Chapter 120: Angela
"I think you need to be here for at least another week."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you." We were in the main living area of the penthouse.
"Don't thank me, I'm sure Raul will continue to take advantage of your proximity and pawn Abigail off on you whenever possible."
"That's far from a hardship, Mistress."
"You say that now, but the little hellion bit me this morning and it may be the end of my breastfeeding days."
I couldn't help my small giggle. My nipples puckered with sympathy pain, but it was still funny.
"Hmm, nipple clamps will be part of your next punishment. They're not just for pleasure."
"Yes, Mistress." I managed to straighten out my grin.
Three days had passed since my meltdown. Each morning, Krispin picked me up and took me to a different place to eat. Falling asleep at night, knowing his soft knock on the door at six a.m. was only hours away, made sleeping easier.
On my first night back at work, I could tell by Mistress's fussing that she was nervous for me.
I put as much confidence into the words as I could muster. "I'll be fine."
"I know you will. Do you think you'll feel like a small scene after your shift?"
The request surprised me. "Yes, Mistress."
"I want Krispin to be there."
I couldn't speak but she read the uncertainty in my eyes.
"He's asked me for permission to take you on an evening date."
I smiled at that, though my heart started to beat faster.
"I said yes, if he was part of a scene first. I know you have a shift to work, but I'll be sure you enjoy yourself tonight."
"And Krispin?"
"Oh, he'll pleasantly suffer in order to go on that date."
We both laughed. I always jumped in with both feet and then drowned in sorrow when it didn't work out. It was easier to leave decisions to Mistress Lydia.
I worked for an hour before Krispin arrived. Like the first time, I knew the second he entered the club. He walked in with two men I didn't know, but by the leather gear, piercings, and tattoos, I was betting they were members of Blood Rights. They took a seat close to the bar.
"Hi Angela. You look lovely."
I couldn't help my blush. He hadn't used the word "beautiful" since learning about my past.
"What would you like to drink?"
"Ask Kevin if he'll make my usual. These are my friends Matt and Stephon. I would love for them to drink my poison but they have pansy-assed stomachs and need something a little weaker."
"Beer on draft." They spoke at the same time. It was kind of cute even if they looked like hardcore biker dudes. Not everyone could be as pretty as Krispin.
"I'll be back with your order."
I heard one of them whisper "Is she the one?" when I walked away but I didn't hear Krispin's answer.
I went behind the bar and cut a slice of lemon while Kevin handled the beers. I plopped the lemon in the microwave for 30-seconds and then poured the room-temperature Mountain Dew into a large glass. The entire club had gotten wind that Krispin and I were a couple, and Kevin explained Krispin's drink preference as soon as my shift started. I squeezed the hot lemon into the un-iced glass, placed it on the tray with the beers, and carried it to the waiting trio.
"Run away with me, sweetie, and you'll never need to make a sissy drink like that again," said Matt. At least, I think it was Matt. I wasn't quite sure which was which.
I conspiratorially lowered my voice. "I took a quick sip before carrying the drink over, and believe me, it takes a real man to drink that crap."
They all laughed.
"When's your next night off?" Krispin's sparkling eyes looked into mine.
"Thursday."
"Good. These two will be gone by then and we're going on a date. It's been cleared with your boss."
"She told me."
"Do you have a suggestion for a talented sub this evening? My friends like to double team."
"I think Nicole would be perfect."
"Do you now?"
"Yes, I most certainly do."
He actually smirked. I admitted this morning at breakfast that Nicole was my friend but I was incredibly jealous of her night with Krispin.
I heard him tell Matt and Stephon they would love Nicole and then he had the audacity to wink at me, evil man.
I waited on a few more customers but my apprehension over the coming scene began to tumble through my insides.
Two muscled arms came around from behind me and landed on the bar. Warm lemony breath wafted gently across my hair and then face. "Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"You know about the scene tonight?"
"Yes, I know."
"Are you nervous?"
"Maybe."
"I am, too."
I turned in his arms too look at him. "You shouldn't be nervous."
"I haven't kissed you yet and tonight I'm going to watch Lydia cause you pain. I'm terrified."
"I need the pain."
"I know, but it doesn't make it easier."
"It won't be bad."
"I think I'll need you to hold my hand."
"You're weird."
"I know. So let me sniff your hair before I walk back over to my friends."
I leaned in and tipped my head down where I suddenly saw Mistress Lydia's black stilettos tapping to the beat of the club music. I suddenly looked up, striking the top of my head against Krispin's chin.
"Ouch." He rubbed the now tender spot.
"You're messing with my sub," Mistress Lydia said, "without my permission."
"I didn't touch her until she assaulted me."
"I think sniffing her hair qualifies as touching."
"I won't argue. I humbly apologize." His little-boy grin was infectious.
"You're learning. Now please take care of your friends. They're drooling more than Abigail."
He rubbed his chin again and then walked away. My eyes followed his tight ass. He looked damn good in jeans.
"Eyes on me," Mistress said.
I looked up into her smiling face and gave a relieved sigh. "He's worried about tonight, Mistress."
"I know, but I'll take care of your beau."
"That may be what worries him."
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