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Dawn Davis slid the Buy Now tab across the screen of her smartphone. Her response to Megan\u2019s gifts now was complete.<\/span><\/p>\n

She started a text to give her friend a warning but stopped. It was best to just let the gift arrive. A surprise reaction would be great.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn was on a business call a day later when she received the response.<\/span><\/p>\n

Don\u2019t know what\u2019s in your f\u2019in mind! Where am I supposed to use this?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

In the middle of the discussion on an upcoming bridge project, Dawn had trouble controlling her giggling.<\/span><\/p>\n

The man, who was leading the discussion, noticed. \u201cMs. Davis, is something wrong?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no, everything\u2019s fine. I apologize. Back to business.\u201d She set aside her phone, face down.<\/span><\/p>\n

She worked to pay attention to the subject at hand, but she wasn\u2019t directly involved, which made it harder to reengage with the men and not with Megan.<\/span><\/p>\n

When the meeting had veered far enough off topic, Dawn excused herself.<\/span><\/p>\n

Out of the boardroom, she texted Megan.<\/span><\/p>\n

Thought it would help EXPAND your openness!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Megan texted back.<\/span><\/p>\n

We\u2019ll see! ???<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Over drinks, Megan told Dawn she had dinner plans with a guy at the end of the week. She said he was good-looking.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI mean he\u2019s no a GQ model,\u201d Megan said, \u201cbut he\u2019s a guy who\u2019s worth talking to. Can\u2019t go wrong with that, right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn shrugged. \u201cI guess not. There are so few good ones out there for us. The 80\/20 principle falls to about 51\/49.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cActually, 49\/51.\u00a0 Anyway, I\u2019m trying to avoid immediately identifying the 49 percent of him that I don\u2019t like until later on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn laughed. She had been there too. \u201cEver been successful?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNope, but I can hope.\u201d She crossed her fingers on both hands for double good luck.<\/span><\/p>\n

Their conversation began to lag. Megan scanned the wine bar where they often met. She then looked back at Dawn.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do we come to this place so much? Nothing\u2019s here for us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know why. It was a new bar when we first started. We can talk and look, and it\u2019s close enough to both of our offices.\u201d Dawn became skeptical, eyeing her friend after the comment. \u201cAlthough, with that random statement, you may have somewhere else in mind already. Am I right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a place on Branson Avenue.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn noticed Megan focused everywhere but on Dawn.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re talking slower, Megan, so you know more than you\u2019re letting on. Have you been there already?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She forced a smile. \u201cNo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Megan then sat back in her chair and fiddled with the silverware, which had been wrapped in a linen napkin.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sort of shy about going alone,\u201d Megan said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou, shy? That\u2019s crazy. You command any place you walk into. Megan the Fearless.\u201d Dawn laughed at the statement and patted her chest to quell herself.<\/span><\/p>\n

Megan swatted Dawn\u2019s hand. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to make me feel bad.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t feel bad. Don\u2019t. It\u2019s just that \u2018Megan\u2019 and \u2018shy\u2019 are opposites. You\u2019re a bold woman, willing to take on anything and anyone. That\u2019s why you are where you are right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut look where I am. A boring wine bar.\u201d She raised her arms and looked around at the few older patrons and shiny wine glasses.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m here too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd neither of us should be. We should find something new.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn saw Megan staring through the white wine in her glass. She was gazing at either the table or, more likely, what was philosophically beyond this bar.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTell me about this place you\u2019re \u2018shy\u2019 about going to. You\u2019ve got me imagining weird things. Got anything to do with ball gags?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Megan didn\u2019t say no. She rolled the rounded base of her stemmed glass in a circle of condensation.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you serious?\u201d Dawn asked. \u201cWhat are you talking about? Wait\u2014I\u2019m concerned about even asking what goes on there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust come with me one time\u2014only once. I\u2019ll buy the drinks when we go.\u201d She clasped her hands, begging. \u201cUm, I may disappear for a few minutes\u2014maybe. I\u2019m not sure about some things\u2014anything. It\u2019s just …\u201d She again avoided Dawn’s confused face.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn raised her hands, as if stopped by a policeman. She shook her head. \u201cI\u2019m already not so sure.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI need support, Dawn. A friend for support.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t do stuff like this. It\u2019s not good. Keep yourself where it\u2019s safe. Well, not necessarily \u2018safe\u2019 but avoid the \u2018weird.\u2019 Remember TLC\u2014Don\u2019t go chasing waterfalls? Don\u2019t go chasing whatever\u2019s at this place.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re reverting to 90s music philosophy?\u201d She waved off Dawn\u2019s comment. \u201cI get these urges to try things. It\u2019s just a part of me.\u201d She again forced a smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhere is this place\u2014downtown or by the docks along the water? Is a ball gag necessary?\u201d Dawn asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot in the way \u2018Ms. BDSM\u2019 is thinking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

