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truly about the bondage? Sex for her in the past was over before she entered the room. Never in her life had she climaxed while in the throes of a huff and puff session with Russell. Only some serious rubbing of her clit during the act brought her close, or some oral action in between, which rarely happened. And even when she enjoyed it, she had to endure what pleased Russell more. Her never-ending desire to please Russell squeezed any self-awareness of her own desires from her spirit. No balance there.
    So, was it Rain’s turn to be submissive in bed? Was it her turn to have a man set her toes to curling with a whispered command, before he beat his name into it? She wasn’t a dominatrix. Rain was somewhere in between. A rare specimen who was more like a chameleon. That’s what made her stories different, exciting, and decadent.
    A deeply frustrated sigh escaped her as she slowly lowered the top of her laptop. Her favorite chair sat pointed to the west in front of large picture windows. The sinking sun shot rays of red, orange, and gold through the glass to warm her. Her mind drifted as it sometimes did while watching the day slip away. And despite her best efforts not to, she began to consider Naiya’s words.
    Oh, cut the shit! Rain would turn a place like that out. And, honey, let me clue you in on something. Rain is you. She is the other you that you think no one can see. You need to stop all the stalling. Your life, Destini! When are you going to live it for a change?
    Destini shot to her feet. She located her purse on the credenza. She removed her things: wallet, lipstick, keys, checkbook, mints, and finally a platinum VIP card. On the front of the card in black lettering, it read: Club Ajani .
    She tapped it against her chin. Thinking hard about the invite and the chance to learn how to release her inner self was tempting. She could reign in Rain’s insatiable appetite and Rain could help her to loosen her inhibitions. A mix of the two could prove to be interesting.
    Naiya was right. She would never explore this side of herself in Manchester Hills or hiding behind her computer. She would continue to be boring, uptight Destini. She was grown, a big girl, her own person. Still, her parents’ religious discipline was in her heart, part of her core, and she knew right from wrong. Sex with someone you loved and married was right. Everything else was wrong.
    Destini sighed, shaking her head. Her curls loosened, falling over her brow. This wasn’t her. As she lowered the card to her purse, her hand stilled. Russell’s words soon played through the hollows of her memory and barely-healed heart.
    “Asshole!” she grumbled. “He has no clue who I am, the bastard. None of you know who I am.”
    Destini set a firm, determined line to her lips. She rubbed the pads of her fingers into the raised lettering on the card. “They want Rain? I’ll give them Rain.”
    She marched into her bedroom and straight to her closet, digging out the naughty black dress with the leather straps. It was barely the size of a towel. She tossed it onto the bed and then padded off to the shower, shedding her clothes as she went. Fearing her courage would slip, Destini decided not to think it through. Instead, she undressed, and then stepped under the warm spray of the water. Tonight, Rain and Destini would be one. She smiled at the possibilities.
     
    ***
    For a moment, Destini wondered if she’d put the wrong address in her GPS. The building was a three-story non-descript building located on the edge of an industrial park. Two bouncers stood under a black awning, which covered the red carpet that led to the club’s double red doors.
    As her car idled at the curb, a third bouncer stepped outside. Tall, blond and handsome, he was dressed in black slacks, matching t-shirt and a white blazer. A small smile tilted the corner of his mouth. He signaled her to drive forward.
    Could he see her through her car’s tinted windows? Destini shook her