Clipped by
Destiny, from chapter one of The Lodge by Gregory Allen
Destiny sat in the
middle of the couch between the other two and leaned back. She gave the leash a
sharp tug and pointed at the floor. Paul crawled to a stop and knelt up.
Destiny crossed her legs. She kicked her heel in the air between them. The view
up her tiny skirt revealed her bikini bottoms pressed between her tightly
closed thighs, but the glorious sight remained in his periphery. He couldn’t
remove his gaze from her face as she smiled down at him. “I wondered if you
would come in with a collar on. You seemed like the type.” She uncrossed her
legs and, placing both feet on the floor, leaned forward. She pinched his
cheek. “Were you too shy?”
“Yes.”
She leaned back,
drawing the leash tight, pulling him slightly off balance and making him tense
up. She raised her chin and glared down. “While you’re at the end of my leash,
you will address me as ‘Mistress Destiny.’”
“Yes, Mistress
Destiny.”
She smiled and let the
leash go slack. She crossed her legs, again. She told him she was enjoying the
change at the club. She was having fun with it. Several of her regulars were
coming in with collars on. Paul never liked hearing about her other regulars.
He didn’t have any delusions. Of course she was an entertainer and men came in
to see her, and it never bothered him to see her admired by other men she
danced for, but he did like to think she wasn’t anyone else’s primary reason
for coming in. When a dancer spots a man and knows when she sees him he’s a
certain yes for a dance a nice bond is created. He wished his sharing of that
with her was unique, but he obediently nodded along, listening attentively as
she continued speaking, her foot moving through the air just under his chin.
The usual chatter took
place. She let him know how her week had been and he told her about his. He
didn’t have a lot in common with a beautiful woman half his age, but with
Destiny, their surface conversations always felt sincere, and her wit and
intelligence, during these pre-dance chats, had always made it more amazing
that she would be dancing naked just for him and not slightly less the way it
could if a dancer seemed too vapid or uninterested during the conversation.
Now, on his knees at her feet, their pleasant, mundane chit chat took on a
heightened erotic charge.
A few other patrons had
been clipped by dancers, but the only two he could see on the adjacent couches
wore bands around their wrists and were sitting and talking with their
entertainers. Their forearms grazed against the dancers’ naked thighs. The
couples seemed focused on each other, but Paul still felt the embarrassment of
having to kneel while Destiny relaxed on the middle of the couch, her arms
sprawled across both cushions.
She chatted idly, as
though not even aware of the humiliation involved in his predicament, yet with
subtle looks and sly maneuvering of her feet, which stretched nearer and nearer
to his face, Paul could tell she was intentionally heightening his
embarrassment.
When the song began,
the dancers beside Destiny both rose. The men slid to the middle of their
respective couches and opened their legs, and the dancers centered themselves
between the knees of the men and began to slither out of their bikinis. Destiny
simply uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. “This is going to be fun.” She
cupped his cheek, grazing her palm against his skin, and pinched his cheek.
“I’ll take it a little easy on you.”
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