This time, Dawn swatted Megan\u2019s hand, and said, \u201cI am not Ms. BDSM.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe \u2018gag\u2019 is because the place is secret.\u201d Megan stopped herself, redirecting her statement. \u201cNo, wait. That\u2019s not a good description. It\u2019s elite. Yeah, that\u2019s a better way of saying it. Membership and special invites only.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn\u2019s initial tension eased at the thought of this not being a crummy joint infested with heroin addicts and stinking drunks. Or, worse, over-weight, sloppy men in tiny skivvies tied to a wall by domineering women in knee-high, heeled boots and tiny latex underwear.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI haven\u2019t received an invite, so I can\u2019t go,\u201d Dawn said. She felt better that she couldn\u2019t. A technicality had disqualified her from supporting her friend in an odd situation. She was fine with it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Megan reached deep into her Kate Spade tote bag. She lifted out a large envelope and handed it to Dawn. \u201cFor you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn was astounded. It was wrapped in a black lace and had a faint scent of jasmine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve been granted invitations, and we can get memberships anytime we want.\u201d Megan forced a weak, worried smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you, er\u2014What have you done?\u201d Dawn asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Megan only shrugged. Her demeanor lightened as she tossed her hair over her shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho connected you to all of this? Sir?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot him, no. He has released me. He says I met my original intentions.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2018Released\u2019 you. Original intentions\u2014what do you mean?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSir is not about keeping control of us but about opening our fearful, closed-off selves. I thought you knew that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll have to think about it but later. Back to this place you\u2019re interested in. Is it related to the guy you\u2019re going out with? Does he have some strange side?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not so much \u2018strange.\u2019\u201d She pursed her lips and tightened her sculpted brown eyebrows. A moment later, she exhaled blatantly, frustrated. \u201cI did a really bad job conveying all this to you. You\u2019re imagining nasty basements and gross, fat men tied up and a dominatrix belittling them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was not.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDawn.\u201d Megan stared dully at her friend.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, okay, you\u2019re right,\u201d she admitted. \u201cBut I only have the experience of insane erotic stories and bad porn movies.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPoor, baby.\u201d Megan pooched out her bottom lip for a moment. \u201cNow, I really need you to go with me, and, as you can see, I have obtained the invitations.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2018Obtained\u2019? That\u2019s not an endearing way to put it. This is all safe? No images will be taken that may be leaked to ruin my business?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPeople\u2014executives in mine and your positions\u2014will be there too. So I trust everyone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you know \u2018everyone\u2019 there?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, but they are like us\u2014me and you. At the top and not wanting to fall. They want a break from their type of life.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI need to think about it, Megan. I\u2019m, er, just not sure. A lot of the details have not been given. I don\u2019t make moves without a clear assessment of what\u2019s ahead.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s one reason why you\u2019re a top-notch CEO.\u201d Megan winked. \u201cI need a confirmation now though. You willing to go?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the attire? That may tell me more.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLatex suits and a whip as an accessory.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHa!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The two women laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn subconsciously jostled worry off her shoulders. Megan helped further.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBusiness dress or the outfit you\u2019d wear on a date,\u201d she said. \u201cWhat did you wear when you went out with the engineer?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat outfit came off way too easily. I\u2019ll be in a blazer and business pants.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWear a skirt, not pants.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn eyed Megan skeptically. She said slowly, \u201cAll right.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo you\u2019re going!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn raised her finger. \u201cAt least to the front door. If the place looks strange when I get there, then I reserve the right of refusal. Fair?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBy the way, will your date be joining us?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn studied Megan. She was still skeptical. \u201cHe must be a character.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStraight out of an erotic story.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

For days later, Dawn remained mistrusting. She had an impression that this place\u2014and the entire evening\u2014would be dark and dystopian. Ugly. Gritty.<\/span><\/p>\n

On the night of the event, Dawn and Megan left Megan\u2019s house in a plain Uber car. The two women were quiet. Dawn had helped to calm herself with a shot of vodka. And then a second. It slowed her pumping heart and the pulsing vein at the base of her neck.<\/span><\/p>\n

