Savvy
Dear Diary
I went and got a full check up two days ago. I’ve been in Florida a full month. Garrett has come over four times since he’s been back from Paris and has f*cked me until my eyes have crossed. I like this friends with benefits thing. I was happy to receive an email today that said I have a clean bill of health, and I am not pregnant, not that I thought I was. Today I went back and got my birth control shot. I signed up for some self-defense classes. Stacy said she's been taking them since she was a teenager and showed me who to go to. I wish we could take the class together, but the only time slots the instructor had was during work time for her. So, I am on my own today. I opted for one-on-one training since I'm by myself. Here goes nothing.
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I walked into a massive building. It was open and airy. No walls. Except in the way back, it looked like a staff area. There were several classes going on. Some with toddlers and little kids, others with teens and young adults. I even saw one with older people. Good for them. There was a bean-shaped desk as you walked in, and a perky brunette manned the desk. She had her hair in a high ponytail, her face was round and pretty with almond-shaped eyes and her eyes fascinated me. They were violet.
“You are so pretty,” I said, as a greeting.
“Thank you, so are you. You have flawless skin. I am so jealous. Are you a model?” She asked.
I laughed, flattered. “No, I’m actually in between jobs right now, so I thought with all my free time, I’d take some self-defense classes. My name is Savvy James. I signed up for one on one training with Lea Johnston.”
“Okay, Savvy, I’ll buzz her, and she’ll come to the front. I think she’s in the staff room.”
“Thank you.”
I watched some of the other classes going on. I was pleased to see I was dressed appropriately in leggings, a sports bra and tennis shoes. I had my hair braided down my back.
“Hi, are you Savvy?”
I turned to my right and a gorgeous woman a little shorter than my 5 ‘5 stature, with rainbow-colored hair in a bun and blue eyes, smiled at me with her hand out. She was older, maybe in her late thirties or early forties.
“Yes, Hi. Are you Lea?”
“I am. It’s nice to meet you. I hear Stacy recommended my self-defense gym to you? I love that girl. She found me and my partner's house for us, right on the beach.”
“Yes, she’s become one of my very good friends. She found me my condo. We live in the same building. She’s been introducing me to the Hollywood nightlife.”
“Let me guess, the s*x clubs?”
“Um, yes,” I said shyly.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I met my partner Amory at Club Sechs. Which means six in German.”
“What happens at the sixth club? I’ve only been to Club Zero and Club Uno. I’ve enjoyed myself at both places. But I have a feeling the higher the number, the more I’m going to learn, that there is more to s*x than I know anything about. I’ve learned so far that it can be fun and not just one on one.”
“You’re right, the higher the number the more you will learn. Club Sechs is the auction club. You can participate by being a buyer or being bought. You have to identify what kink you are into so the host can let those that are buyers know if you are what they want to bid on.”
“Kink? I don’t know what that means.”
“Oh,” she said, with a raised eyebrow. “You’re an innocent one. The auction would go wild. There aren’t many around here that are as innocent as you are. The daddies will love you. Okay how do I explain kink, I didn’t know I was going to give you a different lesson than what you came for today,” she giggled.
“Sorry.”
“No, it’s okay, I am teasing. So there are different things or kinks or fetishes that people are into. Like being tied up, or whipped, or spanked. There are voyeurs or exhibitionists. That means someone that likes to watch or be watched. Some like to dress up as babies and have someone feed them and change their diapers, or rock them to sleep. It’s a form of age play. There are a lot of kinks out there. You could use the internet for research, but you might run the risk of going down a rabbit hole.”
“Oh, wow. So what kink do you like, if I can ask?”
