fs02: A Domme’s View – Arc 2 – Chapter 19

Chapter 19

It has been a few weeks since I redid my kinklife profile. I’m thankful that my easy screening method has remained effective. It’s easier to go through 10 messages than 1,000, even if so few have the potential to bear any fruit. I made Fcsie wait a week before replying to him. Such a patient boy. I’ve only skim over his profile but he his words have a well-thought feel to them. He reminds me a bit of David. I’m surprised at how little he talks about actual kinks in his journal entries. I reveal very little to him, but I agreed to his respectful request to be able to write to me messages each day. He said I didn’t need to reply to them but he did hope that I would read them. I agreed. The nerve of this boy. It makes me smile.

Since then he has written to me once a day without fail. Some days he injects a bit of wisdom. Other days encouragement. Sometimes just a reminder. Today’s was,

“Dear MsFoXXXy,

I do hope that you remember to smile today. A smiling woman is always most beautiful. I don’t want your smile to be empty, so I hope that you find something today that makes you smile. It is a very lucky man that gets the privilege and opportunity to do this, but then again, any man is lucky to be graced with your presence.

-fcsie”

I reply to this one today. The little prick has earned it. I quickly type up a smiley face and hit send. I jokingly shake my fist in the air. I hate feeling manipulated. Silly boy. I’m surprised at how little he asks me. I can never tell if he’s just being respectful of my boundaries or if he just likes hearing himself talk. It’s probably a little of both. I steer clear of him for the most part. I have come to know myself well enough to where I do not wish to desire that which I cannot have. He is a known entity. What I seek currently resides in the unknown.

Today’s crop of potentials are weak. Apparently more and more stupid boys are learning how to read a first paragraph and that gives them the chance to sneak through my filters. I click edit, highlight my contact instructions, cut, and paste them at the bottom. I treat this as proof of evolution. The collective population of douchey dick pickers are multiplying like an antibiotic resistant super-germ. My anti-bacterial security measures will require constant upgrades to stave off the constantly evolving threat.

My phone beeps at me. I open my phasebook app. Another picture from mom. Another trinket from the past featuring yours truly and Freddie. I’ve been thinking a bit more about him lately. I’ve had the craving to make amends for the pain I caused him in our youth. Life feels too short to let it go. I need to unburden myself. I respond to my mom.

“Do you remember where Freddie’s family moved to?”

She replies immediately. It feels like ever since mom discovered phasebook that she decided to live there.
“I think it was a suburb in the north metro. Why do you ask?”
“I wanted to track him down. There are some things I needed to talk to him about.”
“I still keep in touch with some people that knew his mother. I will ask around.”
“Thanks, mom.”

I’m not completely helpless. I do some basic searches on my own. Freddie Sanford. Definitely not him. Frederick Sanford. Not him. James Sanford. I dig through the list. If I knew where you lived now this would be a whole lot easier, Freddie. Not him. Jim Sanford. Nope. Jimmy. Jimbo. Jamie. You have too many names! His high school class probably has a page. That would involve knowing where you went to high school. Super Sleuth Wanda’s logic always has that one fatal flaw. I’m like the opposite of Meckguyver. Give me the duct tape, paper clip, ball of twine and some dish soap and all I can manage to do is stab myself in the eye.

Enough chatter. It’s time for me to get ready. The sirens are due to make an appearance tonight. It will be my first time in months. My first time since. I bury the thought. I refuse to ruin my makeup. Besides, Fcsie told me to find a reason to smile. I inspect myself in the mirror. A big smile crawls onto my face. Fucking hot, Wanda. I clench my teeth and show off my claws. The Kitten is going hunting tonight with the rest of the girls. I’m such a dork. Leo meows at me. Not you, silly.

It’s not long before the limo arrives. The plan is for dinner at Dominique’s before heading to the club. It’s girls only tonight. No subs. I’m the last pickup of the group. I enter to cheers and a fury of hands. I love them all. I sit next to Cass. I don’t really feel like talking much. She takes my hand in hers and squeezes. I smile at her. She smiles back. I don’t know what I would do without you, Cass.

Our dinner group is rowdy. Lisa is drunk before we even get to the main course. She makes me smile and laugh. Such a lightweight. I wonder how many times she’ll blush tonight. Gordon taps me on the shoulder. I turn to him and smile. He whispers in my ear.

“Lookin hot tonight, Wanda. You gonna go searchin for white whale hunters tonight?”
I blush and grin. He taps me lightly on the arm with his fist.
“That’s my girl. Smile like that and they’ll all be falling over themselves.”

I motion with my head. He leans closer. I kiss him on the cheek.
“Aww, shit, girl. Can’t be doin that in front of my lady. She might think we have somethin goin on.”
He beams a smile at me and winks. He’s such a great guy.

After dinner we pile into the limo, as rowdy as can be. I’m content to just observe. I’m not ready to cut loose just yet. They are having such fun. I’m glad to be a part of this. I’m glad to have my confidence back. I’m glad that I’m alive.

The limo slows to a stop. Cass puts her arm across me for a moment and whispers.
“We have to wait a second.”
I nod. Curious as to what it is. The limo driver opens the door. I glance out and see a corridor of black cloth leading to the door.
“People outside were taking photos and videos. Dom managed to track them all down, but it’s just easier this way.”

As the first set of boots hit the pavement, a roar of cheers erupts from the unaccompanied men on the other side of the curtain. I step out of the limo and bask in the glow of my ego filling up. I’m back.

Inside the club the crowd parts as the group files its way to their roped off VIP table. I take a detour over to the bar. I kept my coat on while the others abandoned theirs in the limo. I’m not quite ready yet. I have something to do. I walk over to the end of the bar. A man stands in the corner.
“Could I bother you for 10 seconds?”
“Sure. Anything.”

I motion with my hand. He steps aside. I take a deep breath and retrieve a single red rose from my coat. I crouch down and place it on the floor. This is where you approached me, David. I will always remember. I set the rose on the floor and turn back to the man.

“Thank you.”
He nods. I don’t care if he’s confused. That was for me. I search for an opening at the bar and wedge my way in. Marcus greets me with a smiling face.

“I am very, very, very, happy to see you again, Wanda. I must say you are looking absolutely fabulous tonight.”
“Thank you, Marcus, it’s good to be back.”

He holds his hand out and nods at me. I extend my palm. He places a small gourmet chocolate wrapped in foil in my hand.
“I was saving this for later, but seeing you was the best treat that I could have asked for.”

I smile from my heart. I unwrap the chocolate and part my red lips and hold it in my teeth with a grin. I reach out and grab his collar and tug his face to me. I bite down on the chocolate and force my lips against his. He gasps and his eyes open wide, his cheeks flushing a bright shade of red.

I push his face away and chew my half of the chocolate. I manage a seductive whisper.
“Things always taste better when you share them with someone.”

I give him a gentle shove in the chest forcing him back and catch a quick glimpse of his face before I turn. He closes his eyes with a ‘what the hell just happened?’ expression.  I strip myself from my coat as I strut my way to the VIP table. An array of cheers erupts behind me.
“YEAH MARCUS! YOU FUCKING STUD!”

I’m back. I remember now. This is where I go to feel like the real me.

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