I didn't understand how I had gotten there; how I let myself sink so low. I was board with everything. I knew life wasn't always going to be exciting, but I had been feeling that way for awhile. I was letting myself down and I felt guilty for it. I was the stay at home girlfriend of a man that was living my dream. Tank got the recording contract and days at the studio, while I had a premium cable package.
"Baby, I'm going to the studio," Tank announce, shoving his phone into his pocket. He stole a kiss when I looked up. He turned to find Tina being led in by a member of our staff. He greeted her with hug and whispered, "Just try to get her out the house, please." He leaves us.
I turned on the couch as Tina sat beside me. I freely shared my despair and angst. "There's nothing I can do with myself. I can't even clean my own house: we have people for that. What am I supposed to do with my time?"
"There's a lot you could do: get a hobby, start a blog, read a book. You used to write music, but you stopped after your label dropped you." Tina looked at me sympathetically. "You can't stay inside this house like you've done for the past two weeks."
I didn't say anything for a moment. "I hate Tank." I watched Tina shake her head at me. "I do."
"No, you don't. You want a reason for your problems, but it's not Tank."
I should have known she wasn't going to understand. She had a life and happiness.
"I don't want to argue with you, so go away," I ordered. I locked myself in my room to wait for her to leave.
I took Tina's advice and decided to find a book. I explored the aisles of the bookstore, unsure of what I was looking for. After minutes of wandering, I was approached by a employee. I asked for suggestions, and the skinny brunette rushed off.
When she returned, she dropped the book in my hands. "You'll like this one. Might even be life changing."
I looked at the book and thought that the girl was giving too much credit to the romance novel. "Ok," I mumbled before being rung up.
"You look better."
I looked up from my book and smiled with a tight lip. I greeted Tank as he came into the bedroom. "Um-hum." I wasn't at one hundred percent, but it was nice to have a distraction. I put the book to the side, ready for a new activity. "I'm glad you're home. I missed you," I proclaimed to soften my boyfriend. I pulled him close, turning his quick peck into a long passionate kiss.
Tank pulled away when he felt me tugging at the end of his shirt. "Are you sure?" he asked, earning a nod. He held me tighter and then returned for another kiss. He moaned into my mouth, feeling me bush over his erection as I hunted for the button of his pants. He separated us to get out of his clothes and put on a condom. Tank crawled into bed and lied me back.
I enjoyed the sex… for two minutes. My mind started to wander as I stared at the ceiling. I counted three cracks around the base of the chandelier. That has to be dangerous. The light could fall. I should have someone look at that. Minutes later, I returned when Tank rolled from over me. I continued to lie there as he left for the bathroom. I reached for my book when I heard the shower start.
Never judge a book by it's cover. I was certain that this was going to be a cheesy romance novel, but as I flipped through chapters, I had a change of heart. The book started as a romance then turned into a hot game of power. It was steamy; It was sexy as hell.
I held the book in one hand while I toyed with my breasts with my other. My nipples poked through my nightgown. I squeeze it while I pull and I am getting progressively rougher. I feel bolts of electricity course through my body. Squeeze, twist, tug harder, and repeat the steps over and over.
I slowly ran my hand over my breast, down my stomach, to the inside of my thighs, stopping above my clit that ached for a little love and attention too. My finger hovered as I get lost in the fantasy painted by the book. I shudder with delight from a single touch. I started rubbing my clit up and down, and soon, I was panting.
I slide a finger to the entrance of my vagina and I tease it. I smoothly moved it in and out. I grind the palm of my hand against my clit as I penetrate myself with two fingers. I dropped the book to the floor and didn't even think about stopping to pick it up. I began to moan, "Oh, God, yes. Oh yes." I increased speed and found my hips thrusting with rhythm.
"Baby!" Tank called, causing me to sit straight with fear. "I guess the maid forgot to put towels back in here. Can you get me one from the guest bathroom?"
I cursed under my unsteady breath. "Sure," I yelled back before doing what he asked. When I returned to the bedroom, I found a black business card hanging from between the book's pages.
I had spent most of the night searching online for the business on the card, but found nothing. I was too curious to leave it alone. I questioned if the store worker knew if the card was in the book.
I hunted around the store for the girl, but was failing to find her. I stepped up to the cash register. "I'm looking for one of your workers." I stopped to think of ways to describe her; I needed details that would have made her stand out. "She, um, she had brown hair and a big bow. She wore a lot of jewelry. Um..."
The cashier watched me struggling with my words. "Sugar?"
"Sugar?" I repeated, confused.
They nodded. "Yesterday was her last day."
I think the worker and leave. I refused to give up on the search, so I followed the address on the card to a small office building. I entered to find a room full of people typing away on computers. When I was noticed, I was approached by a group of employee.
"She's mine!" Sugar declared, shoving through the crowd. After she reached me, she turned to the coworkers. "Shoo!" She began to lead me to her desk. "You finished the book quicker than I expected."
"What is this?" I asked, holding out the business card.
"We are social network for people curious about exploring their sexual kinks."
"Why would you think that I would be interested in this?"
"I saw you and thought that you'd enjoy it. We're a word of mouth company, so I passed you a card."
"This is not normal," I scolded. "You got a job at a bookstore just to hunt for women that you think would enjoy exploring sexual kinks."
Sugar explains her story as a rich girl forced to work. After days of blue collar work, she realized that it wasn't for her. "I had to find a client to bring here. If you enjoyed anything in the book I gave you, then this is your chance to try it yourself. You have to admit chapter 9 is hot." She twirled her pink pin. "First seven days are free. You'll enjoy it," she promised.
I think about the plot of the book: a woman serving and submitting for her boyfriend's love. Did I have a secret desire to be dominated by a man… a man that wasn't Tank. I couldn't get the words out, but I slowly nodded.
Sugar smile grew. "Great. Fill out these forms and send a nice picture of yourself. If the headmaster approves, you'll be online before the end of the night."
"Who's the headmaster?" I asked, beginning to fill out my forms.
She shrugged. "I haven't seen him; no one has. He started all this."
I finished filling out the paperwork as Sugar bragged about the company. I sat in my car, questioning what I had just done.
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