Testing the Submissive(40)

I tried relentlessly to reach Victor, but to no avail. All I could do was wait. Wait and wonder.

For the first time in years, I felt true agony. This wasn’t a whipping with my pussy tingling in need. This wasn’t the eager anticipation and anxiety I feel on the threshold of meeting a new client. This was uncertainty over the safety and condition of a friend, Xochi – and this was an ugly feeling. I paced back and forth frantically, tears welling up in my eyes. Of all the girls, Xochi was the one we knew the least, not that that mattered. I had only met her that one time at the Four Seasons, and I believe that it was the only time Lewis met her as well. To Lewis, the minute she became affiliated with the network, she deserved his full protection, even if it meant risking his life.

Minutes felt like hours as the time passed.

Forty-three long minutes later, I received a text from Lewis, ‘SHE’S SAFE. I’M WITH HER. HOME SOON.’

To say the news was a relief is an understatement. Fresh tears fell. They must have texted Marjorie as well, and word soon spread that Xochi was safe. There was no need to call off Victor as I had never reached him in the first place.

Not long after that, the door of our suite opened, and I was there to greet each of them with big long hugs. Lewis missed his flight to Chicago and made the necessary calls to his office to explain that a family emergency had arisen. Xochi looked tired but completely unmarked. She was still a big groggy from the drugs she’d been given and from a lack of sleep – but otherwise, she looked totally fine.

“They didn’t touch me. The bikers. They saw me doped up at the bar, so they took me away to get me out of there,” she said.

I couldn’t believe it. Here, all of us assumed this crazy biker gang had kidnapped Xochi, and all the while they were the good Samaritans in this story? While Lewis took care of business on his cell – cancelling his Chicago meeting; Xochi explained the whole thing.

She’d gone out with a few girlfriends the night before for dinner and drinks. Late in the evening, they made their way to an after-hours club. Drinks were flying, including a few shots. One of the groups buying shots were some rowdy college boys, who she suspected as being the culprits. The bikers were sitting up at the bar minding their own business but intervened when they saw something suspicious. Xochi herself was passing out at this point and barely able to speak. Basically, they provided a couch for her to have a safe night of rest and keep her away from whoever had drugged her. Xochi’s friend, quite drunk herself, and with sketchy information, called Marjorie shortly thereafter.

Xochi continued the story, telling me - she barely remembered getting to their clubhouse, but once inside one of the biker chicks immediately took care of her. The clubhouse was quite large, but it was late so many of the gang members were asleep in their rooms. Xochi was guided to a sectional couch and provided a blanket and pillow. The biker chick stepped away but returned with a tall glass of ice water for her. For the next two hours, Xochi dozed on and off, not bothered by anyone.

That is until someone pounded on the door just before 6:00 am. Some of the bikers roused to the ruckus, and to Xochi’s utter shock, it was Lewis.

“He practically barged his way into their house, with no fear whatsoever,” she said. “In fact,” she continued, “he was so authoritative, the bikers themselves stepped back!”

Xochi went on to say that there was an obvious relief in Lewis’ eyes, when he noticed Xochi was safe.

“They didn’t touch me,” she had said to Lewis to diffuse the tension or circumvent any violence before it got started. By now, a half dozen of the bikers had congregated in the living room and were creating a semi-circle around Lewis.

“Are you sure?” Lewis questioned her.

“Positive, Sir. They weren’t the ones at the bar feeding us drinks. If anything, they got me out of there.”

Xochi told me that the most intense moment was when one of the gang leaders looked at Lewis and said, “Who the fuck are you?”

“Her boyfriend,” replied Lewis defiantly. He lied of course, but it explained his reason for coming to her rescue.

Thankfully, the stand-off was quickly diffused. The bikers admired Lewis’ loyalty and bravado. Upon hearing the previous night’s events, Lewis realized these were actually the good guys. When the two stumbled outside, the sun was only just beginning to rise. In the car they immediately texted us, knowing we’d be worried sick.

Xochi and I hugged again. “You do realize how lucky you are to have Lewis in your life, right?”

“I know,” I said.

We talked for a while longer and then Xochi took a nap, this time on our couch. Lewis was able to conduct most of his business by conference call that afternoon. His colleagues weren’t exactly thrilled that he missed the business trip, but everyone made due. I was so proud of him; I wanted to do everything in my power to make his day great. Finally, when his phone calls were over, I got to ask my husband for his side of the story. We talked quietly, so as not to wake Xochi.