Opening up my huge walk in closet which should really constitute as another bedroom with how big it is, I pull down my new gorgeous black gown I got for tonights benefit gala. I go to my wall of shoes and pull down a whore red pair of peep toe Jimmy Choo heels. Nothing says seductive like a good pair of red peep toe heels. Standing in front of my mirror, I undress out of my Gabby clothes. Taking off my pants, shirt, panties and bra. Then I unzip my gown and slide it on. Its always strange at first going from panties all day to wearing nothing. But it’s a nice feeling to feel expensive material against your bare skin.
I push my hair off to one shoulder as I turn my back to the mirror and watch myself zipper up my dress. Then I stand in front of the mirror and take in the breathless look of myself in this dress. Its last seasons line but when I saw it I had to have it. All black with a Victorian lace look overlay with a chunky belt attached to it at the waist and a black flower attached. Strapless with a v cut to show off more cleavage. Fits perfectly to my curves, at the knees its fans out to a small train. I walk back into the bathroom to touch up my make-up, adding mascara, eye liner, a dark eye shadow, giving myself the smoky eye look, without going slutty, and then apply red lipstick. I slide on my Jimmy Choo’s, check myself over again once more before calling down to doorman for my car.
As I pull up to the entrance of the hotel, the driver gets out, opens my door and helps me out of the car. I never tire of looking up and seeing this beautiful hotel. It brings back so may good memories for me from right around when I began my dominant lifestyle,. The owner of this hotel, and host of tonights gala, is an old sub of mine. Trevor Lance is the sole owner of a few hotels around NYC, we met, believe it or not, at a deli in the Lower East Side. At that point he had only had about three hotels up and running, now he has at least five here in NYC and recently opened up a few resorts internationally. After running into each other daily over the course of a month, he asked me to coffee. After about two dates, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about this man being tied up to my bed. I showed up the next day at the deli with a contract in hand and by the same time the following day I found out exactly what his five o’clock shadow felt like between my thighs. He was such a wonderful sub. So open to things that most guys are shy about. After his first contract ended, we separated ways for a few months, only for him to come back begging me to tie him up. Needless to say he lasted for another two contract terms and then decided he wanted more in life. A wife and kids. Knowing that those terms are out of the question, I terminated his contract indefinitely and we remained friends.
Tonight’s gala is benefiting a local childrens hospital. These are great to attend to when searching for a new sub. Men love to show women that they have a softer side, donating to sick kids, I cant think of a better place. I like to break those men. These arent the kind of men I intend on keeping in a contract for a full three months. Maybe just for a month or two.
Walking into the Lance Hotel, I have to catch my breath each time. The tall marble two story waterfall fountain is glowing tonight with beautiful white lights shining down on it and through out it. Just past the waterfall is the reception area , and to the right of the reception area is the long hallway that leads to the ballroom. There’s all kinds of photographers snapping pictures when you walk through the door, trying to catch the celebrities coming in.
Boy Trevor has overdone himself this year. Strands and strands of beautiful white lights hang graciously covered in white silky fabric from the tall ceiling. The tables have high round bouquets of white, red and black flowers of all kinds in the middle. Each table has assigned place settings ensuring everyone a good time. The table cloths are red with a black overlay on top. Wine glasses at each place setting with wine chilling in a bucket at each table. There is a dj set up in a dark corner playing soft music as more people flow in the room. Buffet tables set up adjacent from the dj, full with appetizers. I walk over to my usual table, center of the room, where Trevor always seems to place me. Once I reach my seat, Trevor walks up, grabs my hand and kisses he top of it. “Well hello there Gabriella! Im so glad you were able to make it this evening. Your look absolutely breathtaking in that dress.”
“Thank you Trevor. I appreciated getting your invitation in the mail. The room looks gorgeous! The color scheme is classy, as well as the decorations. I assume your beautiful wife may have had something to do with that?” Looking around to see if his wife, Annabelle, is anywhere in my line of site. Just then she comes striding across the room weaving between people huddled together talking. Wearing a deep red dress with a modest slit up the side showing off her black heels. Her blonde hair braided on the one side pushing the rest of it to the side causing it to drape over her opposite shoulder. She approaches us smiling.
“Oh Gabriella, you made it! Your dress is gorgeous! And look at those shoes!”
“Well thank you Annabelle. I love how you’ve decorated for this event. The colors really work well together.”
The next hour we stand around catching up, the three of us. They tell me about their newest baby and how fast shes growing up as well as their oldest son. I nod my head as if I really care and smile when I feel its needed. I always feel awkward when people start talking about their kids. Ive never been much of a kid person. As if sensing my discomfort on the subject, a gentleman walks up wearing a black suit and bow tie. Very handsome, chiseled jaw, distinguished eyes, clean cut face. “Oh don’t tell me your bragging about your kids on a night out with out them? Shouldn’t you two be talking with this beautiful lady about something more sophisticated, like global warming or whatever it is you people talk about at things like this?”
