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2. Ashton POV

Ashton POV

About a year and a half ago I moved to this town when I decided I needed a change of scenery. Really enjoying this town's vibes, I decided to stick around and bought an auto mechanic shop. Being into b**m, naturally one of the first things I would do is sus out when moving to the town it's b**m clubs. This one is my favourite but I have been coming to this club for about a year now but I haven’t yet met anyone who I could remotely feel my needs. It’s not like I haven’t tried but all the women who want to be my sub always want to lock me down. I’m not opposed to having a full time girlfriend or marriage, as long as it’s the right one. Until then I don’t mind f*****g around. 

Sipping on my whisky on the rocks, trying to ignore the conversations and flirting of the woman around me trying to get my attention, I finish my drink, standing up, I need another drink. I look towards the bar and see the most stunningly beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. Before I realize it, I’m staring at her and we lock eyes, beautiful green eyes. I rack my eyes all over her body wondering what she is wearing under neither that tight black dress, what would she taste like, the red marks my hand would leave on her perfect skin, how her p***y would fit around my throbbing c**k. We lock eyes again and then the guy she chatting with steps into my line of view. Asshole. I’m about to walk over to her when another woman comes up behind her and greets her as if they are friends. I have seen the friend a few times here, I think if I remember correctly her name is Jasmine. She has tried to make advances towards me, not taking no for answer, I resorted to being really rude and now she avoids me. She’s just not my type, from what I heard I knew she wouldn’t be able to handle me. 

I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, I take it out and looking at the caller I.D, It’s my best friend Zack. “Zack this better be important?” I say as I’m still looking at the beautiful woman, making sure that no other guys are trying to crack on to her. “Come on mate, I know that Saturday nights you like to do your extra-curricular activities” I roll my eyes at this. “I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t an emergency and you are my mechanic”. “What wrong with your car?, I just fixed it two days ago,” I say in disbelief.  “come on mate, please.” “Fine, get it towed to the shop and I’ll be there in half an hour”. Taking one last look at the beautiful woman and walked to the exit.