Page 6 of Whatever Lola Wants (Odyssey #2)

T he paperwork didn’t take long, though she went over it carefully before giving it to the bartender per Michael’s instructions.

Even an experienced player should think carefully, which is why she decided to keep the submissive portions of the form for when she had plenty of time to thoroughly consider her answers.

But the basic membership form, and the Dom questionnaire, was easier to fill out.

Once she’d passed the completed portion to the bartender—who’s name, she learned, was Skip —she got directions to the locker room.

It was divided into sections for men, women, and a gender-neutral area for those more comfortable there.

Locks weren’t provided, but luckily she’d thought to stash one in her toy bag.

It had been so long since she’d used it she'd worried she wouldn’t remember the combination, but it opened smoothly.

She locked and unlocked it twice to make sure it worked, then swiftly peeled off her street clothes.

She ran her hands over her breasts and down her belly, pleased to find the skin smooth and supple.

She’d expanded her usual mani-pedi into a full spa appointment that morning and had been scrubbed and buffed to a soft sheen.

She’d sprung for the bikini wax, too, though she doubted she’d be showing off the goods tonight.

She hadn’t filled out the submissive paperwork, and she tended not to fuck when she was topping.

Naked, she pulled the catsuit out of her bag and wiggled her way into it.

Made of cherry red vinyl that matched her boots, it had long sleeves and a high neck and zipped demurely to her chin.

But the vinyl clung like paint, and the double-ended zipper went all the way to her crotch and beyond, traveling between her legs to bisect her ass cheeks before ending at the small of her back.

It could be unzipped from either direction, creating easy access to whichever parts of her body she—or her top—chose, killing any suggestion of modesty.

She stepped to the full-length mirror on the wall, pleased to see that even though it had been four years since she’d worn it, it still fit like a glove.

Maybe even better than it had, considering the muscle she’d put on since she working out with Marcello .

She eyed the zipper snugged up under her chin; the high neck gave her an austere and dramatic look, but she wanted to make a different impression tonight.

She tugged the zipper down to just below her navel and examined the result.

The snug, stretchy fabric peeled back, showing a sleek strip of pale skin, and exposed the inside curves of her breasts.

She bent and twisted, testing the pull of the fabric, but though the suit would pull away from her body when she bent a certain way, it settled back into place when she straightened, and never really came close to exposing her nipples.

“Perfect,” she decided and tugged her boots back on.

She snagged the small makeup kit she’d packed in her toy bag to spruce up her face.

Using liner to lengthen her eyes, slicking her mouth with lipstick the same shade as the catsuit.

She shoved her hands in her hair to dishevel it, fluffing it up and giving the shoulder-length mass a wild, just-tumbled-out-of-bed look.

She eyed the diamond studs in her ears, angling her head so they glinted in the light, and decided she liked them better than the gold hoops she’d intended to wear.

Satisfied, she put the makeup bag in the locker with her street clothes, clicked the lock shut, then picked up her toy bag and strode out of the locker room.

In the short time she’d been getting ready, the club had come alive.

At the bar level, the music was up and the lights were down.

A dozen or so people milled around the bar, and more crowded the dance floor.

The stage in the center of the room was shielded by curtains; Skip the bartender had explained that it was sometimes used for theme nights, or for demonstrations.

She made a mental note to tell Michael that a needle demo needed a more intimate space. Depending on the level of interest, she might suggest more than one demonstration in order to keep the group small.

She headed back to the bar, stifling a grin as Skip looked up and spotted her. She assumed the blank shock on his face meant her outfit met with approval. “ Can I get a bottle of water, Skip ?”

“Ahh…” The poor man looked blank for a moment, then dug out a bottle with fumbling fingers. “ Here you go, um…”

When he trailed off, she realized he was unsure what to call her. A lot of dominants preferred a title, and she was certainly not dressed as a submissive. She sent him a smile of thanks as she accepted the water. “ Lola is fine. Thank you, Skip .”

She twisted off the cap, turned to face the room, and ran smack into Anna .

She wore a black miniskirt with zippers running from waist to hem at both hips and a blue bandeau top stretched across her breasts. A black leather play collar circled her throat, her hair was back in a ponytail, and her eyes were the approximate size of dinner plates.

“Holy crap, Lo .” Anna looked her up and down twice before she met her eyes again. “ Holy crap.”

“Take a minute,” Lola advised with a chuckle.

Grant appeared behind Anna . His eyes weren’t dinner plates, but maybe saucers. “ Holy shit.”

