Ben
The week flies by in a rush of paperwork, financial spreadsheets, and advising meetings. Despite my best efforts, I don’t run into Alice Cherry again until Friday evening when we’re leaving work. We happen to be in the elevator together on the way to the lobby. She smiles at me almost shyly, clutching a couple of folders to her chest.
“Fancy meeting you here,” I say.
“It is quite the surprise,” she agrees with a smile.
“How was your first week?” I ask. “Was it everything you expected?”
“And more,” Alice tells me. The elevator stops again and another person gets in. The doors shut, and we ride in silence for a few minutes. When the doors open again at the lobby, the three of us exit. The random guy heads off in one direction, but Alice and I head together for the front doors.
“I’m glad to know Blossom Falls meets your expectations,” I tell her. “You know we hate to disappoint.”
She pauses and looks at me for a minute. “You mean you hate to disappoint, don’t you?”
“Oh, darling,” I lean close, whispering in her ear. “I never disappoint.”
“How do you manage to do that?” Alice whispers. A blush creeps up her neck and covers her cheeks. “You always do this to me.”
“Do what exactly?” I ask, pulling away with a devious smirk. I like knowing she’s having this sort of reaction to me. Even as our colleagues at Blossom Falls stream through the lobby, she’s getting excited. Anxious. She likes when I talk to her this way.
“You know what you’re doing,” she insists, looking up at me. Her lips press together to form the perfect little pout, and I’m afraid I’m the one who’s being affected by her now. Alice is the perfect paradox of virgin and minx. She seems to know exactly what it is that delights me, and that just makes me more curious about her.
It’s not usual that a woman intrigues me the way she does.
“Is that right?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
She nods slightly.
“Teasing me,” she whispers.
“Me?” I press my hand to my chest and feign surprise. “Do you really think that’s the type of man I am, Miss Cherry?”
“You remembered my name,” she seems surprised.
“I did file your paperwork. I remember your bank account number, too,” I wink at her.
“Hey! That’s personal.”
“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”
She looks at me for a minute longer. Something is on the tip of her tongue, but I’m not sure what. Suddenly someone pushes by her, bumping into her. She falls forward into me and I catch her easily. She’s light and dainty, even as she falls, and I help her back to her feet.
“Thank you,” she says.
“It was nothing,” I tell her.
“I should go.”
I don’t say anything for a second. I just watch her lick her lips, adjust her hair. She’s nervous around me, but she’s not sure why.
Oh, Alice. We could have so much fun together, you and I.
She doesn’t even realize just how wonderful she is. I get the feeling that no one has taken the time to let Alice know just how beautiful she is, just how unique she seems to be.
“You don’t have to leave,” I tell her.
“Work is over.”
“It’s the weekend,” I say. “Get a drink with me.”
She hesitates for a minute. I’m certain she’s going to tell me to get lost, but she doesn’t. Instead, she just smiles and shakes her head.
“I’d love to,” she tells me. “But I have plans with my friend tomorrow and tonight we’re going shopping. I need to find something to wear,” she adds, lowering her voice, as if this is some sort of secret.
“Shopping, huh? What kind of outfit do you need? Something for clubbing?” I raise an eyebrow. Somehow, Alice doesn’t seem like the clubbing type. She’s much too reserved for that, much too prim and proper. I get the feeling that when Alice lets loose, she really lets loose, but right now? Right now she’s in intensity mode and I’m not sure why.
She blushes.
“Something like that,” she squeaks out. “I’ll see you Monday.”
Then she turns quickly and hurries away, almost as if she’s running. I watch her for a minute and then I head toward the doors. I should get going, too. I don’t have any shopping to do, but I do have a good book on my coffee table I’m planning to finish. Tomorrow night is my own clubbing night, although the one I go to is different than any little Alice Cherry is likely to find herself in. No, my club is one for people who have certain…inclinations.
My club is a little more extreme.
I make my way out of the building and start walking home. Usually, I take the bus or an Uber, but it’s so lovely out that today, I just want to walk. It gives me time to clear my head and to think about how I’m going to handle this weekend.
When my friend June asked me to help act as a dungeon monitor for the party on Saturday night, I was honored. I’ve been a Dominant at Anchored, a local sex club, for almost a year now. June, the owner, is a good friend of mine. She and her husband run the club together now and they make quite a team. Tomorrow night, they’re hosting an open evening and they need experienced club members to help out in exchange for a reduction in membership fees. Since I practically have to swear over my future children to afford to attend, I jumped at the chance.
What would little Alice Cherry look like in a sex club?
Is that a place she’d ever go?
I doubt it.
Somehow, I get the feeling that girl hasn’t so much as been French-kissed, let alone watched someone being fucked on stage. Would that sort of thing disgust her? Freak her out? We all have our kinks and secrets, and there’s a part of me that wants to know hers. I want to know what makes Alice Cherry exited. I want to know what makes her nervous. I want to know what makes her ache.
And there’s a part of me, a dark part of me, that wants to be the one to make her feel all of those things.
On Monday, I’ll get to see her again. I’ll get to talk to the new marketing girl and to get to know her. Something tells me I’ve got my work cut out for me, but there’s a little voice at the back of my head telling me that Alice is worth the wait.