Chapter 3

Stella was getting ready at home, a little nervous. She didn't know what to expect, going to this club. But she didn't want to make a fuss or arrive too early. That wasn't the point, in any way. She had concluded from Scott's tailored suit, sedan, and driver that he had no trouble paying his bills. Far from there...

She wanted to feel beautiful again, to feel beautiful in his eyes. She had bought a new dress and lingerie especially for the occasion. She realized as she got dressed that it had been years since she had taken care of herself and prepared herself to this extent for a date. Her life with Donald wore her out so much on other points that for two months she hadn't taken good care of herself. She had let herself go. She could not change in 1 day neither her thinness nor her bruises. But she hoped with all her heart that it didn't disgust him. She was afraid of his judgement. She sensed that her judgment would be fundamental for the start of her new life.

The dress itself was neither too bland nor too daring in her opinion. It was a bright red dress, which gave her some pep according to the saleswoman. She only wore black and white and had no dress in her dressing room. Donald each time, whether she put on a dress or something a little colourful, made harsh remarks to her, which disgusted her both with the dress and with herself. She blamed herself for not being able to wear one like all the other women, who seemed to give it their all.

But now she wanted him out of her life. She wanted to erase his influence from her person. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was taking it step by step. Wearing a coloured dress that was close to the body was one of those steps.

Once put on, the dress highlighted her silhouette. The saleswoman was surprised that she voluntarily hid her body under grandmother's skirts. She had almost blushed in front of so many compliments. She just wasn't used to it. The dress was sober, with 2/3 long lace sleeves. Lace also covered her neck and the top of her chest. The black lace contrasted with the red of the rest of the dress. She accompanied it all with a pair of black heels of 5 cm. Under the outfit she wore a lace bra and a thong, both black. The opacity of the dress hid them perfectly. It was the first time she was wearing this kind of underwear. She didn't like either thongs or thongs for the simple reason that she felt uncomfortable every time the fabric went into her buttocks. Moreover, the day of their wedding night, she had followed the advice of one of her friends to delight Donald. He hadn't made any comment that evening... But the next day, he had pulled up her braces, telling her that she would look like a prostitute by putting on this kind of clothing. At the time she had taken his word for it. She completely drank in everything he said to her. She felt very stupid, thinking about it.

She put on light makeup, while putting the access on her lips. She wanted to feel like a femme fatale. The result that the mirror returned to her pleased her. She felt ready. In all sincerity not completely, but she wanted to give herself courage.

She completely changed her habits and sincerely hoped that this meeting was worth it. But oddly about that last question, she had no doubts. Just seeing him again was worth it and if it could go a little further, she absolutely wouldn't say no.

When it struck 9 p.m., she left her house and took her car, heading for the club. She found no information about this famous club on the net. So, she didn't really know what to expect. But she remained confident. 30 minutes later, she arrived at the address in question. She was slightly surprised. The place was a very large pavilion, on the outskirts of Paris. The porch at the entrance denoted the rustic side of the place. Other cars were already parked. You could see cars of all kinds: Mercedes, Audis, Astons.... She, who was parking her Toyota, felt a little uncomfortable. She wondered more and more what she had gotten herself into. The stress escalated. She tried to calm down as best she could. She did breathe exercises. Once, certain to be a little calmer, she got out of her car and went to the entrance.

2 gorillas guarded the entrance and scanned it. They seemed to be wondering what this woman was doing, tiny and so frightened, at the entrance to the club. They didn't know what to think about it. She showed them the card, with the name. They stared at it, but the handwriting and the card couldn't be wrong.

- Miss, do you know what you want to have access to?

The serious tone of one and the sarcastic look of the other cast doubt in her mind. But she did not intend to disassemble. Especially not, by and in front of them, her lack of pride still gave her that strength.

- What's going on here, asked a feminine and strict voice behind her.

- Good evening, madam, said the two gorillas.

They moved aside to let the person behind Stella pass. She turned around to find a blonde, in a very short latex dress. She simply devoured it with her gaze. Which made Stella more anxious than ever.

- A little kitty..., she said, licking her lips longingly. Let her in...

The guards looked at each other several times, before complying under the iron gaze of the newcomer. Stella was blown away; she had never seen so much strength emanating from a woman. As much as she was admiring, the fiery look of the young woman bothered her. She had lowered her eyes spontaneously in front of so much force, which had not escaped the dominant.