Lauren, Bo, and all other Lost Girl characters belong to the incredible people over at Prodigy Pictures. I just borrowed them for a bit.
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Bo hasn't had sex in a year. Well, eleven and a half months, but who's counting? The breakup with her ex was incredibly messy, and she just hasn't been able to put herself back out there yet. It will happen when the time is right. She's not that worried about finding a girlfriend.
Tamsin, Bo's best friend, is the one that's worried. She knows that Bo is sexually frustrated. She's tried to set her up on blind dates, but that is not Bo's cup of tea. She's tried to make conversation with girls at bars, but Bo never even gets their number. Tamsin is starting to worry that Bo is broken. There's got to be something that will jump start Bo's sex drive again.
"Tamsin, I do not want to go to the strip club. A bunch of young girls parading around naked... It's just not my thing." Bo was walking in circles around her apartment. When Tamsin told her where they were going, Bo had stopped getting ready and stared at her. She wasn't going to a strip club. Besides, she might run into people she knows. That would just be too much for her. "Sorry Tam. I know you want to get me out there, but can we just go to the bar or something instead?"
Shaking her head, Tamsin let out a laugh. "It's not just a strip club. I've heard some really intriguing things about it. It honestly sounds like it'd be a really interesting night. Just give it a shot." She wasn't going to tell Bo what she actually knew about the place. There was no way in hell that she would ever get her inside. "Plus, it's a forty five minute drive to get there. So you probably won't know anyone there at all..."
Bo let out a deep breath and caved to the pressure."Ok, fine. We can go check it out." Tamsin jumped to her feet and grabbed her keys before Bo could change her mind. "Sweet! Let's go!" They were out the door as soon as Bo had her shoes on.
Forty five minutes later, Tamsin parked the truck in front of a dark building lit with a neon sign. "House of Pain?" Bo looked at the blonde skeptically. "You brought me somewhere called House of Pain?" Tamsin laughed lightly. "Uhm, yeah. I did. Just keep an open mind. You need this. Let's go." She stepped out of the truck and took two steps toward the door. Turning around, she saw Bo shut the door and step slowly toward the club. This could be a long night.
Stepping into the building was like entering a whole new world. The lighting was dimmed with sofas and comfy chairs placed sporadically. Behind the bar, the colorful bottles of liquor were backlit to create a beautiful display. Three steps into the club, Bo saw the first woman walking around confidently. Was she a waitress? A dancer? Tamsin took in the woman's wardrobe choice and licked her lips. Tonight was going to be fun.
Bo wasn't having exactly those same thoughts. As the pair made their way to the bar to get drinks, she kept looking around and taking in the scenery. To her right, she noticed a raven haired beauty chatting up a customer. She looked intimidating, to say the least. The woman had on skintight leather pants, a tightly laced corset, and boots that made her legs look amazing. Bo wasn't broken. She could totally appreciate that the woman was hot. Tamsin definitely noticed Bo's change in body language. Maybe this wasn't going to go as badly as she thought.
"Have you ladies been here before? I don't remember seeing your beautiful faces in the club." The bartender had made his way back to their end of the bar. Tamsin wasn't interested in his attention. Never one to sugarcoat her feelings, she replied quickly. "Uhm... Sorry. Not interested. We're here for something else." She turned back to Bo and rolled her eyes as if to see if Bo was as annoyed as she was. Behind her, the bartender laughed. "I'm perfectly aware what you're here for, Miss. I was just going to ask if you wanted to see a menu." He slid a small black book across the bar to the pair.
Bo was confused by the entire exchange. They already had drinks. What did they need a menu for? This guy was being weird. Tamsin accepted the book with a nod and started walking toward one of the sofas in the corner. She and Bo sat side by side with the book on the table. Turning toward to her best friend, Tamsin knew she needed to come clean. "So, I have a confession to make. This isn't a strip club." Bo laughed softly. "I figured that much out. I don't think that woman can keep dancing while she takes off leather pants. Where did you bring me Tam?" She looked incredibly nervous.
