Chapter 28 - 28

"Oh, little sub, you are perfect for me. No, I can't come back no matter how badly I want to see you."

I understood and decided not to push it and told him to call me if he needed anything. I felt myself deflate like a balloon with a hole in it after I hung up. All the excitement and anxiety rushed out at once and I flopped onto the couch. I stared down at my phone and willed it to ring. I wanted someone on the other end to distract me from my dark thoughts. I mulled over every word, every sentence to try and figure out what I had done wrong.

I put in a movie and watched it as closely as I could for about an hour before finally giving up. I looked up at the clock again only to realize I had been checked it out every five minutes for the last hour. Out of frustration then gave up and did what I always did when I had a problem. I called Lizzie.

"Hey, what are you guys up to?" I asked as soon as she answered.

"Jordan's taking me to the club tonight. Apparently, I have been very good this week," she replied with a girly giggle.

"Do you think I could tag along?" I practically begged.

"Sure, we'll be leaving in about fifteen minutes," Lizzie said sounding kind of excited that I would be joining her.

"Crap! I need to find something to wear. Is there any way I can show up fashionably late?" I inquired.

Mentally I went through my closet trying to think of something that would be acceptable in a BDSM club. I vaguely remembered what the other women had been wearing and cringed slightly. I vehemently hoped a tight shirt and a mini skirt would work because that was all I had.

Lizzie laughed understanding where I was coming from since she has seen most of my wardrobe.

"Sure! I'll leave your name with the monitors, and they'll let you in."

"Thanks! you're the best and I'll see you soon."

I rushed to my room and threw together the first outfit I could think of that might be acceptable. I peeked in the mirror and pulled my hair back in a high ponytail that left me looking like a schoolgirl. I grabbed my wallet and checked to make sure my ID was in it before excitedly jogging out the door.

I cautiously walked up to the club, hazily remembering the last time I was here and had fallen on my face. I mentally patted myself on the back for putting on flats this time.

There was the usual line of women outside the club, but I passed them up and headed for the front of the line. Lizzie had texted me a minute ago and said everything was set up and once inside, I was to go straight to the bar immediately. I hoped her text was abrupt because she was excited to see me and not for any other reason, it was almost as if she was upset.

"Hi, I'm Mia. My friend said she'd leave my name at the door so I could get in," I told the man at the door.

He epitomized the term ‘bouncer'. Tall, muscular, tough as nails.

I tried to sound as confident as I could, despite the nervous quiver I felt inside. I didn't look around at the crowd that was gathered outside afraid that I'd see someone I knew and would lose my courage. The man looked me up and down, the skepticism in his eyes was slightly painful to take in. It was just a reminder of how different I was from the normal crowd that came here.

"Somehow, I doubt I will find your name on my list, hon. Why don't you go to the bar down the street? That is a lot better for a sweet little girl like you," he told me.

I could hear the pity in his voice and knew he was trying to be nice. I dropped my eyes to the ground suddenly having second thoughts about going in. Who was I thinking a girl like me belonged in a place like this? All the women here were beautiful, slender, perfectly sexy women.

I just… wasn't.

Shoving those thoughts down, I quickly ran through the reasons as to why I really did want to see this club with my own eyes and reminded myself Lizzie was waiting inside. I bit my lip realizing there was only one way I was going to convince this man I was in the right place. I took a deep breath and got really close so only he could hear me and prayed this worked. Putting my hands behind my back, I kept my eyes on the ground adopting the most modest submissive pose I could.

"Please, Sir. Could you look anyway? My friend is Lizzie Moore and she's Master Jordan's sub," I said quietly.

I was desperately hoping he could hear me over the drone of people in line and the music blaring behind him. My body relaxed when I heard him sigh and riffle through the paper as he looked at his list. His eyes widened in surprise, and I knew he had found my name.

"Go on in. Take the stairs in front of you and once you are inside, Master Jordan said to go straight to the bar and someone will meet you there," he relented almost reluctantly.

My excitement at being right got a dose of cold reality on it when I saw the sympathy in his eyes as I nodded my thanks and proceeded inside. My anxiety rose again wondering what was going on, something told me I should run away while I still had the chance. But I continued forward pushing all my fear aside and preparing myself for what was behind the doors ahead.. I had an idea as to what to expect when I went inside but honestly, there was no way I could have ever guess what this place was actually like.