MY MASTERS

ting like crazy, both from excitement and nervousness. I was on my own, having told no one a

nd ominous, but I knew exactly what w

outward sign of my nerves. I stood straight

o turn around; I hadn't entered yet. But I knew I wouldn'

o do this until now. Well, that might not be entirely accurate. I moved to New York two year

do-what-I-want, fuck-everyone's-opinion, and fuck-the-consequences kind of girl. The never-

ing "FUCK IT" in big block l

as going to go in or not. Probably time to move my a

one of the men stopped

give it to him with a steady hand. I didn

he card back. "Did you follo

last minute I found an outfit I'd gotten as a gag present from a

bouncer said, nodding at my

pared to let go of

e corset was tight, like a second skin, showcasing my hourglass figure with respectively large breasts and ass, and a smaller waist

inted or not when I walked away from them. Wasn't I pretty enough for a second look? But then again, I was sure they

into the club, as if I was entering an

heart was beating a mile a minute, but still, I didn't let it show. I am a confident, sexy woman who

confident. More like an awkward girl who didn't know what to do. With zero boyfriends, an

t from the time I knew I wanted something more than vanilla sex. Which was why I now fo

uled any nervousne

runette with a tall, slim figure said f

house today?" I asked, ment

ne of the hosts for tonight. He or she will show you around and answer any questions you might have. Oh, and I'll need your p

osebumps appeared along my body from the abrupt chill. I had an urge to put my hands over my breasts, ev

soon as she finished hanging up

idor. The music grew louder with each step I

beauty. I couldn't believe it, it felt like a dream. My heels

otos on the wall. At the end of the hall was another door, this one made of the same dark oak as the one t

ime I would see with my