Tamsin took a deep breath. "It's kind of a dungeon. That woman over there is a dominatrix." Bo shot up from the couch. "WHAT?!" Tamsin grabbed her hand and hissed at her. "Sit down! Do you want to draw attention to us?!" Bo was livid. "Why would you bring me here? You know my situation. I'm not ready to date. I don't want to get out there. I just..." The blonde raised her hands in defeat. "I know. I get it. I'm not trying to find you a girlfriend here, Bo. I'm trying to get you laid. That's all there is to it. Call it a back to school gift. I just want you to have a night of fun. You need to loosen up, just relax for a bit. If you open your mind to this, it could be fun. If you still don't want to do it, I'm not going to make you do anything. Promise." She flipped open the book and saw a beautiful redhead staring back at her. "Doesn't this look fun, Bo? This girl is going to rock my world tonight. At least just take a look at the book." She handed it to the brunette and held her breath, waiting for her reaction.
Bo's head was reeling. She was so pissed off at Tamsin for coming here without telling her. On the other hand, it could be fun. Maybe she needed a one night thing. It could be a fun adventure. She flipped through the book, looking at pictures and reading bios. Her eyes landed on a blonde woman with the most beautiful amber eyes. Mistress Jordan, according to the book. Bo was turned on by just the woman's picture. She took a gulp of her drink and looked at Tamsin. "Fuck it. Let's do it." Tamsin finished her drink and jumped to her feet. "Be right back!"
After signing a waiver promising not to sue the facility or the girls (what the hell was she getting into?), Bo was escorted to a room unlike any she had ever seen. There was a bed in the middle with cuffs at each corner. There were a variety of items hanging on the wall to the left. Bo gulped as she realized what several of them were used for. The women had been given a list of rules when they signed the waivers. They were not allowed to touch the Mistress. There was to be no self pleasure unless the Mistress gave explicit permission. Bo was thinking about changing her mind when the door opened. She took a step back, bumped into the edge of the bed, and fell backward on top of it.
The woman that walked through the door was the sexiest woman Bo had ever seen. She wore a tight black corset that flared down to a skirt with white lace along the edge. Her stiletto boots stopped mid calf with black tights extending up to garters at her thighs. She wore a black choker around her neck and lacy gloves that extended to her elbows. The ensemble was completed by the smoky eyeshadow she wore. She had an air of confidence that made Bo gulp. The woman was simply stunning.
"Bo, I presume?" She closed the door and locked it, the sound pulling Bo out of her state of shock. "Yes, I... uhm... I'm Bo. Nice to meet you." Mistress Jordan stood just inside the door and sized up her newest client. It was relatively clear that it was her first time in the dungeon. "Here's the deal. Your friend out there said that you are sexually frustrated." She watched as Bo's head dropped in embarrassment. "I'm not going to have sex with you. That's not what I do. I can inflict some pain on your body. It may bring you some relief for your frustration, but it may not. If you want to stop at any time, you can say the safe word and I will stop immediately. Are you comfortable with that arrangement?" Bo decided she was going to go for it. She never did anything this adventurous. Maybe it's just what she needs. "Yes, I am. What's the safe word?" Mistress Jordan smiled and reached to her wall to pick up a riding crop. "Apples."
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In the next hour, Bo experienced many things that she hadn't planned on ever experiencing. Her hands were tied to a chain hanging from the ceiling. She was whipped on her back, sides, and ass. She had her nipples clamped, her hair pulled, and it turned out she loved every second of it. Bo couldn't think of a time that she had ever been as turned on as she was tonight. There was no hiding it as she felt her arousal dripping down her leg. If she had any modesty left, she might be embarrassed, but she didn't even care at this point. She would have given anything in the world to sleep with the gorgeous blonde who was inflicting all this pain, but that wasn't part of the deal. She knew that.