Any high-priority business event or presentation for sales would not make her feel this way. Now, this one night out was turning her stomach.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn leaned toward Megan. \u201cAnd you\u2019re okay with this. You\u2019re sure this is safe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes. And he\u2019s meeting us there. Should see him as soon as we arrive. You\u2019ll be happy.\u201d Megan patted Dawn\u2019s bare knee.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMe, happy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, you\u2019ll be pleased,\u201d Megan said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a little better. But I think satisfied is best.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSatisfied is exactly right.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn puffed out her cheeks as she released a deep breath.<\/span><\/p>\n

A half-hour later, the car stopped at an intersection. Dawn listened to the steady click of the blinker. This part of town wasn\u2019t by the docks or near a typical Mafia \u201cdrop-off.\u201d It was an industrial area of nondescript, one-story buildings. None of them were abandoned and forgotten, but it was just an underutilized area of the city.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Uber driver brought them to a building that had two waist-high fir trees on each side of the door, like guards, and a rectangular, manicured lawn stretching the length of the front of the facility.<\/span><\/p>\n

Honestly, Dawn felt better\u2014somewhat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before they left the car, Megan asked Dawn. \u201cFeeling good? This isn\u2019t at the docks where the mob kills snitches and dumps the bodies.\u201d Megan gave a quick laugh.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m feeling okay.\u201d She patted her knees lightly, as if psyching herself up. \u201cThis place is at least better than what my mind had conjured.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn had dreamed of a rundown warehouse and the smell of days-old fish.<\/span><\/p>\n

The front door opened. A tall, African American man stepped from the front door. Megan waved to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn recognized the man too. Stervon.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0Megan quickly slipped out of the car and rushed to him. Dawn followed much slower, as she felt a mix of awkwardness and excitement.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn and Stervon got along with each other when they met at a political event a year ago. They had drinks, a few laughs, and a unique connection. In fact, that evening, Dawn had to fight her desire to go farther with the tall, thick beast of a man. His shirt was tight against his chest and his thin waist. It was the shape of a pure athlete. Even more, he was handsome and smart. A toxic combination for breaking down her sexual resistance.<\/span><\/p>\n

She felt awkward, as she hoped he would remember her and might feel the same excitement even a year later.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDawn, I believe you have met Stervon.\u201d Megan patted his large arm and then ran her palm from the round shoulder to his elbow, like she was a long-time friend. Dawn noticed that Megan stood only as high as his shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood evening, Dawn.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His voice was cool and deep.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStervon.\u201d Dawn reached out her hand, business-like. \u201cGlad to see you again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMegan told me you\u2019d be here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn glared at her friend who was in glee. \u201cOh she did, huh.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I heard that, I postponed all my appointments to be here,\u201d Stervon said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a lot of events on a Saturday night?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNone that I can\u2019t cancel to see you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He took her hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn loved the touch, how he handled her\u2014even if it was simply her hand. The massive size of his hand reminded her of holding her father\u2019s hand when she was a young girl. A gentle and safe memory.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re so kind.\u201d She batted his arm this time.<\/span><\/p>\n

He held the door for the two women. Dawn glanced at the sharp collar of his button-up and the slim gold chain around his neck. The outfit added an intriguing dimension to a cool, jazz voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDrinks, ladies?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Megan requested a Long Island Iced Tea. Dawn, a vodka tonic.<\/span><\/p>\n

As he left, Dawn immediately turned to Megan.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is this all about\u2014bringing me here and Stervon?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDawn, you talked about him weeks after meeting him. You know you liked him.\u201d She wagged her finger. \u201cWell, I bumped into him a couple of weeks ago. He asked about you, how you were doing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe did? Asked right away?\u201d Dawn could have kicked herself for answering so quickly. She felt like a pre-teen with a crush.<\/span><\/p>\n

Megan touched Dawn’s wrist. \u201cAlmost before saying hello to me. I was disappointed, so offended.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn exhaled but with a brightened face. She glanced toward Stervon as he waited for the bartender, leaning an elbow on the bar, relaxed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn liked how his dark slacks were tight around his thighs. He wore dapper shoes with a glossy shine. Still most intriguing were his hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

A lean man with a receding hairline came up to the ladies. Dawn’s defenses went up, but Megan stood.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJack! Finally.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI stayed back as long as I could.\u201d He set aside a large tote bag.<\/span><\/p>\n

