A/N: I started imagining this story and day dreaming about it for a while now and it all happened while listening to Dirty Diana by Michael Jackson. And I haven't a single clue of what to call the story, so here is Dirty Ana! (It rhymes.)

Dirty Anastasia
by twilight memoirs

Chapter One

I bet that my face was by now representing the darkest shade of red, as I sat here, alone in this intimidating, ominous room. Biting the inside of my lip out of natural habit, I allowed my eyes to travel around the room and stare at every single sex-related object. I stared and tried to figure out what the hell every entrapment does. The one that intimidated me the most were what seemed shackles hanging from the roof with what I guessed was a mechanical... something underneath. I tried to understand how that could bring any sort of woman pleasure, or man...

Finally done surveying and judging the room I looked back down at my sweaty hands clenched together in my lap. Hearing the sounds of feminine moans and manly grunts that resonate through the dark cream-colored walls on each side of me, it almost made me rethink my decision of becoming one of them. The sound of what I presumed was a whip cracking, followed by a very loud feminine moan damn near made me fall out of my seat. I still can't believe that I, meek and 'innocent' Anastasia was even sitting here.

I was tempted to reach out and down the glass of white wine that was in front of me, on the small circular table covered by a deep purple cloth. I was left here all alone by the lady at the front desk, told that I was to wait here and that my dom-of-interest should be here soon to interview me. I've been sitting here for twenty minutes and was starting to grow impatient. I even walked around a little to get a closer look of the sexual objects hanging on the opposite wall of where I was previously sitting.

I checked my watch only to see that it has indeed been twenty- no almost thirty minutes and he's not here. Is he testing me on purpose? Or is he simply just running late? Either way, I didn't dwell on his tardiness, I was so nervous that part of me hoped he wouldn't show up and the meeting would be canceled.

For another second I rethought my decision of contributing to this lifestyle. No!

It took me a week to even muster up enough courage to walk past this building and peek in, a week-and-a-half to enter the bottom lobby floor and ask for a brochure from the security guard for the 'sixth' floor. The BDSM floor. This entire ten-floor building was a club, but each floor for a different purpose. I bit my lip in nervousness as I sat here, waiting to meet my new dom. It took me a month to even arrange for a membership with this club, month-and-a-half to meet the owner of the club to find me a dom since I was a rookie. And it has now been two months to have this meeting with this potential dom. So here I am, a nervous wreck. Waiting.

I placed a shaky hand on my beating heart to try and tame the vigorous pounding organ."Come on Ana, you're in a BDSM club -hell you joined this club! You're bound to hear these things. Ha! You'll probably -hopefully- be making those sounds soon..." I reasoned with myself in my mind, last part I was trying to persuade myself to go through with my decision and not chicken out. But it did nothing to cease the furious beating of my heart.

Then the sudden sound of a man moaning loudly and another man yelling in pleasure made me gasp in embarrassment and increased the pink tint on my cheeks. I imagined that my first interview with meeting my dom would be less... sexually oriented.

Mrs. Lincoln –one of the owners of this club/business- said that she found the perfect match for me, the new amateur submissive. I continued to wonder and guess as to what my dom will be like. Is he going to be like a complete amateur like me? Will we be paired by our age, likes and dislikes? Or only because he was interested in my profile? I remember filling out the four-page packet that asked me questions that go from ethnic background to sexual fetishes. I worried mostly about the part whether it asked if I was a virgin or not. No, I'm not a virgin. But I am by no means skilled in that area either. I worried at the fact that my dom was expecting me to be experienced.

The sound of the door handle turning made me stiffen and my eyes to darting towards the door, waiting for it to open and hopefully reveal my possible dom. Biting my lip I watched and patiently waited, like a good girl. When the door fully opened and revealed the person behind it, the air in my throat halted to a stop. I swear I felt a tingling sensation between my legs and my stomach tightened in pleasure, just by the sight of him.

The man -who I suddenly hope and pray will be my dominant- stands in the doorway and also takes a few seconds to also look at me. I suddenly feel self-conscious and bite the inside of my bottom lip again. I can feel his penetrating green eyes rake down my body as he continued to stare at me. Those green eyes I instantly fall in love with. He smirks before he turns around and closes the door, shrugging off his suit jacket to hang on the hanger.

"Position agenouillée."

I instantly panicked and was frozen when he said those two words. I knew I should have looked up more info about this and the basics. Because I haven't the slightest idea of what '"kneeling position" means or is in the sub and dom world.

