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  “Dude! So what the hell happened? Did she reject you or did you get a chance to spank the birthday girl?” Orlando was his best friend, but sometimes he asked for way more details into his personal life than Fabian wanted to share. But if he could not talk to him, who could he talk to?

  “Ha-ha! Eventually, I did.” He heard a sharp gasped of surprise echoing in the spacious interior of their vehicle. Dressed in his blue cargo shorts, his partner’s left leg rocked side to side. Orlando was silently, anxiously awaiting details, but he was about to beg for the kiss and tell. The urge to share with his buddy was eating at him too, but he was debating with himself just how much he should tell. “She ran from me at first, and honestly, I thought she was going to refuse all together. But I played the reverse psychology card on her and challenged her.”

  Orlando burst out laughing, clapping his hands and stomped his boot into the floor board. “Way to get her to give in.” Orlando slapped his massive hand against Fabian’s, giving him a five in credit for pulling out his man card. “I’ve never seen a woman as competitive as Courtney, bro. You will be able to get her every time with that.”

  He did not really like that he had to trick her into trying something new, but hell, a man had to do what a man had to do. It was either live out the fantasy that was burning in the back of his mind or go home and fuck her like a rabid dog just to release the pent up aggression. Still unsure what this new burning desire was, he wondered if it was a one-time thing or if this was something he was going to crave from here on out.

  “Lando, I don’t know how or why but once we got started and she finally gave in to me, the nervousness of doing that kinky shit with her left. It all just felt so right. I didn’t even know if I could go through with it at first.” The chatter from the scanner rang out in the background as he confessed being turned on by handcuffing and spanking his woman. “The way she submitted to my wishes brought forth something inside me I didn’t even know existed. I felt the need to take full control.”

  The emotionless expression on Orlando’s face said that he was not surprised by any of this, nor was anything he heard uncommon. The man was one of the biggest freaks he had ever known and had probably done things far worse. For Fabian to suddenly be into something so spicy, it had his own self worried. Not that he did not enjoy every minute of it, but what if it turned into something more. What was it? He was concerned he might be turning into some kind of fetish freak. Even though Courtney agreed to play along that night, they never talked about it afterwards and the sex throughout the remainder of the weekend went back to the norm. His inner voice kept talking to him, telling him to try more of his new indulgences, but he did not want to push her.

  “I can tell you are worried about what she is going to think if you try to bring any more of that shit back into the bedroom.” His friend’s voice snapped him out of the trance he was in. He must have blanked out and stopped talking without noticing. Staring out into the busy streets of downtown Chicago, his mind wandered.

  “Yeah. I am. Courtney might have gone along with it, thinking that it was just a one-time thing to heat up her birthday weekend. I, on the other hand, would love to do it again and again! Every damn chance I get, to be honest.” Laughter filled his ears as his partner found it funny that his boy no longer followed in his girlfriend’s conservative footsteps and wanted to let out his inner beast.

  Fabian could remember countless occasions when Orlando tried to talk him into getting involved in some of the wild shit he did in college. Being the quieter one of the two, he was more of the romantic relationship type than the loud and rowdy party boy his best friend was. Had he ventured out with his buddy years ago, he might have discovered this inner being that had been hiding deep down inside him all this time. But now that he was out, he needed to know what to do about it.

  *****

  Her ass was still tender from Friday night. Sitting in her beautician’s chair, she wiggled, trying to find a comfortable position. “Girl, looks like you are having a hard time over there.” Amber, her best friend, laughed as she watched her shift back and forth in her seat. Her stylist, Maria, laughed too, from behind.

  “I suppose having wild birthday sex all weekend long will do that to you.” Maria was the type to say whatever came to mind. Everything she said was straight with no chaser. She did not care who she offended. As a sexy, big-boned Latina she had the confident attitude to say and do whatever she wanted, which had landed her into numerous arguments and a couple of fist fights, none of which she lost. Maria was cute as a button though, and she was warm to the heart once you got a chance to really know her. You either loved her or hated her.

  “Shhhh…Keep your voice down, Maria. Gosh! I don’t need everyone in here all in my business.”

  Maria flipped her long, straight hair over her shoulder and huffed. “If they don’t want to hear what I have to say, then they should just mind their own damn business. I was talking to you and Amber, not everyone else.”

  Amber sat in the stylist chair right next to her, picking out her new shade of color. Within the last year, her best friend had gone from natural red head to brunette to blonde, and today, she was considering going jet black. Courtney tried to convince Amber that her skin tone was too fair for that color, she totally ignored her. Courtney also tried to tell her it was a bad idea to continue to treat her hair so often and so did her stylist, but Amber would not hear of it. “So what did you do? You tried anal for the first time, didn’t you? I told you to be cautious of that pretty boy of yours. I knew he was a booty bandit.” Amber was not too keen on keeping her voice down, either. If the freckles on her face didn’t get your attention, her loud mouth and big boobs would.

  “Oh my God! Amber, really? You are no better than Living La Vida Loca over here.” Nudging her thumb towards her own stylist, she shook her head. Even though Amber had been her best friend since grade school, Courtney knew she had been jealous of her and Fabian being together.

