Chapter 44 - 44

I looked at her, trying hard to at least pretend to be shocked. I couldn't do it. I began to giggle and then it turned into a full-on belly laugh when I saw her glaring at me.

"I'm sorry," I said, biting my lip until it almost bled to stop the after giggles.

"I can't wait for your first real night in the club, Mia. You'll see how hard it is," she said warningly.

"Yes. It's hard remembering not to talk back to the Dom's and to do as you're told. But the fun we've had, wouldn't you say that's worth it?" Jordan said putting his hand on Lizzie's knee.

Right in front of me, I watched my sarcastic, bitchy, and bad-to-the-bone friend melt into putty and give Jordan 'The Goo-Goo Eyes' as she used to call them. I would have to remind her of this moment the next time she started cracking wise about someone else.

"Totally," she said with a sweet smile and there was silence in the car for a while as we were all lost in our own little world.

"Mia, I've been meaning to ask, how things are going with you? I know this thing is new to you and with, well everything, I wanted to make sure you were okay," Jordan asked looking in the mirror at me.

"Everything's fine, S... Jor... M.," I stuttered out flushing, not sure about the etiquette needed in a situation like this.

Jordan just chuckled and explained, "Sir, will work. I'm not as strict on the protocol as some of the Doms. If we are out and about I only ask that Lizzie calls me Sir when it becomes appropriate to do so. Otherwise, she can call me Jordan. When we are at the club, however, or in any other gathering with the other Doms and subs, she is to call me Master. To leave the name off proves ownership so don't forget that. But, for today, Sir or Jordan will do."

I nodded my understanding. "Thank you, Sir, for explaining."

"You're very welcome, Mia," he said with a smile. "Just to let you know, I'm very glad Reed has finally found you."

I felt my heart warm at his words. It was easier knowing that I had his support, especially knowing close he was to Reed.

The rest of the ride had become comfortable with Lizzie keeping a steady flow of conversation that ranged from work gossip to the club. She even brought up Jack again a few times and all Jordan did was grunt or change the subject. Lizzie began to look as if she was going to say something that I knew would get her in trouble but luckily, we pulled up in front of the store.

It honestly looked like a normal shop. It had a small, neat, parking lot and a clean storefront with its name jutting out of it on a lighted board. The only thing about this place that shouted it was a fetish store was the interesting window display showing two mannequins one was dressed in leather pants and holding the leash of a woman dressed in a baby doll teddy kneeling at his feet. The other was the name, it was 'Divine servitude', with a slash after the first letters in the title to emphasize D/s. I couldn't help myself, I burst out laughing that was only made worse when Jordan shook his head at me as he went around to help Lizzie out of his car.

Lizzie leaned in as soon as I joined them at the main door. "Don't feel bad I laughed the first time I read it as well. They didn't do a great job hiding their true meaning, did they?"

I tried hard not to stare as Jordan drew Lizzie in to give her another toe-curling, scorching kiss before they said goodbye.

"Lizzie, go tell the ladies you're here so they can start preparing for you. I'd like to talk to Mia alone for a second," he instructed her with a small pat on her bottom.

Lizzie gave a bouncy wave and rushed inside. I watched through the space between mannequins as a few girls hugged her like they were old friends and then they dragged her to the back of the store.

"Mia, I wanted to discuss payment for these clothes," Jordan said slowly obviously finding this conversation a bit awkward. "I want you to know that you don't need to worry about the prices you find in here."

"I appreciate your generosity but that's ridiculous, Sir. I can pay for what I want, granted I'm not rich but I do have some funds," I said brushing off his warnings.

"You won't be able to. Reed owns this building, and I wouldn't be shocked if he left strict instruction to put it on his tab," Jordan explained.

It didn't really shock me that Reed owned this place. In fact, I would put money on him owning an adult toy store.

"That's really not necessary. I can take care of myself and my own needs," I insisted.

"No, Mia. You don't understand. These ladies have been informed they are not allowed to take your money under any circumstances. So, you can either go along with it or you can put everything on my own tab. That's what Lizzie does. I'm not here to argue with you, I'm just telling you about your options," he said with a smug look on his face.

Well hell, I thought to myself not seeing any way out of this. I just nodded and went into the store to join Lizzie. There was no way I was about to win an argument against one Master, much less two.

Shopping with Lizzie was always fun. However, in a fetish store where she was spending Jordan's money, she became a woman possessed. I thought we were only buying one outfit but apparently, it was more like one wardrobe. She had to try on every new item including the undergarments and heels. Her excuse was making sure they matched each other. To my chagrin, she insisted I parade around the store in nothing but a bright pink bra, barely-there pink thong, and matching stilettos.

"So you can get used to walking in them," she explained.

I was horrified until she informed me that they closed the door specifically for us and would not re-open until we were done. They also supplied us with drinks and appetizers, the full VIP experience apparently.. I found my mood elevating as I couldn't help getting caught up in the women's enthusiasm.