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ADDIE: No!!!

             
CONRAD: The fact that u had to put three !!! tells me u r!!!

             
ADDIE: Would that bother you?

             
CONRAD: No, not at all. It’s pretty hot. Send me a pic.

             
This was her moment of redemption. Flinging the covers off of her, she ran to the bathroom, turning the light on and close the bathroom door to face the full length mirror on the back of it. Before she could take the picture her phone dinged again.

            
 
CONRAD: Don’t touch your hair. I like the sexy just fucked look on you.

             
It was after this message that she finally looked at the time and realized that it was almost midnight. Smiling, she adjusted the phone so she could see herself in the mirror, took a few pictures to see which one was best, and sent it to Conrad.

            
 
ADDIE: Feel better?

             
It was a few minutes before she got a reply, but she did she laughed with relief.

            
 
CONRAD: HOLY FUCK! I LIKE IT!

             
ADDIE:  :)

             
CONRAD: I want a diff one tomorrow. One for each day would be great!

             
ADDIE: Only if I get one in return.

             
CONRAD: I can do that. :)

             
Turning off the lighting and going back into the bed, Addie was about to lay down her phone when it dinged again. What Addie saw really surprised her. Someone else had taken a picture of Conrad holding his phone up and on its display was a sleeping Addie.  She didn’t know what to say. He had taken a picture of her while she was sleeping, when had he done that?  Smiling, she texted back to have a good evening and a great field problem and she would talk to him again tomorrow.

             
              And this was the way that Addie spent the two weeks that Conrad was in the field. She’d get up for work and go do her eight to five. When she was done, she would usually go home after getting something on the way, and eat by herself. Or Jess would ask her to come over to her and Carl’s apartment to eat there. The first weekend Conrad was in the field, she, Jess and Talia went out for dinner and drinks, talking about men and whatever else happened to come up.  Each night, she and Conrad would text. Even if it was only to send a picture or say good night. Not knowing when Conrad was going to be out of the field, the second Friday, Jess asked Addie to go to the Messo with her.  Jess inviting Addie to the Messo had come up more than once, so finally relenting, Addie told Jess that she would pick her up for dinner before they went to the Messo.

             
Conrad wanted to surprise Addie when he came out of the field at six that Friday night. The Commander said that everyone had far exceeded the new Brigade Commander’s expectation, so he was releasing everyone a week early to go be with family. Packing up from the field problem was done expediently by everyone. Now, pulling into his apartment parking lot, he looked over and saw that Addie’s car wasn’t there. Looking up into her apartment, it looked like all the lights were off as well. Pulling his rucksack and other gear out of his truck, he made his way up the upstairs to his apartment. After a long overdue shower, Conrad stepped into his bedroom and saw that his phone was blinking from a text message. Hitting the button he saw it was from Carl.

            
 
CARL: Party @ Messo in ur honor. Masked.

             
CONRAD: Not wearing a mask dude.

             
CARL: Kidding!! No masks.

             
CONRAD: I’m IN!

             
CARL: C U soon brother. Headed over now.              

             
CONRAD: RGR.

Chapter Fifteen

              Opening the bottom drawer of his dresser he pulled out his leather pants. Unless Addie called or texted, he was going to go to the Messo and have a good time. They weren’t married, they weren’t dating, they were just friends who fucked each other a few times, shared a few pictures while he was in the field and hung out. Her comment before he left for the field was warranted. The only thing was, he had deleted the pictures of Susan from his phone. The only pictures he had on his phone now, were the silly pictures she’d send him while he was in the field. And those of his sisters and brother and dad in Pennsylvania. Black leather pants, black t-shirt, and boots on, Conrad was ready to go. First he’d text Addie to see what she was doing.

            
 
CONRAD: Hey...I’m home. Heading out in a few. Where r u?

             
Waiting for a few minutes, Conrad didn’t hear anything back so he went on his way to the Messo.  After parking in the back lot, he tucked his truck keys in his front pocket and made his way into the Messo.  He was greeted with well wishes from friends and congratulations on a new assignment to Italy from the people that he’d known for the past four years. Making his way from the vestibule into the long hallway and finally into the large ballroom, Conrad went up to the bar and ordered a rum and coke. He was going to miss the Messo and the excitement of half-naked women and sex. But he knew where the clubs were in Italy, having been there before. He’d just have to brush up on his Italian.

             
“Hey man you made it.” Carl greeted him, shaking his hand.

             
“Yeah dude. Wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Conrad smiled.

             
“Jess is out with the girls right now, she’ll be along in a little while.” Carl offered.

             
“Oh. Is she out with Addie?”

             
“I don’t know man. Jess just said that she was out with the girls.”

             
Conrad nodded his head taking a sip of his drink and looked at his phone one more time. With no texts or phone calls, he waited for Carl to order his drink and they went to have a seat on one of the dark gray leather sofas that were grouped along the dance floor.

             
“Oh damn!  Is that Susan and Lisa over there getting it on?” Carl asked trying to look through the dancers weaving and bobbing his head.

             
Conrad looked over to where Carl was trying to look through the dancers, and indeed it was Susan and Lisa. “Yeah that’s them. You can always count on them to be here on a Friday and Saturday.”

