Page 33 of XX Love Affair
“These are rentals,” Delia informed her girlfriend as Helena donned a long necklace and two dangly earrings. “They return to the store tomorrow, so do be careful. By the way, do you need to borrow my coat? You’ll catch your death dressed like that.”
True to Mira’s word, Delia and her +1 were on the VIP guest list when they arrived at the underground club that evening. Their hostess took their coats and checked their IDs against the register. Helena had to join as Delia’s guest, and for a moment, it looked as if Helena wouldn’t hand over her driver’s license.
“What’s the matter?” Delia asked as her ID was checked by the hostess. “Stuck in your wallet?”
Helena slapped her card down on the counter. “No.” Yet she didn’t relax until the hostess glanced at it and handed it back to her.
They were led down a side hallway that bypassed most of the main area of Manhattan’s most exclusive club for Delia’s level of taste. And most of the badass bitches I know. She saw some of them on her way down the hallway, loitering outside the women’s restroom while fixing up their skimpy outfits and adjusting their fetish wear while discussing what their Mistresses would do to them if they were late.
“Is that what you want?” Delia asked as she and Helena slowly followed the hostess as they weaved through the tight crowd. “A Mistress?”
Helena faintly smiled. “I like what they offer, but I’m not a woman who can be kept.”
“No, I didn’t get the sense you were.” It hadn’t stopped Delia from acting like a Mistress around her, though. Dallying in the lifestyle for years had its perks, like now, when Delia recognized some of her social circle’s top stars for brown-nosing and getting the hell off on whatever tickled them that night.
They had entered the VIP party area, and as the hostess had explained, it was a safe space for guests to do whatever they cared as long as nobody else complained. They abided by a different social code now. One dominated by women who were used to getting their way.
“Bet you don’t feel out of place here.” Delia said that to Helena as they bypassed a woman wearing nothing but leather straps around her torso, absolutely nothing left to the imagination. How could it be? Those were her breasts, and that sure as hell was her waxed nether region. Have I had sex with her? I barely remember her name. The submissive girlfriend of some woman with a Southern accent was soon scooped up and taken to another room, where three other couples waited. Everyone was spread out between different places in the VIP area, but Delia only had eyes for the main room.
That was where Mira and her partner Blair greeted them, begrudgingly on Mira’s part.
“The drinks aren’t as good tonight,” she lamented as a way to avoid speaking to Delia. We use each other for favors, and that’s how it is. Once upon a time, Delia was the one with all the power in this imbalanced rivalry, but ever since Mira won the Summit and became a celebrated Domme on the circuit? Things had leveled out between them. Mira didn’t have to take as much of Delia’s crap, and Delia didn’t have to pretend that helping Mira was an altruistic act.
“It’s because you drink inferior rum,” Delia said as she and Helena sat on an adjacent loveseat. “I’m shocked they stock it here. You’d think it would only be top shelf for tonight.”
“What can I say? I like what I like.”
“Clearly, you don’t actually like it.”
Helena inserted herself into the conversation while Delia flagged down a waitress to order them both drinks. “We’ve met before, haven’t we?” Helena said to Blair, wearing a red silk kimono over her black lingerie. “At the lounge. About a week ago.”
Blair nodded. “I have the weekend off. It’s my turn to relax.” She nudged her partner. “This is my girlfriend and Mistress, Mira Whitfield. Don’t mind her if she’s already undressed you with both eyes. She loves scouting for new talent.”
Mira scoffed. Her dark hair was braided and looped around the back of her head, and with her heavy black eyeliner, she looked like she was ready for a fight more than sex. Tell me again why I like being around her so much? Mira was the right kind of feisty. She took no shit, not even from Delia, and it wouldn’t be surprising if they all slept together someday. An incredible mix of hate sex for her and me could be in store. Throwing Blair into the mix was a sweet candy on the sundae. Not that Mira would ever admit it.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Helena said with her seductive, albeit gravelly voice. “This is my first time here. Looks like an interesting crowd.”
“It’s only getting started,” Blair said, fanning herself with her kimono. “Ah, excuse me. My friend is here.”
She flagged down another young woman who beelined toward her. Blair stood up, her ass right in her Mistress’s face as she hugged someone in a bright pink crop top and fishnets beneath her booty shorts. Delia recognized the back of Tara Staudenmaier’s gray head before she realized that the body in front of her was the same one she had seen prancing around here naked a few months ago. Didn’t she used to be shy? Delia supposed nobody stayed shy in this circle for long.
Helena was introduced to Tara, who always had a friendly smile for new people. Helena was probably taken aback by that since she screamed a raw indifference for any girl who dared to be nice to her. Delia rather liked that about her. Like Helena, Delia didn’t play games. She expected everyone around her to be their authentic selves, all the way down to airing their real grievances and saying what else was on their minds. Girls like Tara put on a front. They were sweet and nice to people that they didn’t like. They wanted everyone to like them.
It was the one thing that kept women like Delia from adoring women like Tara, and she had a feeling Helena was the same way.
“I hear the party games will start soon,” Tara said mostly to her friend, although Delia could hear her as well. “Are you going to play? I think I might tonight.”
Blair laughed. “Don’t think I get a choice. Mira is always saying we have to advertise. What better way to advertise than to participate in whatever game they’re playing tonight?”
Both of them looked at Helena, who must not have known what they were talking about. “Party games?” she curiously asked.
“She’s new,” Blair said to her bestie.
“Oh, if you’re a freak, you’ll be into it.” Tara laughed so hard that she stumbled backward. She caught herself before she fell into Blair’s lap. “Don’t know what the game is yet, but every submissive is invited to play. Since you’re with Ms. Benoist…” That was her first time acknowledging Delia beside her. “Guess that’s you.”
“Guess so.”
“It’s a great way to advertise yourself if you perform. Or to get off if you’re an exhibitionist. You get a lot of attention if you play it up.”