Doc - A Club Alias Novel

“How are y’all tonight?” the girl from behind the bar asks, and she smiles huge at me.

“Great, Dixie. And yourself?” Vi prompts.

“Wonderful. Mikolas will be here later. He’s at the studio working on his album,” she replies, and then her eyes turn to Neil. Her face softens, and she asks him in the sweetest voice, “May I, Doc?” and gestures with her open palms facing up toward me.

“Of course, Dixie girl,” Neil responds, and her face splits in a wide grin as she reaches across him for my hand.

She squeezes my palm between both of hers, and I watch, astonished, as tears fill her pretty eyes surrounded by the black lace mask. “I’m so honored to finally meet you, Goddess,” she says, and it’s startling to hear anyone but Neil call me that. “Your master has been such an important part of my life for years, first as my therapist and then as my employer. I don’t know where I’d be in life if it hadn’t been for him. Certainly not married to the man of my dreams after a life-changing adventure to the Czech Republic for sure.” She giggles, but I’m still stuck on the fact that she called Neil my “master.” It’s both titillating and humorous. “Could you even imagine the me of six years ago stepping foot on a plane to cross an ocean, Doc?” She shakes her head.

“I can, but the image isn’t pretty,” Neil says with a chuckle.

She smiles. “Anyhoo, I’m just so happy Doc has finally found a woman worthy enough to own his heart, because it’s such a very special one, and I know you’ll take care of it. After all, surely any sister of sweet Twyla is one hell of a lady, and I look forward to seeing you here often,” she tells me, and then she lets go of my hand to step to the edge of the table in the center of our group. “Now, what can I get y’all to drink?”

We all place our orders, and then she’s off to fill them.

“Well she’s an absolute doll baby,” I say, and everyone nods in agreement. “So, anyone want to tell me what’s going on? This is not what I expected for my first real night at Club Alias. Where are all the boobies?”

Seth lets out a single bark of laughter before my sister reaches over and pinches his nipple. “Ow. Rude.” He glares playfully at her before leaning over to kiss her cheek then pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“As you know from our sessions, I was a little worried about bringing you here and exposing you to all the Doms and subs at once. We have no say on the scenes they want to act out in the public areas, and I thought giving you a few hours to just enjoy the setting itself first, to kind of ease you in, would be a good idea,” Neil explains, and I nod.

“Oh. Okay. But I told you, even when I saw what Randy was doing to Kristin, I didn’t like… get triggered or anything. I-uh… I even tried to help her until… um. Yeah. That happened,” I remind him.

“Even so, I’d rather you wade in through the shallow end instead of jumping in headfirst off the highest diving board.” He reaches beneath the table to rest his big hand on my thigh, his palm hot on my bare skin. “Plus, this way, you get to experience everything in the open. Every other time, all of us would be wearing masks and going solely by our Dom and sub names.”

“Ah, is that why Dixie called me Goddess?”

“Yes,” he replies.

“But she called Twyla by her real name,” I point out.

“I don’t really come to the club much, sis,” she reminds me, leaning back and rubbing her pregnant belly, and I snort.

“Awkwaaaard,” I drawl.

“Hey, that’s not fair. I came a lot while I was pregnant,” Vi inserts. “All that extra blood in your system makes for some intense orgasms. We christened every single one of these playrooms, so have fun imagining that next time you’re in one.” And then she moos, and I literally choke on my spit when we all bust out laughing as I watch Corbin lean down to kiss the side of her neck.

“So I’ll have to get used to calling you what, Seven—” I point to Seth. “—Knight—” I point to Brian. “—Sarge?” I ask Corbin, and he nods. “But what about the girls?”

“No one is supposed to address our subs by name while we’re at the club. That’s why Dixie asked Doc for permission before speaking to you directly. But since Clarice and I are switches, she sometimes goes by Mistress when she’s topping that evening,” Brian explains, and it’s admittedly arousing to think about the sexy, curvaceous, yet tiny brunette dominating the over six-and-a-half-foot hulk of a man.