             
“That’s true.” Carl answered, “Jess doesn’t like them very much, and she says they are bitches.”

             
“I would have to agree with you there. But they do have their uses.” Conrad chuckled.

             
Carl raised his glass, as did Conrad, “Here’s to one fucking good party.”

             
“Hell yeah.” Conrad smiled, watching the two women grind against each other and kiss as they danced.

             
“I think I may need to hide from those two though.” Carl slid over on the sofa so that more dancers obscured him.

             
“Why?” Conrad looked at his friend strangely.

             
“Because I’ll get my ass kicked if Jess sees me anywhere near those two bitches. She doesn’t trust either one of them.”

             
“Alright man, let’s just go upstairs and save your ass until Jess gets here.”  Conrad shook his head and headed to the elevators with Carl in tow.

             
Addie and Jess bid good night to Talia after dinner and made their way toward the Messo, with Addie driving and Jess giving directions. As Addie drove down the long gravel driveway that led to the Messo, she started getting really nervous. The building was an old palatial house that had a three-story vestibule and two long wings the size of football fields going out at an angle on each side. It had what looked like hundreds of windows. The face of the building was a dark gray stone. Addie likened it to the English castles almost. The grounds were immaculate, with tall green grass that you would want to roll in, shapely hedges and finials and gorgeous flowers and tall old oak trees surrounded the mansion and the parking lot. Jess instructed Addie to park in the front, this way they could get in sooner and she could see Carl.

Looking down at her watch, Addie saw that it was nine thirty.  She hadn’t realized that they’d stayed out that long after dinner. But, she was catching Talia and Jess up on all the latest gossip that she’d heard from Mrs. Jenkins, who’d taken her under her wing. Locking her door, she pulled down her short skirt just a little bit more, prompting Jess to tell her that she looked hot as sin. She felt uncomfortable in her short
skirt that barely covered her ass and the tops of her nude thigh highs that she’d put on at Jess’s insistence. Not to mention the very low cut black blouse that she was wearing that practically bared her breasts. But what attracted you to her chest were the multiple strands of silver chain that formed a necklace around her neck that rested on her breasts. She completed her ensemble with her nude suede heels. Leaving her unruly curly hair long and loose. When she went to pick up Jess at her apartment, Jess had taken it upon herself to redo Addie’s makeup into a more sultry and dark look to fit the Messo’s theme.

             
“You look fine, quit fidgeting.” Jess smiled as she pushed open the front door to the Messo.  “In fact, I’ll tell you again, girl...you look pretty damn hot.”

             
              “I look like a hooker.” Addie replied. “I hope I don’t run into anybody I know.”

             
“You think you look like a hooker? Great!” Jess smiled brightly. “You’ll fit in perfectly. As far as running into people, I run into people all the time from work, we work in personnel. What do you expect?”  Jess said as she walked up to the coat check in.  “Hey Tammy! I haven’t seen you in a long time. I need a visitor’s contract for my friend Addie here please.” Jess greeted the girl at the check-in, got an over-the-counter hug, and was given a paper attached to the clipboard and a pen for Addie to read and sign.

             
As Jess was chatting with her friends that were behind the counter, Addie read over the ironclad contract that covered everything she was allowed and not allowed to do at the Messo as a guest. She was to be given a red band to be worn around her right wrist. This meant that she was a guest. Participation was of her own accord, given her consent. At which time, the Dom or Domme that she was going to play with would follow her over to the bar where she could change her wrist band from a red one to a whichever color she was going to need. Addie looked over what the different color wristbands meant a second time.

            
 
Black Leather cuff - Dungeon Master or Mistress

             
Blue - open to play

             
White - owned

             
Pink - women only

             
Purple - men only

             
Red - GUEST

             
Addie looked over the contract front and back once more before she signed.  She stood on shaky feet as she walked over to the large desk and handed over the clipboard. The girl named Tammy looked at her and smiled, handing over a red wristband for her to slide on, she explained that anyone with a black cuff was to be called Sir or Ma’am, out of respect of their position. She also explained that if at any time she got separated from Jessica, and she ran into any trouble, she could go to anyone wearing a black cuff or the bartenders and they would take care of her.  Tammy then asked Addie to verbally agree to everything she had signed in the contract.

             
“I agree.” Addie said rather shakily while Jess squealed with joy.

             
“Let’s get our groove on!”  Jess exclaimed.

             
Pushing through the heavy wooden doors on the other side of the vestibule just let Addie through a long wide hallway that was lit dimly with candelabras. Then another set of wooden doors appeared, and when Jess pushed those open, the first thing that assaulted your senses in a sensual way was dance music with a heavy beat.  As they made their way in, Addie noticed first, that this must have been at one time, an old ballroom complete with the chandeliers that were now holding electric flame lights. There were three bars, one right by the door that was about 20 feet away from the door, one further down about half way through the room, and the last one on the far wall. The room seemed the length of a football field and was bathed in red light from the backlit bars, to the laser lights coming from the DJ booth. There were several stools that followed along each of the bars. All a cast iron with dark gray leather cushions, there were tables and chairs with several people dressed like they were at a club. There was a huge dance floor toward the end of the room with lots of grinding and sensual movements from the  dancers. There were also several dark gray leather sofas and chairs set up in small seating areas with people who were just having a good time.