Safeword: Matte - In Training (28 page)

“For the same reason I didn’t invite any of
my cousins, or Ethan’s family. I knew we’d screw up and talk like
submissives at some point. Cassie can handle it okay, and the
others who aren’t in the lifestyle will think we’re just being
silly.”

“I like Cassie, and I think she and Heather
have hit it off, too.”

“Makes sense, Heather’s not as into martial
arts as Cassie and I, but she has a black belt in judo. Where are
we headed next?”

Kirsten shook her head. “Not telling you,
but you might want some more eyeliner for this place. And maybe
just a touch more blush.” She reached for her makeup bag and
started applying it as the door opened and the limo filled with
Sam’s friends once again.

“So, is this the last place we’re going?
It’s got to be going on midnight by now, right?”

“It’s a little after eleven. We aren’t due
at the next place until eleven-thirty, but we should be fine
arriving early. I’ll text Jay and let him know we’re on the
way.”

As the limo neared The Diamond Club, Sam
began to understand why Ethan said it’d be okay for her to get a
little frisky while she danced. The place was absolutely decadent.
It’d been an underground establishment in Chattanooga for decades,
with no sign and no advertisement other than word of mouth, in
order to keep the City Fathers from closing it down. These days
there was a tiny sign by the door, but as far as she knew, still no
advertising.

She was a little shocked the place had
survived in bass-ackwards Chattanooga, where the government made it
practically impossible for any store to survive if they so much as
carried dildos and vibrators.

Kent didn’t pull up to the door to let them
out here, he told them he’d park and they could all walk in
together. It would be packed with wall to wall bodies inside, so
she didn’t blame him for wanting them to stay together until they
hit the dance area.

“Does the drag show still start at
twelve-thirty?” Sam asked.

“Yes,” said Kimber, one of her youngest
friends. “We’ll have an hour and a half to be naughty.”

“And then as long as we want after the
show,” added Viv.

The staff had cleared three tables at one
end of the balcony by the time they arrived, and Sam felt a bit
guilty walking in and sitting when she knew how hard these tables
were to come by. She ordered two Jack and Cokes, and enjoyed them
both as she took in the dancers below and people watched. When both
drinks were gone she made her way to the nearest spiral staircase
and joined the dancers. It didn’t take long before the music took
her body, and she ground against people as they came to her. She
didn’t let any one person stick around too long before she moved
onto the next, but enjoyed the general sexual energy of the first
level.

She’d been dancing a while with a beautiful
blonde she was certain had a cock taped down under her miniskirt,
when she turned away and faced a tall, muscled guy.

And froze as she took in the image of
Francisco dressed as a Dom and dry-humping a shirtless man in a
collar, and her eyes followed the leash as it trailed from the
submissive man’s collar to Frisco’s hand.

Sam’s thoughts flew to her conversation with
Frisco on the bridge months ago, when he hinted he understood the
way she looked at Ethan, as if he recognized Sam and Ethan’s D/s
dynamic. She only stood still a minute before she picked up the
dance again, and gave Francisco an evil smile. “This explains so
much. God, I think I love you even more. Why didn’t you tell
us?”

She had to yell to be heard, but Francisco
only reached for her hand and walked her to the outer section,
where it was quieter and they could talk.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone else,
Chica?”

“Cassie’s here, she’s bound to see, and you
can’t ask me to keep anything from Ethan. He won’t think less of
you though, Frisco. Can I talk to your boy?”

Sam didn’t know if he was slave or
submissive, so calling him boy seemed safest. He stood with his
hands at the small of his back and his eyes focused near Sam’s
feet.

Francisco nodded and tapped the boy’s foot
as he said, “At ease.”

He was a few inches shorter than Francisco,
and very thin with incredibly wiry, ripped muscles. Sam wanted to
run her hand across his abs, but refrained. When he looked up, Sam
could see he was far into his headspace, fully into his
submission.

“My name’s Sam. I’m a submissive to my
fiancé, and I’m getting married tomorrow. Please don’t feel ill at
ease around me, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. What’s your name?”

He glanced at Francisco for approval before
answering, “Cameron, ma’am.”