“Please excuse my cousin, Gabriella, hes new to the high living of New York City.” Trevor shuffles nervously as he tries to apologize for his cousins rude behavior. I happen to find him interesting.
“Hello beautiful, Zane’s the name. I couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable you looked over here with these two. Would you care to join me for a dance?” I look from him, to Trevor, to the dance floor and back to Zane. Trevor gives me a shitty grin knowing I don’t tend to just bust a move on the dance floor. Slow dancing sure, but not throwing myself all over a man as if we are screwing on the dance floor. Not to mention, no one dances during dinner music. “Oh come on, Gabriella, I promise I wont bite.”
“But she might.” Trevor says as he takes a sip of his drink. I give him a sideways glare and look back to Zane.
“Im sorry Zane, I don’t usually dance.” Just then he grabs my hand and drags me out into the center of the dance floor, puts his other hand around my waist and takes my other hand and wraps it over his shoulder. Then he starts to sway from side to side. Moving around like a professional ball dancer, he pushes me out and pulls me back in. Spins me around by one hand then pulls me back in all the while moving to the beat of the dinner music. I see people are staring at us like we are completely crazy, but I continue to allow this madness to go on. As the last note of the song chimes out, he slowly dips me backwards and winks.
“You really are such a great dancer for someone who doesn’t like to dance.” He whispers in my ear when he pulls me back in closer to his body than before. I cant help but be a little turned on by the amount of balls this guy has. “Gotta reel it in Gab,” I think to myself. I typically don’t fuck a man once meeting them. I like to find out more about them, see what makes them tick, and if they are worth my time. Then tell them about my unique proposition.
I smile up at him and continue to dance until dinner is served. Once dinner is over, the silent auction begins and then eventually ends after all of the drunk filthy rich snobs have spent their pocket change. After a few hours I decided it was time to head home. Grabbing my purse and cell phone, I get up and head over to Trevor and Annabelle to give them my goodbyes. Turning to go out the door, someone grabs my arm. I turn to see Zane with a fake sad look on his face, “Leaving so soon?”
“Well as you know, dancing isn’t my thing and now that all of the formalities are over, there is no reason for me to stay.” Smiling I turn back towards the door. Another pull to the arm spins me right around.
“The nights still young, would you care to join me in a drink somewhere else? I know a good bar a few blocks from here, we could walk.”
Seriously? In four inch heels? “Just know, me walking a few blocks in these heels will be taken out on trade at a later date.” And just as I say it I realize my inner self wants to see him again.
A smug smile forms on his beautiful face, “So you plan to go out for date number two? My my Gabriella, you certainly move fast!” What a smart ass. “I don’t go to second base until date three so no hanky panky missy!” I cant help but smile at that comment.
(ADDED 6/4) We walk up to this little crap hole bar, complete with the different beer companies logo lights all lit up at each of the 4 windows, he opens the door for me and the smell of cheap cigarettes hit me. “So this is what you consider a ‘good bar’?” He shoots me a crooked smile and winks. I roll my eyes and follow him over to the bar where he orders us two beers on tap and slides a bowl of peanuts down to our seats.
“So, Gabrielle, what do you do for a living?” Straight shooter, I like that. How do you exactly say ‘Oh well Zane I like to tie men just like yourself up to my four post bed, spank them, beat them and dig my heels into their ass cheeks for my pleasure. Oh and I uh make them want to take care of my every needs.’
“Im into investments.” Close enough I guess and a great way to put it. “What about you?”
“I own a few car dealerships in the tri-state area. Porsche dealerships actually.” He takes a gulp from his glassed mug and cracks open a peanut, “ I thought Lamborghinis were just way over rated and Ferraris are just fancy looking clown cars. Im into muscle cars that people actually arent afraid to drive.” Wow, ive never met a man who didn’t drool over their Lamborghini. “What got you into investments? Sounds kinda boring if you ask me!”
“Well it’s a way of life, really. Its all about how you see your life, if you don’t like the direction your stock is going today, pull a large portion of your money out and shove it in the direction in where its going up.” Lets be honest, I have no idea about stocks or investments per say, I just know that is about what happens. Hopefully Zane knows less.
“I see, sounds promising I guess. You lost me at stocks.” Thank God! “ What do you like to do for fun?” Im not all for twenty questions but I cant help but smile at that question.
“Travel, read, shop,” have sex, inflict pain, “ya know, the normal things women love to do.” I say as I take a sip of my beer looking around at the people sitting around us. Gabby may enjoy a bar of this sort I may have to remember where this place is. Theres a pool table in the far end with a bunch of guys placing bets, a jukebox on the wall adjacent to the pool table and tables filled in the open area. Some people are dancing by their tables to the music, a couple are all but fucking on the one table as the people at that table stare at them. Yeah this looks like a fun joint. “So is this what you like to do for fun? Bar hop and pick up chicks?”
