An Eye For An Eye (The Club)
Prodding me back to reality is Ella asking me a question. “Huh?” I responded.
“Jude, I asked if you wanted to join us upstairs. We’re going to the cross.” Ella giggles and I ponder for a second what the hell she wants to pray about, but don’t ask her any other questions to clarify. As long as she doesn’t leave me down here to some random sexual deviant’s whims I was fine.
“Lead the way.” We linked arms and Ken takes my other side guiding me up a set of stairs a bit too helpfully down another hallway to a room with a door. I wasn’t an invalid, but it was obvious he was catering to my lack of sight right away gesturing directions every turn we came upon and describing the club’s updated decor courtesy of Claire Phillips, a local interior designer whose name was familiar to me.
“Ladies, why don’t you warm things up a bit while I grab us some refreshments to hold us over?”
“Excellent.” Ella tugged me over to a low couch where she guided me to sit. “I am so happy you decided to come out with me.” Ella has gone back to being tou
chy feely again, but I’m left cold thinking that I’d rather be somewhere else than here.
“I told you I would. What is this place besides a sex club? I sense it’s something more.” My intuition heightened as Ella moved closer to me.
“It’s a place where people like us can safely explore our desires.” She brushes a lock of my hair over my shoulder kissing my cheek.
“Us? I’m not really sure I am someone like that.” Ella kissed my lips, her lip gloss tasted sugar sweet, too sticky to be natural. I don’t know if I’m like that, into those things, but I’m not vehemently disagreeing right away either.
“Oh Jude, I’m on the continuum, I like everything, you know.” She’s all over my personal space here on the couch. I wondered if I can make some excuse to get the evening moving along toward the end despite wanting this at first.
“Isn’t that kind of greedy?” She laughed and I wondered next where Ken fit in, because while I was okay playing with my friend and experimenting, he was definitely not a part of the package deal tonight. Ken strikes me as a slim ball I’d rather not be around.
“Don’t you think that’s hypocritical, Jude? I mean you’re here with me.” She palmed my breast through the silk of my dress and desire weakened my resistance.
“I suppose you’re right. I’m sorry if that sounded judgmental, I’m just not one hundred percent into your friend Ken here.” Maybe I was just being a bitch since my recent encounter with him made me so unsettled.
“I know you didn’t mean it that way. Besides I thought we could all have some fun and loosen up. You don’t want to remain pure as snow forever do you?”
Instinctively I rolled my eyes as useless as they were and replied sarcastically. “I’ve never seen snow in Texas.”
“Precisely, Jude. Anymore objections?” Ella hesitated and I decided to go for it. What was the worst that could happen? I trusted my friend whom I’d known since grade school.
“I guess not.” Shrugging I felt her inch closer and closer, her breath becoming my own as we met in the middle to kiss.
“Perfect.” Ella whispered against my lips before pressing them deeply against my own. I let the kiss happen and felt her hand slip underneath my short dress to play with the lace edging of my panties.
I let my nerves settle into her touch. “Is he coming back?”
“Hmm?”
“Ken?” I asked, between heavy pets and wet kisses.
“Oh maybe later, let’s get you up on the cross first.” Ella stands abruptly pulling me up with her.
“So we’re not planning on praying?”
She laughed a little too loudly grating on my ears as she squeezed my hand reassuringly. “Jude, you’re the best. No, this is cross for bondage.” This would be something new. I’d never thought about being tied up before so I didn’t have an opinion on it one way or another.
“Where?” Pressing a finger to my lips shushing me I get tugged along the room a few steps forward when she turns me around.
“Do you trust me?” I was blind as a bat and Ella was asking me that after all this?
“Y-yes.” No, not really, but I felt like I’d already committed to whatever happens tonight. My unsteady legs followed my friend letting her position me at will. Trust was a funny thing and I shouldn’t have been as fancy free with mine as I was slowly learning.
“Good, now raise your arms up.” I did as she asked and felt her secure my hands with leather cuffs. Anticipation hovered as she moved my legs into position and cuffed them. I felt vulnerable bound up like this and dizzy in a way that wasn’t turning me on.
I heard the door click. “Are you sure about this Ella?” Something shifted in the air with Ken’s return.
“You look stunning on the cross darling. I wish you could see yourself but…pity, you can’t.” Ken is back and the prior anticipation turned to dread. His comment is demoralizing. Of course I couldn’t see, I didn’t need callous reminders from strangers who didn’t know me or give a shit about my life. I let the alcohol do too much of my reasoning and here I was trussed up like a holiday duckling.