“I am a mommy. Amory is my little girl. It’s a dom/sub relationship. I take care of her, and she lets me do whatever I want with her within reason. Sometimes, she gets punished for acting like a brat. I like her to act young. She lets me dress her up and take care of all her needs. She’s called my Little. Even though she’s twenty-two, I prefer she acts like she’s ten. It’s part of the BDSM world. It’s called age play. I know it sounds wrong, but it’s all consensual, and I am not attracted to children. I just like my partner to act that way. We live our lives that way. I recommend researching it. You’d make a killing in the DD/LG world. DD means daddy dom and LG is little girl. You have the right body type. You’re slim with some curves. You have a small to medium bust. You could play anywhere from thirteen to seventeen. At the auctions, you get fifty percent of your purchase price. And like I said with your innocent look, you’d make a killing.”
“That’s fascinating. How long would one play that role?”
“Well, for me and Amory, for right now, 24/7. But that’s something you and your daddy or mommy would decide. Well, now that’s explained, let’s start your self-defense.
For the next two hours, Lea showed me how to protect myself with different defense moves. Then she showed me some offensive moves. She was extremely knowledgeable. She told me she had retired from the Marines. Did twenty-two years. I thanked her for her service. She was very gracious. I really liked her, and I was so glad Stacy recommended her. I rushed home, showered and changed into some sleeping shorts and a tank. Then, I facetimed Nicole.
“Hey!” She squealed when she answered. “How have you been? D*mn girl, you look good. Happy.”
“I am, thank you. Nic, I have so much to tell you.”
I told her about Stacy, Mazy and Garrett. I told her about the clubs and all I'd done. I also told her about the one time in the gym with Mac.
Her mouth dropped several times.
“Oh, my God, girl. Look at you finding yourself. I am so proud of you. I am also proud that you aren’t wallowing in self-pity and mourning over that jerk.”
“I’ve honestly not thought about him all that much. It’s like being out of sight, out of mind. But now that you’ve brought him up. Have you heard from him? Are they together?” Why did I care?
“He’s called me once a week since you’ve been gone. Begging me to tell him where you are at. Of course, I would never do that. He swears up and down that it was only that one time they f*cked and that it was a total set up. He even told me she tried to kill herself.”
“Holy sh*t seriously?”
“Yeah, he said he had cut all ties off with her. Then she told her little girl that he didn’t want anything to do with her, so the little girl went over to your house to ask why. Well, he took her home to give that woman a piece of his mind and he said he found her in the bathroom. She had slit her wrists.”
“Awfully convenient that he found her in time.”
“That’s what I said. He even mentioned how the doctor told him she slit her wrists all wrong. I think it was for attention.”
“Sounds like it.”
“He said he’s going to counseling to work on his issues. He told me he wouldn’t give up on you. That once he fixes himself, he’s going to find you and show you how much he loves you.”
“Well, good luck to him, I guess. I’ll never go back to him, Nicole. He hurt me so badly. He broke promises, the things he said to me, I could never forget.”
“I know sweetie.”
“Let’s talk about something else. I learned something new today. Do you know what kinks are?”
“Um, yes. Not all of us are as innocent as you are.”
I stuck my tongue out at her and she laughed.
“Do you have any?”
She smiled and nodded.
“Care to share?”
“Funny you say that. That’s my kink. I love to be shared. I like to be the filling between two guys. Feeling, four hands on me, two tongues, two mouths. Have a d*ck in my mouth, p*ssy or a*s.”
Jesus, the image she was painting was turning me on.
“I’ve obviously never done anything like that. Sounds fun.”
“If you ever try it, make sure you’re prepared. If I were you, with the way you are going, you might want to do that. Buy a couple of different sizes of a*al plugs and lube, and stretch your back hole out girl. You’ll thank me for the advice later.”
“I’ll do that, thanks,” I laughed, but really I think I will.
“Have you told your parents yet?”
“No. But I think it’s time I should. I am just afraid of what papa will do.”
“What could he do? He’s in Spain.”
“You know my dad. He knows people.”
“That’s true. Get ready to beg for your ex’s life.”
“Ugh, I know.”
“Alright girl. Call your parents. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
I got off the phone with her and made the hardest call I've ever made in my life. Papa was not going to be happy.