“Hello, Cameron, it’s nice to meet you. I
can see how happy you are belonging to my friend; I’ll let you sink
back into your happy place now.”

He nodded and looked back down, and Sam eyed
Francisco. “Sub or slave?” She didn’t feel uncomfortable talking
about Cameron as if he weren’t there, now that she’d seen the look
in his eyes.

“His contract says slave, but he leans
towards pet, I think.”

“Sounds serious?”

He shook his head. “I’m training him. He’s
renting the room over the garage for a year, though when he isn’t
in school or at work, he’s usually in the house with me. When his
year’s up I’ll help him find a Master.”

“How long has he been with you?”

“Four months. He tries hard and he’s
learning well. He has a ways to go, but he’s a good boy.”

“But. I’ve seen you with…” Sam stopped, as
she didn’t know if Francisco would want Cameron to know he dated
girls.

“Yes, I date girls. But I was brought up to
believe women are to be treasured and romanced. I don’t get rough
with them.” He slapped Cameron’s ass. “Men, on the other hand, can
take what I need to give.”

Sam raised her eyes in surprise, unsure how
to respond. Francisco had never treated her as ‘less than’ because
she’s a girl, and had never taken it easy on her when they
sparred.

“I don’t circulate in the hetero lifestyle
groups,” Francisco said, “but I asked around about Ethan after I
saw you looking at him like…” He shook his head. “Ethan’s known for
being a sadist, but I’m assuming that’s what you were looking for,
since you’re marrying him?”

“Yeah.” Sam smiled, a little shy to be
admitting it to her friend, even though he was holding his
submissive’s leash. “He’s perfect for me.”

“I’m happy for you, Chica.”

“Sam!” cried Cassie, as she and Heather came
out of the bathroom. “We didn’t know where you’d—” She stopped and
stared as she came near. “Francisco?”

Sam introduced Heather to Francisco and
Cameron, and then Cassie to Cameron, adding, “She works out with
Frisco and me. We’re all friends.”

“Why is your friend on a leash, Francisco?”
asked Cassie.

Frisco looked to Sam for help and she
answered, “Because it seems the big flirt has a kinky side. Who
knew? Oh, and before you ask, he’s bi, so the flirting isn’t all an
act.”

“Oh, well, do you want to come dance with
us? Is it okay to dirty dance with us girls while you’re on a date
with a guy, or do you have to, I dunno, be one or the other?”

Francisco smiled and reached to unfasten
Cameron’s leash. “You are to stay within eyesight, you don’t eat or
drink anything unless I hand it to you, and you will make all of
the women I’m with feel beautiful.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

Frisco patted his cheek in approval and Sam
asked, “Can we touch him while we dance?”

“You, my dear,” Frisco said with an evil
smile, “may touch him anywhere you wish, as long as it won’t get
him beat up by Ethan.”

“I have permission to feel someone up on the
dance floor, and to kiss.”

Cassie poked her in the arm. “Permission?
Seriously?”

“We’re getting married tomorrow. I wouldn’t
do that sort of thing unless he was okay with it…so yeah.
Permission.”

Cassie tilted her head and said, “It makes
sense when you put it that way, but why not just say he said you
could? Or he’s okay with it if you do? Saying he gave you
permission sounds like he owns your or something.”

She hadn’t intended to get into this with
Cassie, but Frisco was out of the closet and she wanted to make him
feel a little less awkward, so she said, “Well, maybe Francisco
isn’t the only one with a hidden kinky side.”

Without waiting for Cassie’s reaction, she
reached for Cameron’s belt loop and tugged him with her as she
walked back to the dance floor. “You’re coming with me, Cameron.
You looked like you knew what you were doing on the dance floor
earlier.”

“Yes ma’am.”

As the night progressed, the dance floor
grew more crowded until it was literally a writhing mass of
glistening bodies moving to the music. Sam was felt up, and she
felt others up, and it was all good. Cameron seemed to have a ring
on under his jeans to keep him hard, and she was pretty sure he’d
been ordered not to come, so she took it easy on him, but Frisco
wasn’t so nice when he fondled the man. She could tell Cameron
loved it though, and was a little jealous she didn’t have Ethan
around to torture her as well.

