She nodded after a moment.

Gliding my hand over her chin, I cupped her neck, making her tilt her head up and away. I didn’t want her to see my face, didn’t want her to know who I was. “I know what you just did, you naughty girl. Why did you do that?”

“Uh…” she stuttered and swallowed hard against my hand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

Keeping my tone low so as not to be overheard or draw attention, I dragged my nose up the column of her neck. “You were in there playing with yourself. Weren’t you? Don’t lie to me.”

“Y..yes,” she said softly.

“Yes, what?” I pushed.

“Yes, sir?” she guessed.

“Hmmm. Yes, that’s right.” I hummed against her hair, breathing the scent in deep.

“Who are you?” She shifted her feet restlessly, but didn’t try to fight my grip on her.

“An admirer. Precious, tell me what is your name?” I knew her name, but I wanted her to know that I knew it. She would be mine. All rules had flown from my mind the moment I’d seen her in the club.

“A… Alix, sir.”

“Is that short for Alexandra?”

“No, sir. Simply Alix,” she answered without hesitation.

I was surprised she wasn’t fighting me at all or asking more questions. She was a natural submissive, if only I had known earlier. I did know it wouldn’t be long before her friend came looking for her. It was hard to release her now that I finally had my hands on her.

“Meet me here tomorrow if you want to learn more about what you’ve seen here tonight. Show up here. Same time. Tell them at the front that you are here for Master J.” Inhaling her scent once more, a rumble escaped my chest that sounded suspiciously like a purr. With a nip to her earlobe, I pulled away, slipping back into the same door I’d just used before she could respond.

I’d give her all day to think about whether she really wanted to explore the BDSM lifestyle. I wasn’t going to do anything to convince her as it had to be her decision, not mine.

Resuming my position in front of the cameras, I watched as she stood in the hallway taking slow, deep breaths as she leaned back against the door I’d disappeared through. To my delight, she slipped a hand under her skirt right there. Her fingers nimbly moved her panties to the side so they could assault her clit. After only a few rough, hard rotations, something in the hallway caught her attention and she rapidly pulled her dress back in place. The woman who had disturbed her barely glanced at her before disappearing into the bathroom.

Alix shook her head and even through the camera I could see the fact that she was upset that she’d almost been caught. Wiping her hand on her dress, she scurried down the hall to find her friend. Once she was sitting in her chair again next to the girl from the front desk, she kept her eyes down, no longer as fascinated by what was going on around her.

Not entirely sure what had changed, I continued to watch until she motioned to the door and the pair left the club. I knew they’d be given back their items once they passed through the curtain. Normally if they were to be invited back, I would call the front desk and let them know to slip a return invite into the woman’s or man’s belongings. I didn’t need to with Alix since she had personally gotten her invite from me. All I had to do was sit and wait to see if she showed up.

**

The morning passed incredibly slowly. All I could think about was whether or not Alix would show up. It didn’t help that I didn’t have any clients scheduled until early afternoon. I had the first hours of my day blocked off to do online counseling. Not the most interesting way to pass the time, but it was a convenient and anonymous way for patients to seek help when they might not otherwise. Normally after a session or two online, I would try to get them into the office so we could speak in person, as it was easier for me to tell what a patient was thinking when I could see their face and hear their vocal intonations.

Finishing up one session, I had an alert that a new client was looking for someone to talk to. Looking at the IP address, I instantly knew who it was. Alix. I shouldn’t know such things about her, but I did. I’d been watching her a while. A click later I had a new chat window popping open.

Counselor21: Good morning. This is Counselor21. How are you today?

BadKitty2: Stressed.

Counselor21: What has you stressed?

BadKitty2: What doesn’t have me stressed?

Counselor21: Let’s start with the most pressing matter and then we’ll work our way through them all one at a time.

BadKitty2: Well, I think I’m falling back into my patterns of addiction.

Counselor21: How long have you been clean?

BadKitty2: I’ve never been clean, doc. On the wagon? Three years.

Counselor21: What do you think is making you jump off the wagon, or start dragging a foot behind the wagon perhaps?

BadKitty2: There’s this man. I don’t know his name, but I have an unexplainable draw to him.

Counselor21: What type of addiction are we talking about?

BadKitty2: Sex. Masturbating. Release. Getting off any possible way I can.

Counselor21: Is it just this one man that makes the urges stronger and harder to fight off?

BadKitty2: Yes. Just him.

Counselor21: Is that how it was before? Just a single trigger?

BadKitty2: No. Before it didn’t matter at all. That is why it’s so frustrating and confusing.

Counselor21: How well do you know this man?

BadKitty2: Not at all. I don’t even know his name.

Counselor21: Does he know you?

BadKitty2: Possibly by sight.

Counselor21: Can you avoid him?

BadKitty2: No. He comes to the place where I work. I can’t get another job for the pay I make. I’ve already considered it and looked into it.

Counselor21: What about this man makes him different than other men?

BadKitty2: It’s hard to explain. The air about him. The way he walks. I just know he could take control of me and do everything naughty I have in my mind without thinking twice about it.

Counselor21: And what do you do when you see him?

BadKitty2: Touch myself.

Counselor21: Do you orgasm while doing it?

BadKitty2: Every time.

Counselor21: And you do this while at work?

BadKitty2: Yes.

Counselor21: What would happen if you got caught?

BadKitty2: I’d get fired.

Counselor21: Does that worry you?

BadKitty2: Yes, but not as much as the urge and need to masturbate.

Counselor21: Have you tried not to give in to those thoughts?

BadKitty2: Doc. I’ve been down this road before. I try everything, but it’s like a smoker trying to quit. They are all on board until that need kicks in and then it’s all they can think about until they give in and smoke again. That’s exactly what it’s like. It becomes all-consuming and as soon as I reach completion, I feel guilty that I caved in yet again.

Counselor21: Would you be willing to come in for an in office visit? We need more time than we have on here to talk.

BadKitty2: No. I can’t. Its too embarrassing.

Before I could respond again, she was gone. Running a hand over my face, I sighed. Well, that had been interesting. Even after all the time I’d spent watching her, learning about her life, I hadn’t found that incredibly interesting history. When I’d been given my choice of sign ons, I’d picked 21. Simple. For many reasons that number was meaningful in my life. 21, legal drinking age. 21, also, the number for doggie style, my favorite position. I never wanted a woman to face me, I didn’t need her face, I simply needed her body. But that was about me, I should’ve been thinking about Alix, officially my new client.