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  I didn't have time to dwell on the stranger from New Year's or my other fantasy. My classes started that very week. Then the following weekend the club would be open for the first time since the New Year.

  Mel explained how the club put on their own little special New Year's Eve Gala. Everyone would dress up in their finest and party like rock stars.

  We broke from our normal routine of shopping for new clothes but decided to wear the same dresses we wore during New Year's Eve. We kept our hair and makeup simple. The only difference was the lacy garter belts and stockings we had to match our dresses.

  Mel and I made it to Sinful Delights a quarter after four giving us our first glimpse of the decked out club. The inside of the lobby and great room were sparkling lights with all the New Year's banners. The floors were covered in silver glitter.

  The Hole was decorated the same as the rest of the club, making the usual dark room shine. Mel and I didn't bother changing our outfits this time. Instead, we went straight to the breakroom to see our fate.

  Mel seemed excited to be assigned the Spanking Bench in The Hole. My name just said Private Show B-2.

  I remember from last month the halls Mel showed me on the top floor. She said the room down the center hall were the Private Rooms with the mirrors for the people who liked to watch. They were numbered B-something. I guess that's where I'm going tonight.

  Mel and I sat in the breakroom talking for a few minutes before she said it was time. I followed her out of The Hole. She gave me a hug before going to her spot for the night. I made my way back upstairs to the top floor.

  The door marked B-2 was the second door on the left side of the middle hallway. I shook off my nerves then stepped through the door. I'm not sure what my mind was envisioning was in this room, but this sure wasn't it.

  The room was divided into two parts. On one side there was a black leather loveseat with a table and a remote with a lot of buttons.

  The other side was like a small three-foot glass box. Running from floor to ceiling. One of the panels were open. There was a stool inside with a piece of paper with instructions written in a bold script. I walked into the box and grabbed the card.

  As soon as I stepped into the box the glass panel closed behind me. The glass instantly changed frosting over where I couldn't see the other side. I tried to push the door back open, but it wouldn't budge. I trampled down my growing panic then sat on the stool to read the note.

  'When I walk into this room do exactly as I say. Nothing more.'

  Well that gave me a lot of clues! The bells sounded through the speakers signaling ten minutes more to wait. I was going over notes for my first class on Monday when the music started playing, snapping me from my thoughts.

  I sat there while several songs played before I heard the door to the room open. I sat up straight on my stool trying to make out anything on the other side. The slightest movement or noise.

  Nothing happened for quite a while. I just sat there on the stool, blindfolded, presenting myself for whoever to see.

  Whoever it was might not have said a word so far, but I felt their eyes on me ever since they came into the room. Traveling everywhere along my body. Leaving a burning trail in their wake.

  The music was the only thing keeping my mind occupied. I felt like my skin was crawling from the person staring. The heavy beat from the song coming through the speakers had my toes tapping softly to the beat.

  After the seventh or eighth song, I didn't care anymore. I had my eyes closed smiling, letting my body move to the music. My body was starting to relax.

  My mom had a thing for '90s R&B making me listen to everything while I was growing up. The song that started playing through the room was one of her favorites. I remember us dancing to this song in the middle of our small house in nothing but our pjs. I started smiling and dancing like I was there again.

  I stood up and folded the small stool, laying it against the back wall. When the small space was finally clear, I let loose. I threw my head back letting my hair hang down my back and swinging my hips. Imagining mom right beside me.

  When the song came to an end I stopped dancing, but the smile was firmly on my face. I jumped when I heard a voice come through the speaker in the box for the first time that night.

  "You're beautiful when you dance."

  The smile on my face seemed to stretch. I knew that voice. It sent shivers down my spine. It was HIS voice.

  "What were you thinking about when you were dancing?"

  I turned my body to face the voice. "My mom."

  "Really?" Came his gruff, but curious reply.

  "My mom and I used to dance to that song all the time. Some of my favorite memories are of us dancing in our small living room in our pjs to her favorite song." I'm not sure why I told him that. We didn't know each other at all. I just wanted him to know something about me other than what my body could do.

  "Only your mom? Not your dad too?"

  It was an innocent question, but it still made the smile on my face slip. I decided not to answer right away, instead, I turned back to the stool placing it back down. I sat toward the voice and started circling my thumbs.

  Finally working up enough courage, I whispered. "No dad." Nothing more.

  "Is she still here in New York?" Sir asked me quickly.

  "No, she's in Virginia." That brought my smile back somewhat. Mom was a safe topic. Out of all the things I've imagined doing with this man it's kind of nice to just sit and talk for once.

  I told Sir a few more of my favorite memories. About struggles I'm sure this man has never had before. Living in a small town. Growing up in a house so small you could hear every noise. Only having Mom and no one else.

  Sir asked me what brought me to New York. I was amazed he would even want to know anything about me, but when he asked I couldn't help but answer. I told him all about my dream of being a doctor and attending NYU.

  We sat there talking for the longest time. My nerves and anxiety from before were a thing of the past. We talked like old friends. Me telling him almost everything about my life.

  After a while, I even asked him if I could take my blindfold off. Sir agreed, but the sneaky fool frosted the glass before I could see out.

  I lost complete track of time sitting there talking to him. It was one of the strangest, yet best times I'd had with him so far. We laughed and joked. He even congratulated me on my grades and urged me not to give up. Before I knew it, the music stopped and the light came up in the club.

  My smile dimmed and I heard Sir sigh. I heard movement come through the speaker, meaning Sir was about to leave. I gather up some courage and relied on my newfound friendship with Sir to ask him the only question I could for the night.

  "Can I please know your name, Sir? I've told you my life story now. I figure that earns me at least that. Please?"

  Sir gave a husky chuckle. "D Masters. And Sugar, you're going to be telling me a lot more than that real soon." With that, he was gone.

  Ten minutes later, an attendant came by and let me out of the box. The man had a genuine smile and an envelope in his hand. He gave it to me then left me to head back to The Hole on my own. On the front of the envelope was the single word Honey in a bold script.

  Inside was a folded piece of paper and a stack of money. My eyes bugged out of my head with the amount of Benjamin's tucked inside. I opened the note and the same bold script was on the page.

  'My Sweet, take this and buy something flawless for me next month. Can't wait to see you then. Yours, Masters'

  I tucked the note back into the envelope then stuffed it inside my dress. I was paranoid the entire time until I got back to our apartment that night.
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