F'N FABULOUS (Completed)

BDSM 101- Communicate

Five hours later, Mel and Jessie were decked out in full face drama for a night out. Beck invited them to the restaurant section of the club first. He left their names at the hostess who guided them into the VIP section in the back. It was a balcony of sorts that had a perfect view of the club below, but curtains hung to the side that could easily hide them if they wanted privacy. He was sitting, lounging really, between two men who wore only boots and tiny leather booty shorts. One was laughing. The other interrupted the other with a quick kiss. Beck pet their backs as he said something to them. The two men looked up at the approaching girls with kind smiles and then looked immediately to the floor.

"Mel. Jessie. You both look like Goddesses." Becks voice was confident and Jessie noted an octave lower than when they were at the modeling class.

"Why thank you..." Then added, "Sir." Mel said quietly almost as an after-thought. Beck smiled like a Cheshire cat. The two men scampered away holding hands. Beck patted the seat next to him. With the men gone, Jessie could see he was wearing a dark black shirt and faux leather vest with tight matching faux leather pants and boots. Mel almost melted into his side.

"I won't bite, Jessie." He said smirking.

"Hard." Mel said snickering. "Unless you ask." She added with a giggle.

"Shh." He kissed her forehead. He patted the back of the couch next to Mel so she didn't need to sit next to him.

As she sat down, Jessie noticed a waitress appeared in a lacy bra and panties set handing out menus while showing off black thigh high pantyhose with a lace garter as she pulled out her notepad and pen hidden in the lace.

"What can I get ya?" Her voice made Jessie cringe. It didn't match the sexy outfit. It was more of a diner-lady bored as hell and annoyed she had to speak to them at all.

"Water please." Jessie said quickly and pretended the menu in her hand was the most important thing in her life right now. She heard Beck order something French. The waitress seemed to melt and responded in perfect French with a smile on her lips and a wink.

"Did you put her under your spell too?" Jessie asked peeking over her menu.

Mel laughed. He didn't respond right away. "Do you want to be under my spell as well?"

Jessie shook her head.

"I didn't think so." He frowned but traced circles into Mel's shoulder. If she were a real cat, no doubt she would be purring. "But maybe Derek's then?" He raised an eyebrow.

Of course, the waitress showed up right when Jessie's mouth was wide open to protest.

She said some words in French while presenting the bottle. He thanked her, the only French Jessie knew. Jessie watched her pull the cork and sniff it before pouring a test glass for Beck. He swirled the ruby liquid around analyzing the reactions. Jessie assumed he did that in all things he did. She watched him smell it before taking his first sip. He nodded. The waitress poured two additional glasses before filling his halfway and leaving the bottle on the service table nearby.

"Please have a taste. Its made by a family who has been cultivating it for 8 centuries."

"The wine is 800 years old?" Jessie asked?

He smiled. "No, but the family have been sought after for their wine for over 800 years. This particular beauty is from the 80s."

"You want us to drink something that is 40 years old?" Jessie looked away. She knew it was rude, but eww.

"More for me!" Mel followed his lead, swirling, sniffing and tasting. "It's not bad."

"I'll stick with water." Jessie tried not to gasp when she felt her friend grab her chin so she would be looking at Mel.