They followed Beca past their coats that she'd previously hung for them, through the kitchen where Chloe had made the teas, and up a thin flight of stairs that turned back on itself. Walking the length of the corridor past four more doors to the end, where frosted glass opened to reveal a spacious office; complete with desk, shelves, a coffee table and three small sofas arranged around it, and another kitchenette to the right wall… Chloe was impressed and only slightly concerned over how many kettles one person needs in a single building, but she liked the comfort of hot drinks they afforded so decided not to comment, or more accurately: not to mock.

Beca placed the box down and moved to boil the kettle and reach for more cups - Chloe chewed and rolled her lips together, choosing to tuck her bag along with Jessica's on the corner of the nearest unit, all the while trying to swallow the chuckle that pulled at her lips and persistently knocked at the base of her teeth, fighting for escape.

"The first door back out to the left is another wash room, please make yourselves at home." She busied herself in the kitchenette to give Jessica and Chloe a moment to try and get comfy as they stepped more prominently into her space.

"Wow, is this your library?" Chloe walked slowly in front of the bookshelves, her head tilted to scan the spines. She turned when she heard a small chuckle.

So inquisitive. "That's just my business collection, you know, copies of what I sell should anyone have a question that directly refers to a section. There's a couple that I have the full set of revised editions and volumes that I should sell, but I like to keep it simple and only offer one at a time, usually the original - then as I get to know the customer I can tailor the offering."

"You sell all these?" Jessica sidled up to Chloe, equally fascinated.

"I do. But please don't quiz me, my brain isn't in book mode and I sell over 500 spines." She paused and pointed to yet another door neatly tucked by the end window. "That's my private study."

"Could I?" Chloe's eyes lighting up with a sense of childlike joy and promise.

All of a sudden Beca was unwilling to refuse her, the thought to do so never quite fully manifesting inside her star-struck mind. Instead, all she could do for an fistful of dreadfully long seconds was nod like the silly car-heads. "P- please do, I meant it when I said make yourselves at home."

They all moved to the bright corner, Beca leaned forward and grasped the handle, throwing the door in a little too forcefully from her momentary stuttering embarrassments, then stepping back to allow entry. She again found herself studying the redheads face to read her emotions as she watched her take the first hesitant step, then a second, before Chloe turned slowly on the spot, seemingly in awe as she looked at how nearly 2000 books had been crammed neatly into every available bit of wall space.

"Never enough room for books it seems, and not enough time to indulge in them all that often either." Beca new what she'd find at every shelf if she were to look more closely, what was the saying: A place for everything, and everything in its place, the control in her made sure she knew where things belonged, and that they remained there. She smiled to herself from the comfort of knowing she had a system that worked.

She wasn't prepared though for that same control to stand up and v-poke her in the eyes with how Chloe looked like she undeniably belonged there too. Her body buzzed with the surety of it, rooting her with a need to keep Chloe as close as her skin.

Chloe's smile held a reverence reserved for a religious wonder or an orgasm, and Beca was suddenly fighting the urge to take her and break her till all she could do was cry out her name… The strength she had to restrain herself with was momentarily shocking.

The images flashed in her mind, somehow certain that Chloe's orgasm stricken features would indeed be pretty darn close to a real life religious wonder - regardless of her attempts to reign herself in, she knew that somewhere deep down she'd just cemented a need so deep it could pull her to the riverbed: the comfortable weight of wanting to worship Chloe stretched it's limbs within her veins and tickled her blood as it whispered through her, threatening not to leave… Her eyebrow quirked, and as she felt herself take an uncontrolled step closer to the woman she froze, fighting back the strength of her impulses toward Chloe… Oh Shit. She was really going to have to watch herself. Clearing her throat - and her mind - she offered hot drinks at the sound of the kettle coming to boil behind her.

With two coffees and a tea made, Beca kicked off her shoes, feet folding under herself as she relaxed into the sofa. "Okay, so we're gonna have to talk about it eventually, but did you want to start anything off Jessica? Maybe tell us how you came to be out looking for these kind of shops?" Again Beca was friendly, she could own the conversation and rush through it, but instead she tried to take the time to go slow; to make sure she wasn't pushing either of them.

Chloe, for her part, simply snuggled down on her own sofa, mirroring Beca's lack of shoes and folded pose as she sipped from her mug. She winked to her friend encouragingly and simply waited for Jessica to recount her journey so far.

She smiled back, then opened up. "Well, I'm new, clearly… but my boyfriend asked me to get some things for the bedroom: for us, I guess. He gave me the list and addresses, saying that the stores were in the area. So we loaded up the Sat-Nav and set to it. The first store was kind of just a tester for us - we had no idea what to expect - but it seemed too, I don't know, male orientated?" She quirked an eyebrow to Chloe who gave a small nod of agreement in return.

"When we pulled up to the second one, we couldn't even go in." She chuckled as Chloe's features cringed with her own - even the outside had looked seedy somehow. "It wasn't like this, so off putting and… well we didn't even try it. We did a quick google search for some different places 'off-list' and your friend's address was the closest, so we tried there - actually making it through the door but it was like a furniture workshop or something, all these different stools and chairs and, I want to say, canes? Anyway, we got talking to the woman and she told us to come to you, and here we are."