She loved belonging to him, and couldn’t
wait to marry him tomorrow. Or was it today? Yeah, probably today
by now.

Large men began pulling stage props towards
the dance floor, and she dragged Cameron and Francisco upstairs to
wait for the show to start as the lights came on and the announcer
requested the floor be cleared.

Sam timed it perfect to get a drink at the
upstairs bar, and took her seat as the lights dimmed and the show
began.

One of the first performers was the
beautiful blonde she’d danced with, and Sam smiled as she realized
she’d been right. The blonde hadn’t been over-the-top with the
makeup or clothes earlier, but wore an evening gown and a helluva
lot of makeup on stage. She was beautiful though, and Sam found
herself attracted to her in an odd sort of way.

Towards the end of the show the announcer
started talking about someone there to celebrate their last night
of freedom, and Kirsten stood and pulled Sam towards the steps.
“This is you, Sam. C’mon, let’s go have a little fun.”

Sam’s brow wrinkled, but she was toasted
just enough to keep from arguing, and allowed Kirsten and Kent to
walk her down the steps and to the dance floor.

They sat her in a furred, wavy lounge chair,
and a half-dozen gorgeous drag queens and muscle bound men stripped
to g-strings and — in the case of the drag queens — corsets or
bras, all in a writhing mass of beautiful bodies around her.

As one of the muscle bound men leaned over
to run his hands from her shoulders to her knees, she asked, “Any
rules against my touching you?”

“Oh, Princess.
Please
do.”

He stood and she gently ran her nails up his
thighs, over the hard length under his thong, and over rippled abs.
The audience went crazy and it only fueled her on.

Several others began stroking her, and she
relaxed and let the hands do what they wanted.

“We have it on good authority,” said the
announcer, “that her fiancé is fine with her feeling others up,
being felt up over her clothes, and kissing, but apparently doesn’t
want her having any orgasms without him around.” He chuckled.
“Generous of him, eh?”

The crowd laughed and the beautiful blonde
bent to her ear. “Don’t worry, beautiful, we’ll take you to the
edge without pushing you over. When we’re done, the entire room
will know you need to come in the worst sort of way, but won’t be
able to until your new husband finally gives you relief tomorrow
night.”

The six of them worked well as a team as
they pushed her to the edge of a climax, let her back away, and
took her to the brink again. No one stroked under her clothes, but
hands covered her body, and people occasionally laid over her and
pantomimed fucking her in slow motion.

The cheers and whoops of the audience faded
to background music as Sam became lost in the sensations.

The largest man lifted her and slow danced
her around the stage, handed her off to another overly muscled man,
who handed her off to the beautiful blonde drag queen she’d danced
with earlier.

Sam’s arms were comfortable around the other
woman’s neck, and in her buzzed haze, she realized the breasts she
was leaning into were real under the corset top. She realized she
was staring at them and lifted her eyes to see a humorous smirk.
“Even the women want to stare at them. It’s okay sugar.” The smirk
faded to gentle curiosity. “Have you ever kissed a woman
before?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, but not a—” She stopped,
suddenly unsure of whether to say drag queen, or transgender, or
something else entirely. Thinking fast, she said, “gender flexible
woman.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed for a brief moment
before lighting up with happiness and laughter, and a beautifully
manicured nail brushed an escaped wisp of hair back as dark red
lips met Sam’s.

The kiss was feminine with a hint of
masculine, the hand at the back of her head unquestionably
dominant, and only the approving roar of the spectators reminded
Sam they had an audience.

The deejay welcomed everyone back to the
dance floor, and bodies joined them as they danced. The music sped
up, the beat practically oozing of rough sex, and the bodies around
them pumped and ground into one another in time to the music.

When one song ended and another began, Sam
reached for the blonde’s hand and pulled her off the floor. She
looked for Kent, saw him watching her, and motioned towards the
lobby area to let him know where she was headed. He nodded and
moved towards the stairs, and Sam led the blonde to an area quiet
enough for conversation.

“I’m Sam.”