My lack of movement made him pause from unbuttoning his suit jacket, he cocked his head to the side. I still didn't move, I don't have a clue of what to do nor say. I feel like a deer in headlights.

"Merde américain ne peut pas encore parler français est en France." (Damn American can't speak french yet is in France.) He muttered after finishing unbuttoning his jacket.

His statement made me furrow my brows in offense.

"Je peux parler français parfait, je ne sais pas ce que "la position à genoux" est. Comme ce est ma première fois... Monsieur." (I can speak perfect French, I just don't know what "kneeling position" is. Since this is my first time. Sir)

I said, "monsieur" (sir) in the coldest and probably bitchiest way possible. I then gulped when I realized that probably wasn't the most decent tone for this situation. But he deserved it for saying that...

He froze, I swear I heard a chuckle come from his throat. Instead of him continuing the process of shrugging off his jacket after unbuttoning it, he put the jacket back on. My heart then raced in fear. Is he leaving? Does he not want me? I just screwed up didn't I...

The dark tan skinned man then turned around with is hands on his hips and stared at me dead in the eye with a knowing smirk.

Every fiber of my being is telling me to look back down at my hand that were clenched together and shaking. Though I have not the slightest idea of what possessed me to stare back at him with furrowed eyebrows and a small pouty frown.

I have barely met this man, I don't even know his name, and he already is making me feel this way. Part of me was nervous as to what other foreign feelings and emotions he can awake in me. But the other part of me was more, curious...

The Greek God of a man then broke his stare with a small laugh and shake of his head. In perfect English he said, "You're going to be a hard piece of work aren't you?"

"The hell I am." Oops, didn't mean to say that...

I wanted to laugh at the memory of me meeting with my very first dom. I was so meek before that interview, before I accepted the journey of him training me to be the perfect submissive. It was a long and enjoyable journey. I have experienced so many foreign emotions and feelings with that man that it scared me. It scared me that he still had so much power over me after so long of being apart. He did so many things with my mind and body that it was impossible to ever go back to meek and 'innocent' Ana. He awakened something deep inside me that I fear I will never be able to tame.

The the memories of him then made me frown. I need to forget him, I can't keep dwelling on that man, he is something that I will never be able to have, not now, not ever. Yet I loved him, he even loved me. But sometimes love just isn't enough.

"What would you like to drink mam?" The waiter asked, bringing me back to the present, out of my sullen thoughts. Unprepared for the sudden intrusion from my gloomy memories, I picked up the menu and stuttered out something about giving me a quick second.

"Um, I-I'll have a glass of your cheapest dry white wine." I mutter to the waiter and feel my cheeks flush in embarrassment. I know my wines. He taught me a lot about wines and cheese during our contract, yet I was so caught up in my thoughts that I just gave him the first thing that came to mind, not to mention I'm pretty short on money and can't be wasting it on this expensive club/restaurant. The waiter smiles at me as he starts to write that down.

"No. She and I will have a bottle of your rose Garrus Chateau d'Esclans. And for starters we'll have both have a cucumber mint salad. Dry and no blue cheese on mine." Looking up I see no other than Elena Lincoln. She shrugs off her expensive designer coat and hands it to the waiter boy.

"Really Anastasia, I would think that after a year with Erik you would have almost all your wines down." Elena jokes as she shoos the waiter boy away to hang her coat and get the wine.

I take in an involuntary breath of air when she says his name. Instead I just smile in response and stand to greet her. Kissing her on both the cheeks we both sit down and get comfortable, sipping on our cucumber water.

"I was actually just thinking about him and my first interview back in France." If I was going to get over him, I needed to come to terms that there is nothing between us now and that it is all done and over in the past.

Elena laughed, "You were an such an amateur back then. But look at you now, a beautiful perfectly trained submissive." I wanted to roll my eyes at that. I wasn't exactly a submissive that submitted easily. From what Erik tells me I can be quite stubborn and a little hardheaded when I want to be. But that was usually when I was with him. He just did something to me that makes me want to overstep the boundaries, just to see what happens.

"You were quite a hit in France. Many dominants heard that you were on the market again and you were looking for a dom. I received sixteen inquires for you over in France."

