Chapter 1

POV Lisa. 

"Come on Lisa, walk with me. " 

I roll my eyes, I'm really starting to regret coming to Paris. Amélie is my best friend, but also my worst executioner! What she can't understand in I absolutely don't want to go out? I want to stay warm in my bed and finish this magnificent best seller I started on the plane. 

"Go ahead, you need it, you've been working all week. "I finally answer. 

"But you also realize that you came to Paris and that the only thing you find better to do is to read books. " 

"But we went out last weekend! " 

"So what? You're going home in a couple of days, we have to mark the occasion and finish on a high note. " 

I finally get up and go to the bedroom, if I don't do what she wants, she will never leave me alone, I know her too well. I pick out a pair of jeans and a sweater and throw them on the bed and go take a bath. I came to Paris because I hadn't seen my childhood friend for ages. Amélie was my neighbor when we were little. Her mansion was very close to my parents' mansion. 

We went to the same school, got into the same mischief together. We got separated in high school when she had to move back to France with her parents. So after all these years without seeing each other, today I'm happy to have been able to spend this wonderful week with her and a little sad that it ended so quickly. But I have to start a new job so I have to go home. 

I finish my shower and I come out of the bathroom. I find Amélie sitting on the bed, she put away the jeans and sweater I took out and put a skirt and a little top instead. 

"What the hell is this? " 

"This as you say, it's called sexy clothes." 

"I can't wear this! " 

"Sure you can and you already have. Remember in high school we were the most popular and the sexiest?

"We were whoin fifteen Amelie, now we're twenty-six. " 

"So what? I talked to your mom Lisa, she told me everything, she said that since you broke up with that jerk you've completely changed. "

I let out a sigh and sit down in front of the dressing table. I hate talking about this story. But every time I do, I always have to be reminded of the biggest failure in my life, my biggest humiliation. It happened three years ago, I was engaged to a rich young man, we grew up in the same environment and our families were friends, so it seemed obvious to everyone that we were made for each other. 

We had been together since middle school, even Amelie knew him, we were a group of friends. Brian was my first love, the only one and the last. 

Then my father went bankrupt when I was in college, he made some bad investments and was completely ruined and then Brian left me in the most humiliating way possible. I was never the same after that. I lost my zest for life and became withdrawn. 

"Lisa? Can you hear me? "

"Yes Amelie, I can hear you great. And know that I would never wear these clothes. " 

I see Lisa's blond hair move through the mirror, her eyes meet mine, then she stands up and comes to put her hands on my shoulders. 

"One night Lisa, just one night, forget all your worries, forget what happened and become the Lisa I used to have fun with, because this girl sitting here in front of me, is not my friend. "

I look at my friend and I read in her eyes all the sincerity possible. I give her a weak smile and she starts jumping around the room, she knows she has convinced me.  Amélie makes me put on her black outfit, the mini-skirt comes to mid-thigh and the top just above my navel, with strings behind. She makes me sit on the chair again and takes the towel off my head.  She takes the comb from the table and runs it through my long brown hair. 

"Where are we going?" 

"To a club. " 

"I haven't danced in years," I say with a smile. " 

"I know, but tonight we're not going to dance, we're going to a rather special club, but we can dance if you want. " 

She smiles at me strangely and does not add anything more, after a light make-up, she leaves me high shoes and goes in her room to get ready. For a moment I remain sitting without really daring to look at me in the mirror. I am afraid of what I will discover. So I close my eyes and give a big sigh when I open them again, then I meet my reflection in the mirror. I remain for a moment with my mouth open, I have difficulty in recognizing the woman who is right in front of me in the mirror. It must be the make-up. The door of the room opens and Amélie enters to take a tube of lipstick. She smiles when she sees me so surprised at my appearance. 

"You look great don't you? "

"It's the makeup. " 

"Oh stop it Lisa! I didn't do anything special, you are the most gorgeous woman this earth has ever worn, I just reminded you of that. " 

She finishes her makeup and she comes out of her room wearing a beautiful red dress, close to the body and that comes just to the level of her buttocks. With a strange necklace around her neck. 

"What is this necklace? "I asked with a smile. 

"It's a gift from a friend, how do you like it? " 

"It's beautiful, but quite flashy. " 

She bursts out laughing and takes me by the hand, we take her car, her parents are currently away in the US, so they left their huge house to both of us. Amélie drives to the club, I watch the city go by through the car window. Paris is really a beautiful place. About thirty minutes later, we arrive in front of the club and I get out, Amélie hands over the keys of her car and we enter without even having to line up like everyone else. We enter and the shrill music fills my ears. For a moment, I want to get out to find the quiet of the house. But Amélie holds me firmly by the arm. We walk through the bar where several people are sitting and the dance floor is filled with people swaying to pop music. The security guard leads us upstairs and the shrill music from downstairs is now just a whisper. He opens the door and we enter after him, I stop for a moment in front of the show that is happening in front of me, the rest of the room is plunged in the dark, only one light is on in the center where the scene is played, a surreal scene. A man is standing in the center of the room, shirtless and his body covered with sweat. He holds a whip in his hand with which he hits a woman. His gesture has nothing violent about it, on the contrary, it looks like an art form, far from putting me off, this scene creates something strange in me. 

"What is this place, Amélie? 

"A BDSM club, and the guy you see there in the middle is my master Eric. "

"Your what? Don't tell me you like that kind of thing. " 

 

"What kind of things? Don't talk about what you don't know okay? " 

I squinted my eyes and looked at her, I really had no idea that Amelie could like this kind of stuff. To tell you the truth, it's been so long since we've seen each other, so I don't know much about her new lifestyle. My eyes land back on the man in the middle of the square, Eric, Amélie's teacher. He continues to hit the girl who keeps thanking him for each blow he gives her. Her skin is reddened by the blows, with each of them, she twists and moans more and more loudly. 

 A ball forms at the bottom of my lower abdomen, I am more and more hot. What the hell is happening to me?