Megan hugged him. Then she introduced Dawn to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stervon returned with the drinks. Megan thanked him. Jack shook his hand. And then, as if the three had a scheme, Megan dismissed herself with Jack. Dawn was left with Stervon.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow have you been, Dawn?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFine. And you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He pursed his lips that Dawn could only describe as juicy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re only going to say \u2018fine\u2019? There\u2019s something else going on in life that makes it better than \u2018fine.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, it\u2019s going better than I thought it would be. Tonight had me worried. I\u2019m not fully at ease. But having you here has helped a lot already.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGlad I could do my part. These get-togethers can be \u2026 They’re new.\u201d He put his arm on the back of the couch. His hand holding his tumbler rested on his knee.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs that how it is tonight?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot tonight. It\u2019s not my first time attending. But there was the news about you coming.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn’s cheeks warmed. She was glad the room was dim, so Stervon wouldn’t see everything. It was that preteen reaction again.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you know how hard Megan had to work to get you and me here on the same night?\u201d Stervon asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot that hard.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, well, not me after hearing about you. But you are hard to convince, according to her. You\u2019ve been wishy-washy and made Megan twist your arm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He gently squeezed her arm several times in several places. \u201cJust making sure it’s not broken.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They laughed. Dawn liked feeling his hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was not wishy-washy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what Megan conveyed to me at least.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m gonna get after that little witch,\u201d Dawn said, with just enough muster not to mean it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stervon gave a cool, easy look and raised his tumbler to his mouth. It relaxed Dawn to the point where she resettled in her seat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn knew Megan should have known she would have met this handsome man without making up some elaborate scheme. Because of Megan’s bad description, the night began as confusing and uncomfortable and now was intriguing all the same time as Stervon was inches from her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo business is going well?\u201d Dawn asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stervon placed his finger over his lips to quiet her. \u201cNo talking business. We\u2019ll likely get booted.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn shrugged apologetically, knowing they would have to do so much more than mentioning their jobs to get kicked out.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you drinking?\u201d Dawn asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust scotch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDawn.\u201d He spoke her name slowly.<\/span><\/p>\n

She adjusted the conversation. \u201cBeen doing anything fun lately?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Stervon sat back and glanced at the dark ceiling. Then he looked again at her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s cut the useless conversation. I mean do you really care what \u2018fun\u2019 I\u2019ve been doing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her shoulders slumped slightly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m just feeling weird, awkward, okay? That’s all. This is not a place I typically frequent. I feared ugly, sex freaks. They could still be here.\u201d She stared directly into his marble eyes. She saw gentleness and fatherly kindness. She felt the same peace as with Sir.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t know you’d be here,\u201d Dawn said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf you had known?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, to be honest, I still would have been worried.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She saw his restraint.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn quickly added, \u201cMegan didn\u2019t explain it well. And, uh, by the way, where did she go?\u201d Dawn twisted and turned to see everywhere.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe left with Jack. You saw them go,\u201d Stervon said flatly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry about, as you say, \u2018sex freaks’ being here. This is upscale. You and I are upscale. We are on the same level\u2014you, maybe a little higher than me. This is a place where you and I can relax. If you will allow yourself. I wanted this. I wanted you to be here. I\u2019ve thought a lot about you,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

The comment stunned her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAbout me?\u201d She placed her hand on her chest. \u201cThat’s so nice to say.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not nice. You and I had a great time and a strong connection, right?\u201d He raised his eyebrows, brightening his face. His tone of voice conveyed his interest in Dawn. \u201cI know you felt it too. You can\u2019t convince me otherwise. We couldn\u2019t get enough of each other. And when you kissed me\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhoa, whoa!\u201d She leaned back with a surprised face. \u201cMe kiss you? I think you have the night mixed up. You kissed me,\u201d Dawn corrected.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhichever your perspective, the evening was quite good.\u201d He winked at her as he sipped his drink.<\/span><\/p>\n

She smiled, but then the conversation stalled. They began to look everywhere except at each other\u2014the bar, other chatting couples, the curtained gazebos lining the outer walls of the giant, open building. The rows and rows of gazebos reminded Dawn of vendor tents aligned at a fall festival.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s look around.\u201d She stood quickly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stervon stood slowly, eyeing Dawn and studying her curves.<\/span><\/p>\n

She had just shifted her attitude as evidenced by the change in the subject and the decision to walk away from it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI want to see what’s around here, and maybe find Megan too. Wherever that little witch went.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll right.\u201d He lifted his tumbler and stirred the melting ice. \u201cJust beware.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn turned to him. \u201cOf what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot all of this place is, um, normal, typical. There are some people who let loose\u2014you know, cast off cultural mores and do whatever urges them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you’re saying?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t get weirded out.\u201d He gently laid his arm across her shoulders. \u201cSmile and divert your eyes if you see anything shocking. Ignore odd sounds.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She stared up at the tall man. He gave her a gentle squeeze.<\/span><\/p>\n

