Angel Moreno stared at her naked self in the mirror. She turned to the left, then to the right, then faced her reflection again and sighed. The diet programmes hadn't worked. Neither had working out till it hurt while eating less than a snail ate. After two years of trying, she'd simply given up, and had developed a new respect for her curves and the voluptuousness of her breasts and hips. The doorbell peeled and she quickly grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body. She was halfway down the steps when the bell sounded once more.
"I'm comin'!" she hollered. "Keep your panties on." She opened the door to her best friend Sanie and hugged her tightly. "Diva!"
Sanie laughed. "Hello, my darling. I brought wine!"
Angel accepted the wine. She walked her best friend into the kitchen, put the wine into the small wine rack and grabbed a cool bottle from the fridge. After pouring two glasses, they climbed the stairs to her bedroom.
"All right. So, where are you going?" Sanie wanted to know, placing her glass beside Angel's on the bedside table.
"The Garden," Angel replied. She shifted before slipping to her knees to peer into the closet. She shuffled her shoes around and pulled out three pairs.
"Say what now?" Sanie asked.
"I mean it, San. I've been searching lately and I think this is what I want to do." She pushed to her knees and fixed the towel tightly back around her body. "Sex with Michael was just so boring. I mean all he wanted to do was just stick it in, pull it out-done! With Hunter, it's all about the mystery."
"You can't go slip the light fantastic with a strange man at a sex club."
"It's not a sex club-per se. It's a BDSM club, there's a difference."
"What's the difference? You go. You pick up a man and you make him do naughty things to you. Sex club."
"Tomato, tomah-to. It's more than just slipping the light fantastic as you so eloquently put it."
"I thought you said you weren't going back? You said you were getting too old for those kinds of clubs. You said you only went there to watch."
"I know. But you should see this man, San." Angel shrugged. She dropped the towel to the ground then reached for her corset. After making sure it was turned right side out, she shoved her arms into it. "One more chance to get a hold of Hunter."
"From what you tell me, he rarely gets involved with anyone," Sanie pointed out. "One more night won't let him take you on as a lover. Besides, he sounds like he's a Dom."
Angel shivered while she shoved her legs into a tight, black pencil skirt. She pulled it up to her hips, just below the bottom of her corset. "That's why I want him. He is a take-charge kind of guy."
"But you're not into domination and you cannot be a submissive. I mean come on! You run one of the biggest architecture firms in the city and let's face it, you can't do that successfully unless you're a little bit of a bitch."
"I don't know what I'm into." She turned one way then the other before giving Sanie her back. "Can you do me up?"
Sanie started tugging at the ropes to tie her into the corset. She lost her train of thought for a brief moment but gathered herself and took a breath.
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