Suri’s Story

It was a small club, just off the main street. A place someone could hide if that was what was needed. She had sat there for more than an hour deep in thought, wondering where it had all gone wrong.

It was such a long way from growing up on a cattle range, riding horses and teasing cowboys in her youth. Though it was there from a very early age, Suri had explored her own sensuality, learning the art of seduction and understanding the dynamics of power and control within an intimate relationship. As she matured, she could effortlessly switch from submissive to dominatrix leaving them captivated and intrigued at the same time. She had learnt how to control men for her own purpose.

She was, however, also learning that it wasn't all parties and super yachts. Her over-curious mind encouraged those around her to reveal their secrets in confidence. She had learnt a wide range of sexual activities and enjoyed them, perfecting them with every person she would come across.

What drove her though, was the need to be the nurturer of their fantasies, the keeper of their darkest desires. However, she ended up flying too close to the fire, and after learning the secrets of a powerful man that proved too much for her to know. Coming home, she had found that her flat had been ransacked, and a chilling note. "If you know what is good for you.. you will return what you stole". She frantically ran to her bed and slid underneath, where she pried open a loose floorboard, with a sigh of relief she picked up the leather bound notebook and flicked through the pages. Every secret she had learnt over the last year was in that book... innocent yet could be his undoing. She knew if she stayed he would find her and make her pay for this. throwing what she could in a bag she fled into the night. That is how she ended up in this small club… wondering how to escape the man who would come for her eventually.

Suri had dozed off at her table, only to wake up to the feeling that someone was watching her. Her hand went to the back of her neck, rubbing away the feeling. She looked around but could only see shadows in the darkness of the club. A waitress approached, with a drink on a tray that she had not ordered. She put her hand up refusing it. The waitress smiled and she pointed to a dark figure in an unlit corner. “You have an admirer,” she said. Suri peered into the darkness, but he was already moving away. Confidently and with purpose he moved to the main door, placing a hat to cover his face as he disappeared into the shadows.

Looking down at the tray, Suri saw a black card with a gold motif. ‘TGC’. Curiosity got the better of her, and she ran her fingers over the embossed lettering,and turned the card over. A simple phone number was revealed. She looked up at the waitress with a curious look, but the waitress just shrugged and turned away. There she sat with a perplexed look on her face, tapping the card against the table slowly. Her face cleared and she picked up the phone, dialling the number. The phone rang and all she heard was " Miss Babii, we have been waiting for you."