Dark Chocolate (complete) 18+ (womanxwoman) (1st book in Dark Chocolate series)

Chapter 23: Jealousy or Intuition

I've wanted to do a public show for over a year now. But I think all the stars are finally aligning. I have the courage finally and I feel emotionally ready. In the past year I've done more things than I thought I ever could. There is an art exhibit about black queer bdsm coming up soon. Fin basically knows everyone involved. From the artist to the building owner to the curator.

She figured since she knows so many people she'd be polite and offer to help in any way she could. Surprisingly the artist Nzinga Ndongo took Fin up on the offer quick. "Do you know a dom and sub who might be willing to fuck in front of others?", she asked Fin. Fin said it took her a bit by surprise at first. But she also told me it didn't take long for us to come into mind.

"I wanted to say yes right then. I mean I was almost 100 percent positive you would've said yes. I just wanted to be 100.", she tells me as she recalls the story. She knows me well. I say that because as soon as she explains everything, I immediately say yes. Every since the Max incident at AfroPunk and our night in Fin's Playroom that was the result of the aforementioned; Fin has taken me to every fetish club you can think of (gay or straight) and fucked me senseless in each and every one. AfroPunk was just a week ago. We've already hit 6 clubs.

And don't get me started on work. I don't think our coworkers would be pleased to know where we've been fucking after hours. Hell sometimes during hours too. I'm not Max's biggest fan right now because of the way she responded to everything, but honestly I owe that woman a thank you basket. Sex with Fin was always better than sex with anyone else because of our feelings. But in the past I hadn't cum harder than when I was with Mistress Maxine. I said in the past.

Fin easily holds that title now too. "Hey do you know anything about a place called Paddles?", I hear Fin ask. "Um.", I say and look away. She looks at me and smirks. "Really?", she responds. Wow she's not mad or annoyed. Her look actually says quite the opposite. I guess I now know which club we're going to tonight. But maybe not. "Fin, they're kind of a borderline social club.", I tell her. She gives me a sexy look. "Well we can be sociable.", she shoots back.

She squeezes my hand tighter. I bite my lip. We're hailing a cab to go home. I lean in. "You know I'm yours right?" She leans back and looks me up and down. She then smirks again. "I have no doubts.", she says arrogantly. She looks forward again. "We're still going to the club.", she adds in. So that means we're going. I'm annoyed with Fin and this pissing show kind of thing. I'm also annoyed that I'm finding it sexy.

"Oh and our entire neighborhood probably knows your mine, by now. Our bedroom isn't soundproof.", she says. She licks her lips and gives me a sultry grin. She then turns it into her trademark taunting one. "But that's not my goal. My goal is for all of New York to know." I know we're standing in the middle of Harlem with tons of people around. But when she says that I'm tempted to give her the opportunity right then and there.

We reach Paddles by 10 and by 10:05 Fin has the attention of just the person she wanted. Mistress Maxine has both Michelle and Nick with her tonight. Nick sits on the floor with a leash and collar on while Michelle stands to Maxine's left looking at the floor. I feel Fin yank my hand. "Oh shit.", I think as I realize we're walking in their direction. Maxine speaks first. "Evening Fin." She's looking Fin directly in her eyes as she says that.

She then licks her lips and turns all her attention to me. "Evening, Issa." Jesus it's gonna be a long night she's purposely fucking with Fin. This is why I didn't want to come here. "You give zero fucks, huh?", Fin asks Max. To which Max answers, "I give many many fucks." I look at the floor and pinch the bridge of my nose. I think, "Shit."

"Some in this room know better than others." I look up to see Fin's reaction and she actually has a smirk. Maxine then looks over to Michelle then down to Nick and then back up to me. I sigh. She then says some things that finally get under Fin's skin. First is "But sometimes it's about more than fucks, right?" Fin's smirk disappears. Then Max looks at me before saying, "You're a lucky woman, Fin. I wouldn't want people to think I feel otherwise." Mistress Max then starts to walk away.

I look at Fin and she's clinching her jaws. "Hey.", she yells towards Maxine. Fin pulls out a flyer to the exhibit. "Here.", she says as she hands it to Max. Max looks at it and squints. "Ok so why are you giving me something about an art exhibit?", she asks Fin. "Remember Nzinga Ndongo? It's her exhibit on black bdsm.", Fin responds. Max gives Fin an and...ok look. Fin replies, "She asked Issa and I to be in it." Max looks at me.

I can't read her look. But I don't like it, whatever it is. It makes me suddenly second guess doing the show. Max nods and walks away. "Are you happy now?", I ask Fin. "Can we go home now?" Now I'm annoyed. The arrogant thing was cute at first. But then Max said what she said, I was kinda hoping Fin would've stopped. Giving her a flyer became overkill at that point.

"No. Let's hang out here for a minute.", Fin says. She then goes over to the bartender. I look around the room. Then I see Max in a group of people and it looks like someone may be speaking to to her but she definitely isn't listening. Why did she have to say stuff like that or look at me that way? Either way I'm definitely no longer piss or annoyed with her. The entire ride home I replay what Max said.

The next day Fin comes out her office and puts a piece of paper on my desk as she walks by. "You look very delicious....Nzinga was hoping to have lunch with us. I told her ok. Let me know if you can't." Honestly, I'm still a little annoyed with Fin after last night. I also haven't looked at the exhibit the same either. Between Fin handing Max the flyer and Max's reaction to it. It's been a blah feeling towards it since, not to mention what Max said. Sigh.

I get up and walk to Fin's office, I knock and peak my head in. "Ok.", I tell her. As I'm about to walk away, I hear Fin. "Hey Issa can you actually come here for a sec." I sigh, I know exactly what she wants and right now I want nothing less than that. In fact it's like a desert down there right now. "Um I can't right now, maybe later.", I tell her. I then rush off. Damn now I'm avoiding Fin..... I'm sorry but happened last night was just...ugh. I'm definitely not her biggest fan.

We meet Nzinga at around 12 at a New Orleans style restaurant on 96th called Yats Fishers. Nzinga is a short and thick "yellow bone". She has a large warm and beautiful smile. Her big brown doe like eyes capture you as soon as you meet her. She also has a slight gap. The gap actually enhances her beauty.

As we talk I learn she's originally from Baton Rouge and was a film major. She went to NYU with Fin. I also interestingly learned she and Fin were more than classmates. Yeah...they definitely fucked. Hell I could tell that before Nzinga even said anything. I just find it odd that Fin was the 1 who neglected to say something. As Nzinga told me that, the first thing that popped in my head was "Here we go again."

I've come to realize Fin has an extremely selective memory. And it's mostly selective when it comes to her and past relationships. When Nzinga mentions their history together, Fin looks down. She knows she fucked up. She doesn't even look my direction for the rest of the lunch. Which honestly is just fine by me. If I look her in her eyes right now she might turn to stone or some shit. I'm positive my expression would not be a pleasant one.

As we all go to leave, I whisper to Fin. "It might be best you take a cab solo back to work." She nods. "Ok.", she agrees. And heads out the door in 1 direction in the same direction as Nzinga. I go in the opposite. Honestly it wouldn't have even mattered to me if I hadn't seen them hug and it linger a little too long. I'm not the jealous type but I do have a woman's intuition. I now know I need to keep an eye on Ms. Nzinga.

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