But he had suddenly worried her. A moment ago, this place had become nice, less awkward than she had first imagined. Stervon had been the catalyst for her easiness. Now he had turned the table. The venue was dark again. It was cramped, like the walls had shifted inward. She even thought there was the scent of smelly shoes, of giant white onions.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn made a forced step forward. She was going into the depths of something. She grumbled silently, \u201cI hate you, Megan. I hate you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Straight ahead was a long row of the curtained gazebos. Each was lit by different lights. Reds. Blues. Purples. Pinks. Whites.<\/span><\/p>\n

Most curtains were drawn so Dawn couldn\u2019t see inside. But there were the sounds that Stervon mentioned. Low moans, bright giggles, muffled conversations. They were nice compared to the screams of horror she had conjured.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn came to a gazebo with a daybed, which was the same as one alongside a large upscale hotel pool. On it, a man and a woman lounged and chatted. A sign hung on the wooden roofing of a pergola. It read If You Seek Amy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI like that song,\u201d she told Stervon. \u201cIt’s by Britney Spears. Ever heard it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Stervon only grinned slightly. Dawn frowned with skepticism.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, you hate the song or Britney?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think we need to continue on.\u201d Like a father, he gently touched her lower back to guide her away from the If You Seek Amy gazebo.<\/span><\/p>\n

A decent way down the narrow aisle and a turn to the right, what was happening in the private gazebos became more active. The people weren’t as quiet and subdued as the others had been. From the rooms came flashing lights that changed colors with twists and twirls. There were soft, deep club beats. It was like a controlled dance floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn was getting a little urge to dance. She bumped Stervon with her hip and shimmied in front of him. He moved against her. Dawn stopped when she glanced into a gazebo.<\/span><\/p>\n

A glittery gazebo was filled with men in tiny underwear and cowboy boots. In the center, naked, was a heavily tattooed Latino man dancing on a pole with the guys hooting for him. He wore a rainbow-colored wig and a long tail of the same rainbow.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn was confused for a moment, wondering how he danced and kept the tail in place. Then the answer came to mind. She urged Stervon forward.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat’s up?\u201d he asked after her push.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s find a place all our own.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAlready have one. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He took her hand and led her to a gazebo. It had a white curtain in a quieter area.<\/span><\/p>\n

Inside, there were two lounge chairs and a long couch. There was a stocked bar at the rear.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSit. Enjoy yourself.\u201d He went to the bar.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn did as he said and sat in one of the chairs.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNeed a refill?\u201d he called over his shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He brought back a fresh glass for her. He sat on the couch.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn took a sip. \u201cYou’ve helped me handle tonight so much. I don\u2019t know what I would have done without you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He drank his drink in one gulp.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want to sound sappy-romantic, but I don\u2019t know what I would have done either.\u201d He shrugged.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPlenty of women would gladly take a handsome man like you.\u201d She leaned forward to pat his knee.<\/span><\/p>\n

He grabbed her hand. \u201cThere’s only one Dawn Davis though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He pulled her toward him while leaning forward. He kissed her.<\/span><\/p>\n

She closed her eyes and melted with the simple kiss. She had to regain her overwhelmed senses.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStervon.\u201d And no other words followed.<\/span><\/p>\n

He took her drink from her weakened hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet’s remember that, tonight, I kissed you first and that you didn\u2019t stop me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He pulled her to him. She climbed onto the couch as well as him. They made out. Their kisses were not of a man and a woman who were timidly feeling out the other’s intension and willingness. They kissed as two people who knew what they both wanted and had waited too long to let the want wait any longer.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her hands moved over his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms. She picked up one hand and set it on her breast.<\/span><\/p>\n

She then unbuttoned his shirt. The fine muscles appeared slowly, tantalizingly, with each undone button. She had the urge to rip open the shirt, although she held back due to its quality. Sense remained somewhere in the midst of the swirl of this sexual tornado.<\/span><\/p>\n

