,” I purred, as we walked to our
table. I opened the menu eagerly, trying to decide what I wanted to
eat. My stomach was growling at the smell of grease, and I wanted
to stuff my face with many items on the menu.
“Do you know what you want
to get?”
“I want to get eggs, bacon,
sausage, pancakes, toast, and hash browns.” I laughed. “And I’m
also eyeing the crepes.”
“Small
appetite.”
“Well you know how we
supermodels do it.”
“Oh of course, you need a
big breakfast before the catwalk.”
“Exactly, or the wind will
blow us away.”
“We can’t have the wind
blowing you away now.” Zane winked at me, and I leaned towards him
with a grin.
“Exactly, not when I’m
doing a service to mankind, showing off ugly dresses that cost
thousands of dollars.”
“If you want me to buy you
one such dress, let me know.”
“I can afford to buy it
myself …” I laughed. “Goodwill has plenty of designs that match
those on the catwalk, and I can buy several outfits for
$20.”
“Well then, here you go.”
Zane took out his wallet and dropped $20 on the table. “Go crazy on
me.”
I grabbed the $20 and used
it to fan myself. “Why thank you, Mr. Beaumont, I do say I think
you are my hero right now.” I spoke in a deep Southern accent, and
he laughed.
“Maybe I should introduce
you to my dad, it seems to me that you could have a huge career in
acting.”
“Why, whatever do you mean,
kind sir? I’m no actress, I’m just a Southern belle.”
“I do like me a Southern
belle.” At this point, Zane and I were staring into each other’s
eyes, and our faces were inches away from each other. If I
moved forward slightly, our lips would be touching.
“Hi, thanks for coming to
IHOP. Can I get you guys some drinks?” A sour-looking, older lady
was standing at the table, glaring at us, and I sat back quickly,
embarrassed to have been caught in a non-intimate, intimate
moment.
“Can I have a small orange
juice and a glass of coffee, please?” I smiled at the lady, and she
stared back at me with a surly look.
“And you, sir?” She turned
away from me and looked
dominatrix, I wouldn’t be asking you if you wanted me to
be your sub,” I laughed.
“So you know a lot about
that world, huh?” Zane looked at me quickly with a slight grin, and
I punched his shoulder.
“Actually, no.” I laughed.
“I’ve read a few books that were about couples who were living
those lifestyles.”
“And it made you
interested?”
“No.” My voice was sharper
than I had intended. “No. I don’t think I would be cut out to be a
dom or a sub.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so
either.”
“What does that
mean?”
“Just that I can’t see you
in either role in the bedroom.”
“You’ve thought about me in
the bedroom?” I gasped out, surprised and slightly
tickled.
“Well, no.” He laughed.
“Let’s change the subject. I don’t want to get myself in trouble
again.”
“Uh huh.” I knew I was
taking the conversation down a slippery path, but I felt a flush
run through me as I thought about him thinking about me. It was a
warm and happy feeling, and I wanted to hold on to it as long as
possible.
“I think you’re addicted to
sex.”
“What?” I
laughed.
“You’re always bringing it
up.”
“No, I’m not.” I rolled my
eyes.
“Yes you are.”
“Then let’s make a bet now.
The next person to bring up sex has to give the other
person—”
“A naked massage.” Zane
interrupted me as he pulled into a parking lot.
“You wish.” I rolled my
eyes.
“Maybe I do.” He licked his
lips, and we got out of the car.
“Starting from now, the
next person that mentions sex has to give the other person
$100.”
“Whoa Lucky, I don’t want
to take your money.”
“I’ll be taking yours and
I’m not worried about taking it.” We both laughed and walked into
the IHOP.
“Oh Lucky, so honest and so
confident.”
“I’m thinking about what
I’m going to spend my $100 on,” I purred, as we walked to our
table. I opened the menu eagerly, trying to decide what I wanted to
eat. My stomach was growling at the smell of grease, and I wanted
to stuff my face with many items on the menu.
“Do you know what you want
to get?”
“I want to get eggs, bacon,
sausage, pancakes, toast, and hash browns.” I laughed. “And I’m
also eyeing the crepes.”
“Small
appetite.”
“Well you know how we
supermodels do it.”
“Oh of course, you need a
big breakfast before the catwalk.”
“Exactly, or the wind will
blow us away.”
“We can’t have the wind
blowing you away now.” Zane winked at me, and I leaned towards him
with a grin.
“Exactly, not when I’m
doing a service to mankind, showing off ugly dresses that cost
thousands of dollars.”
“If you want me to buy you
one such dress, let me know.”
“I can afford to buy it
myself …” I laughed. “Goodwill has plenty of designs that match
those on the catwalk, and I can buy several outfits for
$20.”
“Well then, here you go.”
Zane took out his wallet and dropped $20 on the table. “Go crazy on
me.”
I grabbed the $20 and used
it to fan myself. “Why thank you, Mr. Beaumont, I do say I think
you are my hero right now.” I spoke in a deep Southern accent, and
he laughed.
“Maybe I should introduce
you to my dad, it seems to me that you could have a huge career in
acting.”
“Why, whatever do you mean,
kind sir? I’m no actress, I’m just a Southern belle.”
“I do like me a Southern
belle.” At this point, Zane and I were staring into each other’s
eyes, and our faces were inches away from each other. If I
moved forward slightly, our lips would be touching.
“Hi, thanks for coming to
IHOP. Can I get you guys some drinks?” A sour-looking, older lady
was standing at the table, glaring at us, and I sat back quickly,
embarrassed to have been caught in a non-intimate, intimate
moment.
“Can I have a small orange
juice and a glass of coffee, please?” I smiled at the lady, and she
stared back at me with a surly look.
“And you, sir?” She turned
away from me and looked
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