Just as the ache was becoming unbearable, Mistress Jordan stopped her ministrations. She picked up the riding crop and walked back around to stand behind Bo. She moved Bo so that she was bent forward on all fours. The brunette knew better than to ask what was happening. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe.
The first tap of the riding crop on her clit sent a shock wave through her entire system. She cried out before she could even try to stop herself. Mistress Jordan leaned down and spoke sharply into her ear. "Didn't I tell you to be quiet? I was going to offer you a little bit of relief, but I can't do that if you're going to ignore my rules." She followed the statement up with another strike to her center, and Bo was careful to not make any noise. "I'm sorry Mistress. I will be quiet. Please..."
The blonde resumed her place behind Bo, taking in the image before her. The woman was stunning, even more so spread open and glistening before her. This was going to be very enjoyable for the dominatrix. Being careful to place her strikes in just the right place, she started tapping on Bo's center with the crop. After she made contact the first couple of times, she noticed that Bo's legs were twitching. It was very clear that the woman was going to come soon. Jordan was kind of surprised that the brunette had been able to remain quiet. She looked up into the mirror on the wall in front of the bed. The look on Bo's face was one of pure ecstasy. She had her eyes squeezed shut and was biting her lip to remain quiet. With two more strikes to her clit, Jordan watched as Bo's head dropped forward and she shook from the force of the orgasm.
Walking away from the bed, Jordan put the riding crop on the desk to be cleaned after their session. She took a moment to ponder why she had allowed Bo to reach her climax. That was not something she normally did for her clients. They generally took a few extra minutes to get dressed and leave the room. Something about Bo just made her want to finish things. She shook her head to try and rid it of these thoughts and turned around toward the brunette still quivering on the bed.
"That's all our time for today. If everything was to your satisfaction, maybe I'll see you back some time." She reached down to untie Bo's hands. Why was she acting so weird? She was supposed to be the authority figure! "You have a few minutes to take care of anything you need to take care of, get dressed, and then head out this door. That hallway will take you back to the lobby." Bo had learned her lesson early on in the evening and replied, "Yes, Mistress." Jordan took one more look at the beautiful woman before her and then turned toward the door. "Have a good evening, Bo." She shut the door behind her and leaned back against it. She was feeling so many things right now, and none of them were helpful to her. She took a deep breath and walked down the hallway to her dressing room.
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Bo got dressed and headed out to the lobby to meet Tamsin. She really hadn't wanted to come here tonight, but it had turned out to be a very interesting experience. Although it wasn't something she was going to tell her friend, Bo had already decided to come back and see Mistress Jordan again. She deserved to have a little fun this summer, just like everyone else.
Tamsin, however, looked like she might have gotten in over her head. She walked awkwardly back to the car with Bo, one hand holding her back. "So... That was... Fun..." She looked at the brunette who had a small smile on her face. Tamsin was pretty sure she was never returning to the House of Pain. Ever.
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Walking toward the front door, the blonde heard a familiar voice. "Lauren! Hey!" She turned around and walked quickly over to the woman at the table near the door. "Didn't I ask you not to come here? I told you I don't like people to visit me at work. And don't call me Lauren here. It's Jordan, remember?" The anger in her face was evident, and the woman in front of her had definitely gotten the point. "I'm sorry, babe. I just thought we could grab dinner when you got off work. I thought I would surprise you. I didn't know you would be this upset." She rose from the chair and grabbed her purse. "I'll just see you tomorrow or something."
Lauren squeezed her eyes closed. It wasn't Nadia's fault she had so much on her mind. "No, I'm sorry. Let's go have dinner." She placed a kiss on the woman's temple. Nadia grabbed her hand as they walked to the door. "How was the crowd tonight? Did you make lots of tips on your tables?" She didn't see the flash in Lauren's eyes as they made their way through the parking lot. "Uhm, yeah. It was super busy." Her thoughts went back to the brunette who had been her last client. She closed her eyes briefly to clear her head and then looked up at her girlfriend. "Where would you like to eat?"
