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“This has been the shift from hell!” Anne
said as she threw herself into a chair next to Gillian.

“Tell me about it. What was up with that
code? It was the worst one I’ve seen in a while,” Gillian
responded, turning her attention away from the computer she was
currently charting notes in.

“Yeah, I don’t know, but the team didn’t seem
happy.” Anne turned away from Gillian and began inputting her own
shift notes, when her cell phone chirped. Reaching into the pocket
of her navy blue scrubs, she pulled out the device. There was a
text from Mace.

Mr. M: Are you free next weekend? Saturday
night specifically? Monthly event - I want you there.

A shiver ran down Anne’s spine. Of course she
was free; she’d requested every event weekend off, as had Gillian.
They had attended a couple of events since Valentine’s Day, and
were on the way to being full members of the monthly, secretive sex
club.

Anne: Of course. I’m surprised that you want
me there?

Mr. M: This month is special. I will send
you an outfit to wear, and directions to the location. Make sure
your friend grabs an invite as well.

Anne: I’m intrigued. I will tell her.

Mr. M: Until we talk again…

Anne jostled the phone in her hand as she
stared at the screen. The last event that Mace had played at was
the Mardi Gras event. April’s event had Anne sitting in the corner,
observing; it was different without Mace, but she knew that his
time with her was not a monogamous thing. Even though part of her
wanted it to be.

“Why the sour puss?” Gillian said, closing
out of the charting program.

“I was just thinking about something,” Anne
replied, placing her phone on the desk.

“And that would be what?”

“Next weekend’s event. Mr. M. said it’s
supposed to be special.”

“Interesting,” Gillian replied. “Okay. I am
going to give Shelby the report. Meet you here in ten?”

“Sounds good. I’m almost done with
notes.”

Anne finished charting, and made her way to
the locker room to grab her stuff. She was looking forward to a
relaxing night at home. The divorce had been the right thing to do.
The animosity between her and her ex was unhealthy for anyone. He,
however, had already moved on to the next dumbass blonde, ten years
his junior. A twenty-five year old, with the fakest set of tits
imaginable. And where did that leave Anne? Alone, pining for a
millionaire she only saw under the veil of secrecy.

Anne often wondered why he`d signed the note
with his real name, especially given the circumstances revolving
around the club and his own fame. She thought to ask him, but was
afraid to even text him unless he texted first. The times she did
see him, they were usually occupied by other things.

“You ready?” Gillian’s voice broke Anne from
her day dream.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

***

Anne found herself sitting in a tub a couple
of hours later; after coming home and ordering take out. Anne had
poured a glass of wine, lit a few candles around the Jacuzzi tub,
and slid her tired body into the warm, bubble-filled liquid. The
heat of the water started to soak into her sore muscles, as she
closed her eyes to relax. Having her phone on the side next to her,
she heard the familiar tone go off. Mace.

Mr. M: What are you doing?

This was odd. Mace never contacted her
usually unless it was about an event.

Anne: Soaking naked in my tub, why?

Mr. M: Naked, huh? Sounds tempting…

Anne: Tempting? I’m naked in a tub, but you
are not here.

A moment later instead of a text, the phone
rang, Mace’s name populating the caller ID.

“Hello?” Anne answered.

“My dearest Anne, don’t tempt me to spank
that round ass of yours when we meet next weekend.” Mace’s voice
was deep, rough, and downright sexy. Despite being surrounded by
water, Anne felt her excitement pooling in her legs. A single word
from his lips could just about make any woman come.

“Maybe I want you to spank me.” Anne was
teasing him, hoping to entice him into some playing. Maybe.

“All you have to do is ask, Anne. You know
that.” The voice hit her core again…

“I don’t know that. Where are you now? Maybe
you could come and personally spank me before next weekend.” Anne
shocked herself at her boldness. Immediately regretting the words
as they left her mouth.

Anne heard a groan escape Mace’s mouth. “As
much as I would enjoy that, I am currently preoccupied.”

A wave of jealousy washed over Anne. “Another
lucky lady?”

“No, Anne. A dinner with highly influential
businessmen. No women…” He let his voice trail off.

“Then I shall let you get back to that.”

“Touch yourself.” Mace’s command was stern
and took a moment to register with Anne.

“Excuse me?”

“What part of touch yourself did you not
understand?” Mace replied. “I am currently in the bathroom, away
from an important meeting, my dick rock hard at the thought of your
naked body. Now touch yourself. I want to hear you come before I go
back for dessert.”

WOW!
Anne felt her nipples harden
under the water, which suddenly felt cool against the heat
radiating from her body. Anne moved her fingers to her pussy,
slipping them on either side of her clit.

“Are you touching yourself?” Mace growled
into the phone.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, run your fingers up and down over your
clit. That’s it. Keep going, Anne. I am imagining those fingers
dancing through that pink pussy of yours.”

Anne moaned.

“Now insert them into yourself. That’s it,
Anne, fuck yourself with your fingers. Pretend I am fucking you
with mine right now.”

Anne’s breath quickened as she started to
pant into the phone. She could hear Mace’s own moans as she pumped
her fingers into her own pussy.

“Come on, Anne. Let me hear you come. I know
you are close. I need to hear you cry my name as I bust my
load.”