Zane throws a peanut in the air and catches it in his mouth, “nah, not really. I also enjoy long walks on the beach, reading and performing Shakespeare and volunteering at the local orphanage.” What a smartass. I can see I will have fun reddening his ass.
“Such a regular ol’ wise guy arent ya? Do you take anything seriously? Other than cars?” I said.
All serious now, “ Yes actually, I take life very seriously. We only get to live one so why should we spend it all work and no play?” He turns in his barstool to face me, “I like to do things like extreme sky diving and surfing. Ya know, things that get your adrenaline pumping a mile a minute. Makes me feel alive.” Takes a huge gulp of his beer, slams it down and waves to the bartender for another round. “ Seriously Gabrielle, you need to keep up if you intend to sing karaoke with me soon!” Oh hell no! This girl does not do singing. I couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket on a rainy day let along three sheets to the wind.
“No im fine, thanks. Ill watch you make a fool of yourself.” Taking another small sip of my beer.
“Nobody says no to karaoke at a karaoke bar!” Karaoke bar? I look around panicing, how the hell did I miss a damn stage? Sure enough, by the front door in the corner was a small stage set up with a microphone. “Live a little. I promise not to pick a Sonny and Cher song or even ‘Aint no mountain high enough.’ How about something like that song Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow did? Or even something like ‘Proud Mary’ by Tina Turner and I promise ill do the Tina leg dance!” By now im giving him this stare that would turn his head to flames if I could shoot laser beams out of my eyes “No? Ok so no Tina leg dance. Oh oh what about ‘ Don’t Go Breaking My Heart’ ill even let you be Elton John if you want. They have some sunglasses up there that you could wear that look like something hes worn!” This guy just wont give up. “ Well I guess if your not into having some fun and not being all, I dunno, prissy, than we can go.” I am not prissy! Bitchy and stuck in my ways, maybe, but not prissy.
“Ok, one song and I get to pick. ‘Paradise by the Dashboard Light’ by Meatloaf and that’s my only offer.” The smile on his face grew so big I could see all of his teeth. This boy will be the death of me.
The dj in charge of the karaoke then comes up on stage and taps the mic announcing that karaoke is ready to start. He announces that the sign up sheet is at the end of the bar. I chug the rest of my beer and flag down the bartender to make me up something strong. He hands me a glass half full of whisky. I swallow the whole thing in one gulp and slide it back to him.
“I see someone is beefing up her beer muscles! We are on first, are you ready?” Ready as ill ever be I think but I give him a quick shitty smile and take his hand up to the stage.
The song starts and I instantly start to regret this decision. Zane starts singing the song really into it, serenading me and dancing around like a complete idiot and head banging. The female lead comes on and I just stand there swaying to the beat awkwardly singing the words as Zane continues to dance around me. People are starting to pay attention to us by then because Zane looks like a chicken on speed and it is definitely entertainment. I crack a smile as im singing the chorus and then I lighten up a bit and then some lady off to the right wearing cut off jean shorts and a tube top hands me a glass of what smells like rubbing alcohol. I instantly throw my head back and throw it down my throat and wince as it burns the whole way down. What the hell ever it was worked, about 30 seconds later I was doing a disco like dance as Zane is doing the narrating part of the song and then I start just running around the stage like im acting out that part he saying. Then I stop when the female says “stop right there” and that was when I completely lost control of my body and I start serenading Zane and skipping around like im from some eighties teen movie. This definitely caught Zane by surprise but he went along with it and grabbed my hand and we did the stupid bopping together. Then he drops to his knees and sings full heartedly as I shake my head crazy like making my hair fall out of the clips making it frame my face.
Once that song ends applause erupts from all of the patrons in the bar and I realize they have all surrounded the stage laughing, toasting to us and screaming for more. The same lady in the cut offs hands me another glass of rubbing alcohol which I gladly accept and throw back and again wince. Then “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” comes on and I just completely freak out. This girl loves her some eighties music and she is definitely singing this song! I start belting out the words and pointing my finger all accusingly at Zane as he falls into a chair on stage. Then I sit on his lap, grab his beer from his hands and down the whole thing. As I hand him his glass his face seems a bit fuzzy, I blink a few times and continue accusing him of breaking little hearts like the one in me. After a few more of “my jams” were done, Zane led me back to the bar where we got shots sent to us from a table of fans. “Damn Gabrielle, you have some moves! And for not being a good singer you sure did hit some of those high notes in ‘Dream On’! I bet youd put Steven Tyler to shame with your rendition!” He chuckles and I realize he has some pretty sexy dimples to accommodate his beautiful smile. As I try to tell him that the whole room turns sideways and then I hear a thud and a crash and then the room turns black.
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