Lola rolled her eyes. “ Jesus , you two. I don’t look that different.”

Grant was grinning, having gotten over the shock well before his fiancé. “ Uh -huh. I take it your talk with Michael went well.”

“He answered my questions, I answered his. We agreed to give it a shot.” Lola glanced at Anna , who was still staring at her with mouth agape. “ Anna .”

Anna blinked and managed to shut her mouth. “ Sorry . I’m just…sorry.”

Grant chuckled and wrapped an arm around her midriff from behind. “ Breathe , sugar. It’s still Lola .”

Anna seemed the melt back against Grant . “ I know. Jeez , you’re a knockout. I mean, you’ve always been a knockout, but now…jeez.”

Lola laughed, pleased. “ Thanks .”

“She’s right,” Grant agreed. “ You are. You’ll be beating the Doms off with a stick.”

Lola’s lips quirked into a smile. “ Is that allowed?”

Grant laughed and hugged Anna closer. “ You know what I mean.”

“I’m not looking for a Dom tonight.”

Grant’s eyes narrowed speculatively. “ You want to top?”

She shrugged. “ If I play, yes. But if I don’t play, that’s fine too. Getting the lay of the land, hanging out, making new friends. That works for me tonight.”

“Fair enough. Want us to take you around, give you the tour?”

She smiled. “ That would be great. Is there somewhere safe I can leave my bag, or should I put it back in the locker room?”

“Locker room is probably best.” He bent to press a kiss on Anna’s shoulder. “ Why don’t you go with her, love?”

Anna nodded and slid out of his arms. “ Yes , Sir .”

Lola waited until they were safely in the locker room before turning to Anna . “ Are you okay with this?”

“What? Oh , honey. Yes . I’m just…” Anna broke off, her hands fluttering as she tried to find the words.

“Flustered?” Lola suggested.

“Yes! Flustered !” Anna huffed out a breath. “ I’m not used to seeing you like this.”

Amused, Lola spun the combination lock. “ I can tell.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled that you’re here.”

Lola finished stashing her bag and slammed the locker shut, clicking the lock closed. “ Are you sure?”

Anna frowned. “ Yes , of course. I want you here. I just might need some time to get used to the new you.”

Lola snorted. “ I’m not a different person, dork.”

“You sure look different, though,” Anna said, and a grin curved her lips. “ Where’d you get the…what do you call this outfit?”

Lola glanced down at herself. “ The catsuit? Someone I knew in San Francisco made it.”

Anna’s gaze held a speculative gleam. “ Think they could make another?”

Lola laughed. “ Getting ideas, are you?”

“I bet Grant could make good use of that zipper placement.”

“I’m sure he could,” Lola said with a chuckle. “ I’ll send her an email tomorrow. If she’s still in business, I’ll buy it for you as a wedding gift.”

“Aw.” Anna slung an arm around her shoulders. “ I love having kinky friends.”

“Does that mean I get to watch you fuck tonight?” Lola asked and burst out laughing when Anna’s happy smile turned into a glower.

“Maybe I’ll get to watch you fuck.”

Lola just chuckled as they headed out of the locker room. “ Maybe you will.”

Nearly two hours later, they wound their way back to the bar level.

“So, what do you think?”

Lola accepted another bottle of water from Skip with a smile, then turned to Grant . “ I don’t think they’ve missed a trick.”

Grant had a hand wrapped around Anna’s nape. “ Michael wanted a club that had something for everyone.”

Anna sighed and leaned into Grant . “ That violet wand scene was really hot.”

Grant looked down at his submissive, lips pursed. “ Really ?”

She nodded, and Lola hid her smile with another sip of water. Anna wasn’t looking at Grant , so the speculative gleam in his eye didn’t register.

“Especially when the Dom put that thing against his skin, you know the part that turned his whole body into the wand?”

“Hmm.”

Lola turned the laugh into a cough. She’d bet her Ferragamos that Grant was going to be reading up on electrical play very soon.

Anna reached out to pat her on the back. “ Are you okay?”

“Sure,” Lola managed, and cleared her throat. “ Went down the wrong way.”

Grant’s eyes laughed into hers as he tugged Anna closer. “ I’m going to go get my bag, sugar. Stay here.”

“We’re going to play?” she asked, delight lighting her face.

He drew a finger down her nose. “ We’re going to play.” He tapped her nose once before he walked off towards the locker rooms.

Lola chuckled. “ I assume you’d rather I not hang out and watch your scene.”

Anna grimaced. “ I know I get off on people watching, but you’re like my sister, and that’s just weird.”