Mace was touching himself? Anne sped up her
thrusts, circling her thumb on her own clit. She felt her body
tighten, and the familiar sensations of ecstasy wash over her body.
Her mouth open, Mace’s name screaming into the phone. As Anne’s
orgasm calmed down, she could hear Mace grunt as he came.

“You’re amazing, Anne. Simply amazing. Enjoy
your night. I know I already have.” And without a further word, the
phone went dead.

Anne placed her phone on the floor and closed
her eyes again, unable to wrap her head around what had just
happened. Mace never called. Mace barely texted. The three times
they’d had sex was only at events, and he`d left her high and dry
at the last one. She needed to regain her composure - he was too
easy of a person to fall for.

***

“Did he mention anything else?” Gillian asked
as they made rounds.

“No, he didn’t. It was the strangest of phone
conversations, and yet that was all there was. I got off as he
touched himself, and now I haven’t heard from him in a week.” Anne
grabbed a computer and wheeled it to the med room, verifying the
patient’s medications as she withdrew them from the automated
computer.

Gillian came up behind her. “Well, what do
you think this weekend’s event might be like?”

“I really don’t know, Gil. He didn’t say
anything, and you know that he really doesn’t say much generally.”
Anne turned and handed her a syringe. “Here, while you are standing
there, be my double and sign off on the morphine.”

“Yes, captain.” Gillian took the syringe and
verified the dosage, adding her credentials into the computer.

“Hell, I still haven’t received the outfit he
promised.”

“You’re the only one who gets outfits
delivered.” Gillian stuck her tongue out and moved out of the way,
pulling her own computer behind her. Gillian had attended the
events with Anne, and had also become attached to a certain partner
that she was paired up with during the Valentine’s Day event. The
two other events that they had attended together, the mysterious
man requested Gillian on both accounts.

“Yeah, well, at least you have more
conversations with yours than I have with mine,” Anne responded as
she disappeared into the patient’s room.

Coming out a few minutes later, Anne sat down
next to Gillian at the front desk. “The whole behavior of him
lately has me confused and unsure.”

“What do you mean?” Gillian asked.

“I don’t know. I just don’t know. The past
few months, it’s been a text the week before, a package with a
mask, and then a night of, well you know. But this was out of the
blue, different, like there was an underlying need to it.”

“Maybe he sees what we all see.”

“Not him. Not me. Come on, Gil, what would a
man of that stature see in me?”

“A lot of passion, love, and you. Now I’ve
got to go check patients. I’ll see you Saturday night.”

Anne nodded, and watched as Gillian walked
off. They usually worked the same shifts, but this was Anne’s
alternating twelve-hour shift week, and the following three days
she was off.

Anne finished her work and headed home a few
hours later. The kids were with their father again, which was part
of the arrangement when she had to work. Finding the house dark,
Anne turned on some of the lower lights, projecting a sensual
feel.

Grabbing a glass of wine, Anne curled into
the corner of the couch, her hair up in a bun, a ratty tank shirt
and pair of pajama pants on, iPad in her hand. Pulling up the
browser, Anne typed in Mace’s name. His real name. The normal stuff
came up. Biography of a millionaire, information about his
businesses, the charities that he oversaw, the ones his corporation
funded, yet nothing about the flip side of his life; the dark
desires that fueled their trysts. All that she found was everything
that she already knew from similar searches over the past five
months.

Anne thought back to the night at the bar
those months ago. She and Gillian had gone out, the need to get
laid fueled by a need to forget about the stresses of her asshole
ex and her job. Anne didn’t know that that night was going to open
her life up to desires and wants that she`d never realized she had.
One of those being with Mace. A situation she knew would never
happen. They were too different. He, a rich bachelor, she, a
divorced woman. So she settled for the monthly meetings, the
monthly passion. Again, the reasons he chose her still filtered
around her mind. Anne wasn’t naïve enough to think that Mace hadn’t
run a background check or information on her. The society requested
information during their first visit, and having the resources that
he had, she was sure there were other resources.

Anne grabbed her phone, finished her wine and
started to head upstairs to bed, when a knock on the door stopped
her. Checking the clock, she realized it was only nine. She
double-checked the peephole before opening the door to find a small
package. On the envelope was Mace’s handwriting: Anne.
Until we
meet again…
Her package had arrived. She grabbed it quickly,
the excitement building inside of her.

Ripping the wrapping off, Anne tore open the
top cover, revealing first an intricate white and pink mask. She
ran her fingers over the cut-outs, and held it to her face,
immediately relaxing, feeling the veil of protection it offered,
and the promise of what was to come. Unfolding the cream colored
tissue, the outfit was not what she had expected. A white bikini
lay in the box. Around the edges, a deep pink color outlined the
material. She pulled out the top and held it up, examining the
almost nothing-there material. Anne noticed that the bottoms were
actually crotch-less. Interesting. Below the bikini, and still
wrapped in a pearl colored tissue, was a magenta cover up
dress.

Anne removed the dress from the box, and
stood to put the material against her body. The material was a
solid color, not see-through, like most cover ups. The neckline
plunged to reveal the area where her breasts would be. She packed
the outfit and mask back into the box, and headed toward her
bedroom. Reaching her bed, her cell phone went off, the familiar
text tone.