Abby 2: Abigail

Chapter 10

I walked towards the lounge of the Fleur-de-lis, my heels clipping on the polished floor. Although I had the night off, I had come to support the club.

Tonight was an open BDSM night. Once a month, the club allowed members to use equipment set up in the auditorium. The idea was to allow less experienced members to learn and practice their techniques. Doms were on hand for instruction if requested and, more importantly, to watch out for safety reasons.

Mandy was working tonight, still dying to learn about my trip with Edan. Her eyes lit up as I approached.

"Emerald! OK, I need the dirt. And don't you dare leave anything out!"

"It was incredible," I replied, recalling the previous weekend. "I felt so free there."

"And your rich suitor?"

I hesitated for a moment. "Eden... was amazing. He made me feel safe and desired the whole time."

Her grin was mischievous as I told her every sordid detail, including meeting Rosella and her husband.

"Damn, girl! Sounds like you had a wild time. I can't believe you had a threesome. I mean, I would have, too, if I had been you. Eden is gorgeous."

"How are you and Victor?"

"Ugh. Victor has been moping around all week. He wants Madeleine to give him more responsibility at the club, but she won't do it yet. Says he's not ready. Honestly, I'm tired of hearing about it. It's like a broken record, and I'm about ready to smash it over his head."

"I'm sure she has her reasons, though. Right?"

"I don't know. And to be honest, at this point, I don't really care anymore."

We were interrupted by a patron approaching the bar to order a drink. I told Mandy we would catch up more later, before heading towards the auditorium.

My eyes scanned the room as I walked through the crowd, spotting a beautiful Dominatrix. She wore a purple corset with dark jeans and black stiletto boots that reached her knees. Her long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes gave off an air of authority as she played with her sub.

Standing next to a St. Andrew's cross, her hand rested on the back of the man bound to it. Her submissive was shorter than her, balding, and a little chubby. I watched her fingers trail down his spine as she leaned in close, her lips whispering something in his ear. Whatever she said sent visible shivers through him.

The man nodded, his eyes snapping shut as the woman's hand came down hard on his ass. I watched his body go rigid from the sharp impact, his breath catching as he thanked her.

"I didn't expect to see you here tonight, Abby," Victor said, coming up beside me.

"I thought I would come and watch, although I am technically not working, if that's what you mean."

"Are you sure? You look a bit overdressed for a night off."

His tone was slightly condescending. Not enough to call him out on, but I could sense an edge to his voice. It reminded me of what Mandy told me a few weeks ago. Was he jealous of me?

"I am just enjoying the night, Victor."

"I see. You seem quite taken by the Dom over there. Imagining yourself submitting to her?"

"Actually, I was admiring her technique and style. I was thinking of maybe trying it myself sometime."

"Oh?"

His face registered a slight look of incredulity. I think he thought I was joking.

"Well, enjoy the evening, Abby."