The night was going by smoothly. Every person who entered Charms was enjoying themselves. What made Charms unique and set a part from other clubs, was that there was a high respect for the performers.
Though they were looked at as highly desirable, each sector of performers had ground rules that visitors had to follow during their performances. They couldn't be touched unless the performers gave them permission, they couldn't speak to them just any kind of way, and if they wanted to see a specific Charm more frequently, they'd have to get the all clear from Normani first.
These rules were established well before Normani became head of the club. Created by Charms' first CEO, these rules helped to keep order. They also aided in creating beautiful relations between the Charms and some of their long time visitors, both past and present. Normani often heard of past Charm members ending up with their regulars, a wonderful marriage blooming as a result.
When Normani was a Charm herself, she desired to have that same story; getting a nice looking regular, male or female, and eventually having a wonderful relationship with them. But life, as beautiful as it turned out for the ebony, was never as easy as she wanted it to be. It was often times a little chaotic in an intriguing sort of way, especially after the death of her first dom.
As soon as his warm eyes entered her thoughts, Normani did her best to shake off that uneasy feeling. She decided to mingle with some of the people that came to Charms tonight. A lot of them were highly ranked members of the community. She always knew how to pick them out from those who either just joined, or those who came just to look for something different and exciting to get into.
If she was being honest, she wasn't in the mood to have a conversation with another cocky dom for ten minutes straight. She despised that majority of male doms in the community were full of themselves, very contrary to female dommes. So instead, she walked at a leisurely pace around her queendom, being on the lookout for someone who may be spending their very first time in Charms.
It wasn't long before she spotted a man all by his lonesome at an empty pole slot. He was just happily taking in his surroundings, housing a drink with both of his hands as his beautiful, light eyes scanned the entire club. Normani noticed the slight change in the man's eyes when his sights switched from the men to the women. That alone told Normani that he was still figuring himself out.
She smiled to herself as she slowly made her way over to him. He looked up to her and smiled politely as she sat next to him. Normani thought he was quite handsome. He had a slightly scruffy look to him, his eyes making him look a little shy yet approachable.
"Hi," she greeted softly.
"Hello," he greeted back shyly. "I'm...terribly sorry, am I in your work space? I can find somewhere else to sit."
"No sweetie you're okay," Normani giggled, smitten at the man's English accent. "I don't necessarily work here. At least not in the way these beautiful ladies do."
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Beautifully Submissive (Norminah)
Fanfiction***BASED OFF ONE-SHOTS "BEAUTIFULLY SUBMISSIVE" AND "WOMAN IN RED"*** After the death of her fiancé (her first dom), Normani Kordei vowed to be to another what he was to her. After meeting a beautiful, blonde, Polynesian woman in New York, and after...