  Amber had been there the day they had met; she had even spotted him first. Making the first move, Amber had approached Fabian loaded with confidence. Her flirtation and aggressive nature had been too much for him, though. He had let her down easy and asked if she did not mind introducing him to her best friend instead. Courtney had felt bad for Amber for being shot down, but when she had finally gotten a good look at him, she had been glad he was more interested in her, because she had sure been interested in getting to know him.

  He had been gorgeous. Fabian had looked like he could have been pulled right out of a magazine. His long hair had fallen around his shoulders and down his back. The button down shirt he had worn was only half buttoned, displaying his well-defined pecs. Usually she did not find a man with hair longer than hers appealing, but it suited him well. His long locks had flowed down, nearly touching the waistband wrapped around his fitted denim jeans. All she had been able to think about was his sexy, slender body grinding on top of her with his soft hair draped all around them. Amber, being the good friend, had introduced them to one another and the rest was history, but she did not hesitate to throw him a low blow every now and then, expressing that she was still a little bitter.

  Looking around, Courtney discreetly searched to see if there was anyone in there that knew her. Some of her co-workers went to that very same salon because of her referral. “Would you two PLEASE keep your voices down?” Courtney hated to be embarrassed, and yet her friends seemed to do everything in their power to do just that every chance they got. “If you must know, no! I didn’t. Well, not exactly.”

  Maria pinched away at the scissor handles, trimming her hair as she impatiently urged her to give up the details. “Ok, so spill it. What happened?”

  Taking a deep breath, she let out a sigh and told them what they wanted to hear. She would be damned if she told them blow-by-blow, but she gave them enough detail so that they got the picture. “I don’t know what had come over Fabian, but it was like he was somebody else.” She cut her eyes to Amber,
warning her to keep whatever smart remark she was cooking up to herself. So much for that; it didn’t work.

  “Maybe that was his way of telling you he is coming out of the closet.” Amber laughed and high fived Maria, who found her quick wit hilarious.

  “Stop calling Fabian gay. Just because he didn’t want you, doesn’t make him gay.” She teased her testy friend by sticking her tongue out at her.

  “See, this is why I don’t tell the two of you anything,” Courtney told her friends.

  Amber sucked her teeth. “Girl, please! You tell me everything. And if you didn’t tell me, you know I would find out anyway.”

  Trying not to move her head too much, she turned to her best friend. “By the way, how do you do that?” Courtney was not lying when she said she did not tell her friends everything, but somehow Amber always seemed to find out whatever she was trying to keep her from knowing.

  “I have my ways, and if I told you I would have to kill you.” Amber winked at her girlfriend and pointed out her final color decision to her stylist when she returned.

  Casey wasn’t really one of their friends, but she got just as much dirt as Maria did when they were gossiping and chatting in the salon. From time to time, she would get bold enough to put in her two cents, and if the others did not agree, they did not hesitate to put her back in her place. Courtney actually liked Casey; she was laid back and kind of conservative like herself, but the other ladies treated her like the ugly step-sister most of the time. Casey only got a pass because she was Amber’s stylist, and the woman could do some hair.

  “How did Pretty Boy Roy convince you to play along? I didn’t know your little stuffy butt had a freak bone in your body.” Maria had her ways of getting the answers she wanted too. She just kept asking questions until she got all the information she needed.

  “He taunted me. I’m set in my ways, but you know I never back down from a challenge.” What Courtney’s friends did not know was that in the back of her mind she had always wanted to try something more erotic, but she had been too afraid to ask. Amber knew about her haunting past and understood why she was so reserved in her sex life. Thank goodness that was one secret she did have enough discretion to keep.

  “I agreed to go along with it to make him happy. It seemed like something he really wanted to try, and I trusted him enough to make it worth the risk,” Courtney explained.

  Maria looked at Courtney through the mirror. “Chica, what risk? The risk that you might come out of that stuffy shell of yours and actually enjoy a spanking and some bondage?”

  Amber gave her a comforting look. She knew and understood what Courtney meant about the risk, and even though none of it was her fault, she apologized to her every chance she got for the pain her friend suffered every day of her life.

  “We all know Courtney has issues,” Amber joked, trying to cover up the obvious and to keep Maria from prying. “The real question is, did you like it?”

  Courtney envied the wild side her best friend had and that they were not afraid to embrace it. She was too shy to attempt half of the things Amber and Maria had shared with her that they had done and still did every chance they got.

  “Once I relaxed; after he challenged me, I did get into it.” She bit her lip. The heat from her core slithered over her breasts, then up her chest and neck, turning her face a bright shade of pink. “The way he commanded me and insisted I do things was…HOT!”

  Maria slapped her on the shoulder playfully. “Yes, Master!” she teased in a whiny voice.

  “Oh yes, Daddy!” Amber cosigned in a sultry tone. The embarrassment was back. Casey snickered, trying to pretend she was not really listening.

  “Very funny, but there was none of that. He was just more dominating than he has ever been with me. I kind of liked the change, but I didn’t tell him that.” Shaking her head, she kind of wished she did not just tell them that.