He undid all the buttons on her blouse, and she helped by shedding it. She undid her bra and tossed it. It landed on the chair and dangled from the arm.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSuck my titties,\u201d she ordered. Her hands mashed her breasts against each other to offer them to the man over her. He dove in. No second request.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her neck twisted and arched as she basked in his lips nursing each one and his tongue licking her pronounced nipples. His mouth was large enough that it consumed everything. She yipped when his teeth nibbled on her. She grabbed his ears to keep him close.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, yes,\u201d she encouraged.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her hands slid down his body to yank his shirt from his pants. This time she didn\u2019t consider the shirt’s quality. She grabbed the waistband of his slacks with one hand and dug the other inside.<\/span><\/p>\n

She found a hardness, waiting to be unleashed. Stervon rose up, letting her breasts fall loose. He took off his shirt, unbuckled his belt. The leather thwacked against the metal buckle. He took off his pants. His dick was obvious against his jockeys.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou’re\u2026\u201d she began but stopped speaking. She moved to explore him instead.<\/span><\/p>\n

Like a shared birthday present, the two tore off the wrapping paper around the great gift.<\/span><\/p>\n

Once out, Dawn admired it. Her hands gripped it. Its brown length contrasted with her fair-skinned hands. It was thick and matched the greatness of the rest of his form.<\/span><\/p>\n

He shifted so his cock was inches from her nose.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOpen,\u201d Stervon said. \u201cOpen wide.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn’s lips stretched around the large head and took a portion of the shaft inside too. She slowly moved her mouth to massage Stervon. He gripped the crown of her head so she would continue her blowjob.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood god, you are good,\u201d he groaned.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"disability<\/a><\/p>\n

Hearing the compliment, Dawn upped her actions, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock and drawing circles around the tip.<\/span><\/p>\n

He pulled from her mouth his dick that was shining with her lube.<\/span><\/p>\n

She wiped her mouth and took a deep breath. \u201cAmazing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Stervon pushed her flat on the couch. Her hands held her wobbly tits, rubbing her fingers over her nipples.<\/span><\/p>\n

He worked her skirt off and then her lacy, red panties.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo nice,\u201d Stervon said astounded.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is?\u201d Dawn rose up to looked down her body at the man who was now on his knees.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis.\u201d He lifted her legs, so her heels pointed upward and then spread them wide as her hips allowed. Her pussy peeled apart, opening to display its glistening pinkness.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn squealed loudly as his face plunged into her, led by his broad tongue. She basked in his exploration while tugging her nipples harder than she had been before.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her orgasm formed inside of her and grew to a terrifyingly wonderful rollercoaster that took her away. As Stervon ate, Dawn pushed his face away from her soaked pussy. He had a mask of her juices surrounding his mouth, from chin to nose.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFuck me, Stervon, fuck me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He moved quickly. He easily slid inside of her. Unlike her mouth, Dawn’s pussy swallowed up his large cock. He rocked in and out, slapping against her thick thighs. He soon grunted. His muscles tightened.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on! Give it to me. I want you!\u201d Dawn shouted, glaring intensely into his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

He drove harder and faster. He pushed in deeper to the point Dawn sat up, her eyes wide. Stervon tried to warn her about his peak but couldn\u2019t speak. He rammed her and stopped. His cum filled her up.<\/span><\/p>\n

The pair hit their peaks together and floated back to reality next to each other on the couch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was not expecting that at all,\u201d she whimpered, trying to steady her breathing. \u201cYou just \u2026 wow.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They lay next to each other.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stervon brushed a stray hair from her forehead. \u201cWe need to see each other again soon. Dinner and drinks on me.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet’s make it happen.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Later that night, Megan appeared at the gazebo. She kissed Jack, and he left, with a quick wave.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDawn, there you are,\u201d Megan said.<\/span><\/p>\n

She set her large tote bag on a chair. She picked up Dawn’s bra.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNeed this now?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn snatched it away. \u201cGive me that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Stervon put on his shirt.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHad a good time, eh?\u201d Megan said, smiling. \u201cYour cheeks aren\u2019t usually this rosy.\u201d She turned to Stervon. \u201cThanks for being here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He sat on the arm of the other chair, his shirt still unbuttoned. \u201cIt was my, my pleasure. And thank you for connecting me and Dawn.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBy the way, where did you go?\u201d Dawn asked as she clasped the bra in place.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou sent me a gift so I had to use it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat gift?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI got the package on my doorstep two weeks ago or so. It works like a charm. All the men loved, loved, loved me in it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGlad I could help.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dawn hugged Stervon and said goodnight with a short, sweet kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n

Getting into the Uber car, Dawn nudged Megan.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know we already set our dinner date. I may have beaten the 80\/20 principle\u2014a good, all-around man.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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