Elena stopped when she spotted the waiter bringing our bottle of wine. After the wine was open and glasses were full and the waiter gone out of hearing range. "Which reminds me, why did you leave France so suddenly? I know that you and Erik had were getting along very well. Then you both suddenly broke the contract." Elena's eyes were twinkling in mischief as she took a sip of the wine.

I took in a full breath of air before I readied myself for waterworks or something. No. I refuse to cry over that man anymore. It's been two years. Time to suck it up and move on.

"Um, well we did get along very well and everything was fine it was just, something happened and it was something that just wouldn't be able to work for us. So we cancelled our contract and went our different ways. I finished getting my bachelors degree and finishing up my pre-med program over there and then came back here to the U.S." I stared out the window, looking down at the city bustling under us. I dug my fingers into the palm of my hand and tried to bring myself some pain...to calm myself.

"You both fell in love, didn't you?" The twinkling in her eyes told me she knew about this all along. "But Erik's strict and formal life got in the way as well as his fear of loving you." Elena chuckled before sipping on her wine. "I hope that this little escapade won't get in the way of you continuing being a submissive, because I have the perfect match for you."

"No, it won't. I'm getting over him, he probably is already in a contract with another sub, isn't he?" Elena is I guess you could say a sub and dom matchmaker. She is behind every interview for doms and subs, at least in her business. Every match and pairing is her doing.

"Yes my dear he is." I felt like the breath was stolen from my lungs. "But I will say this. Ever since you left two years ago. He has been miserable. And when I say miserable I mean more closed off and even more strict and stern. Not many subs can please him anymore, not after you. So I guess you can say you got the last laugh." Good. After what he did, he deserves every heartache that I left him to deal with. He's not the only one that had heartaches.

Our salads arrive and after the memories and talk about Erik, I suddenly wish I was wrapped in his arms. But as I picked through my salad, I had a war in my mind of where my feelings lye with Erik. It's not healthy and quite frankly, it's getting pretty damn old. I still love Erik, yes. But that was two years ago and I'm slowly getting over the man. I no longer cry at night when I think of him, that was last year. And I can think about him without getting all emotional and touchy. A big achievement is I no longer get aroused when I think of him. That was something to celebrate. When I say he had control mind and body, I mean he has complete control.

I need a new dom, something new, something fresh. "So you were saying that you had a dom that you think would be a good pairing for me." Elena picks up her napkin and pats her lips.

"Yes, I have. From the review of your last dom this previous year, I think that you would be the perfect match for him." Elena said with what seemed excitement in her voice.

"Well, do you have his file on hand?" I asked, expecting her to grab the file out of her purse or something, show me a picture on her phone. I brought mine she could give to him if I'm interested in him.

"That's the thing honey, he is a very secretive man and likes to meet a potential sub in person. He will also require you to sign a NDA." I scrunched my eyes a little in annoyance when she placed a paper in front of me along with a pen. It was the NDA.
NDA's are usually never a good thing if you want a simple dom. NDA's scream to me, "difficult and complicated!"

"An NDA is basically-"

"Non Disclosure Agreement. I know. Erik had me sign one as well back then." I bit out. Is it so hard to find a dom that isn't complicated? I got lucky with my last one. He was laid back and fun to be with, the sex was great but not amazing. We both parted on good terms and that was that. Now if only I can find the same type of dom, but the sex has to be mind blowing. Erik definitely set the bar high.

"From the sound of it, you don't have a liking to NDA's?"

"No. I don't like the person that is usually hiding behind the NDA" I poked and speared my salad as I went over the possibilities. Maybe I was over reacting. Just because I had some issues with someone that had an NDA, doesn't mean I will with this one. At least give him a chance and meet him.

"I guess I can meet him and have an interview." Elena gave me a gentle smile after downing her second glass of the expensive wine. I know just by a glance, taste and smell that this rose wine was expensive, thank god Elena is paying for the wine. I guess I did learn a few things from Erik .

"Perfect I'll set up a meeting between you two. The wait will most likely take a month or two maybe. If we're lucky." I widened my eyes in shock.

"That long?" I asked in shock.

Elena nodded with a smile. "He's a very busy man. Runs a huge billion dollar company."

I whistled before chuckling and taking a gulp of my wine. I'm going to need it. That little fact told me a lot about the man. "He must be a very...interesting man." I said, not finding any other words to describe him at the moment

"You have no idea."

A/N: I'm just gonna leave this here and tell me what you think!

And Elena's gonna be somewhat of a good guy. No bad guys in this story. Yet.