  “There is nothing wrong with submitting to the man that you love, Mami. Some men really get off on that kind of thing,” Maria spoke in a serious tone. This time she was not poking fun at her, and she sounded like she knew what she was talking about. “If this is the kind of thing he is now into, he might ask you to get into it too.”

  “What kind of thing?” Courtney did not bother to think that what took place on Friday night would turn into an everyday thing. She thought it was safe to assume that it would be a one-time or special occasion deal. The only reason she had agreed to it in the first place was because she thought it was just an experiment, a fantasy of his. Mentally, she was not sure she would be stable enough to handle bondage on a regular basis.

  “B.D.S.M.” Courtney frowned at her stylist when Maria spoke the acronym.

  “What?” Courtney questioned.

  Maria twirled her around in the chair to face her. “It means Bondage, Discipline, Dominance/Submission, and Sadism/Masochism.”

  Courtney’s jaw dropped at the break down of the acronym. “No, no, no, no, NO!” She knew the meaning of every last one of those words, and she was not about to agree to any of it, no matter how much she loved Fabian.

  “I know what you are thinking. It’s not as bad as it sounds.” Courtney turned to her friend sitting next to her.

  “And what do you know about it?” Look who she was asking. Was there anything Amber did not know about? “Honey, there isn’t anything I won’t try at least once. You only live once. Let’s just say I have dabbled in submission once or twice.” Courtney turning back to Maria, who just shrugged, neither confirming nor denying that she knew anything about this newfound information.

  “And why is this the first time I am hearing about it?” Courtney was disappointed in her friend. They shared everything that pertained to Amber, that is, so she thought. Obviously, she was wrong.

  “Remember that night we sat at the bar after the PTA meeting and I started to tell you about that guy I met and that new club he took me to?” Amber gave her a questionable look. Thinking back to that night, it did sound familiar.

  “Oh yeah, and you tried to tell me how he tied…” Courtney stopped short in her response when she realized what Amber was attempting to share with her that night.

  “You didn’t let me finish the story. You said it was too much for your sensitive ears.” Amber rolled her eyes and turned away.

  “Oh my God, Amber!” Now she wished she had let her finish the story. It would probably help her understand what was going through Fabian’s mind the other night.

  Courtney looked back at Maria in the mirror and noticed the exchanged look between her and Amber. They were plotting; she just knew it. “If you really want to know what it’s like, we can show you.” Maria was serious as a heart attack, and Courtney thought she was about to experience one. Her heart was racing. What were her friends asking her to get into? She loved her friends, but she was not into women. She was not that curious.

  “Not us, but we have some place we can take you.” Maria smirked.

  Chapter Five

  He had spoken to Courtney earlier that day. She had told him her plans to hang out with Amber and that she had a hair appointment first thing that morning. He was glad that she had plans and was not going to be locked away in the house all day while he was at work. All day long he thought back to Friday night and how incredible the sex was. Eventually he was going to have to give in to his conscience and let that inner being out to play. Maybe, if he changed things up and played it a different way, Courtney would be willing to try again.

  “Just one more hour and we can go the hell home.” Orlando always began the countdown two hours before their shift ended. As long as it stayed quiet, he and Orlando would be able to return to the station, clock out, and go home. He could get home to Courtney to try out his newest idea, and Orlando could do whatever, or whoever, it was that he did after work.

  “I need a unit in the downtown area to respond to a 415,” the scanner announced. Reaching for the radio on the dashboard, Fabian looked over at his partner.

 
; “Stop counting.” Pressing the button on the receiver, Fabian responded to the dispatcher. “What’s the 10-20?” Waiting for the location, he started the ignition and hit the lights.

  “Club Surrender,” the dispatcher responded.

  Orlando nodded and smiled. “I know where it is.” Taking the receiver from him, Orlando confirmed they were responding to the call. “4-Paxton-Thomas-2 responding.”

  As Orlando gave him directions, Fabian realized they were only two blocks away. During the short drive, he wondered in the back of his mind why his friend was actually anxious to be taking this call. Arriving three minutes later, they pulled up in front of what appeared to be your average night club. The building looked to have two or three floors from the outside. The sign was lit up in blue neon lights that read Club Surrender. It looked to have been kept up well from what he could see in the dark. The building was painted black, the tiny windows were trimmed with silver panels, and the door looked to be made of stainless steel with long rectangular windows. The line out front was short, but it looked like it catered more to A-list clients. The walkway was lined with a red carpet, and the entrance was blocked off by red velvet ropes that the guard at the door controlled. The few patrons out front were well dressed, and the women were dressed to impress, not in skimpy club wear.

  “Ironic that we would get a call to come to this club.” Orlando still wore a sly smirk as he stepped out of the high SUV and headed for the front entrance of the club.

  Putting the car in park, he shut off the ignition and got out to follow his partner. Contacting the dispatcher via the radio, he spoke into the hand held receiver mounted on his shoulder “4-Paxton-Thomas-2 on the scene.” Catching up to Orlando after jogging a little, Fabian asked the question he had in mind. “What’s so ironic about it?”