Beca nodded, then pointed to the box. "And this list, how did you agree it?"

"We were just on one of our dinner dates and went back to mine, had a few drinks and started talking about fantasies; flirt talk, you know? Nothing out of the norm for us." She smiled coyly at her own admittance. "He stayed the night, left the list on the table and sent me a saucy text to wake up to telling me about it. I called Chloe for breakfast and we did all the girl talk about trying new stuff, googled some basic things, then set off shopping hoping to find - I don't know - a starter pack, or kit or something?"

Beca sat forward and put her coffee down on the floor, sighing gently. "Okay, usually these things should be discussed - not directed, but if you're sure you want to explore all of this, the list, for yourself I mean and not just for him…" Her question trailed off as she took in how the women looked to each other.

They shared a smile, Beca's question was very similar to what Chloe had been asking Jessica this morning so she knew her answer. "Yeah, I mean, I'm happy to give most things a go; can't really say I don't like something without trying it first."

"Well, if you're happy then I'll talk you through it all. I actually quite like how he's given you the free reign to choose what you might want, rather than a strict list, but it also makes it a little bit harder for me you know? I've tried to start small and shall we say 'entry level', but I need you to speak up and not just accept whatever is in here, okay?" She finished her coffee and cleared the table, not really needing to wait for a response - after all, it wasn't actually a question; her dominant nature making it rhetorical at most. returning her mug to the kitchenette and pulled out bottles of water for everyone and placing them on the table, before scooting up to the box. "Want me just to empty it all out or start small?"

Jessica's laugh was short, but free and beautiful all the same. "Maybe start small, foreplay right?"

Chloe coughed out her tea suddenly. She croaked out a sorry, but eagerly sat forward despite herself. Beca threw her a flirty wink, she really couldn't help herself.

She could however, help to try and make today as gentle as she knew how and, having had numerous vanillas referred to her in the past, she was pretty confident that most women either found masturbatory aides or entry-level bondage a comfortable place to start. Recalling how she'd watched the women give the vibrators only a cursory glance at best when they'd first walked in, she decided to go with 'kit items' as Jessica had called them.

"Okay kids, we've seen the wax and I think it's a winner." She delved into the box, "Let's compliment that with a blindfold or gag. Now, not everyone will agree with me - and we don't have the time to run through how I came about all of my beliefs today - but I do believe everything in the bedroom - and BDSM - is a play on stimulation; from pleasure to pain and anywhere in between, at least one way or the other, right; even penetration… from a teasing finger to so full I can't walk - It's all based on sensation levels. Wax, cupping, ice and even fire, are temperature play… water, glass, candles… are some of those tools. These are types of deprivation that heighten other feelings as something fundamental is removed. I think even the most mundane act of turning off the lights is a part of that spectrum, we're just going up the lift a bit? Though I do think you should avoid the gags for now… You can always try them later."

They nodded along with her explanations while she handed out a few sets to each. "Chloe I know your just support, but I figured you'd like to hold things too. Pass them about, see what material you like against your eyelids." Jessica moved to sit with Chloe and they eagerly discussed the lace, fur and leather options for the blindfolds. "Check the elastic and fastenings, are they comfy on your scalp? Now Jessica, I've tried to be fair to you and honour the list, but you should also know that everything comes in a world of varieties, and whilst I know you're keen, I've tried to select 'single-purpose' items…. Silk blindfold lengths for instance could be used as gags or restraints… I've tried to leave those modifiers out because I get the impression your partner is trying to get you to run before you can walk, but I'm willing to show you anything if you think I'm wrong, or you actually want to?"

Chloe quirked an eyebrow to Jessica, "not just me then. But it's your sex life too… Want to take a short sprint?" She rocked to the side and nudged her friend as they giggled openly for a few seconds.

"Nope, I appreciate the slow caution thank you." She touched the lace again. "And I like this one." Handing it back to Beca with an eyebrow twitch.

"And the gag? We can spend a bit of time making sure it fits to your jaw and teeth, but I'd really rather you waited: Not being able to say yes, no, or stop - or anything else - takes an immense amount of trust: There's this non-verbal validation that you need to be certain your partner will be vigilant enough to constantly look for… Not to mention how you'll probably have to be comfortable with excessive salivation." It was a statement, but her inflection raised her words to a question.

Jessica shook her head. "Yeah, maybe we'll just stick to oral if he wants to shut me up." It wasn't clear to Beca if the 'no' was for the dribbling or an assessment of trust, but at least she'd chosen to wait - for whichever reason - so she decided not to push the topic further.

"Good thinking." Beca took back the items and made of point of discarding the gags into another box tucked to the other side of her sofa. "Moving on then: roleplay is on here and that's pretty vague. If we take a step back and consider what that could even entail - which broadly, is any kind of adopting a persona, emulating a quality to best please your partner, to more full character representation… I'd say the extreme end for those just starting out would be prescribed re-enactments where any slip earns a harsh punishment, but with the time of course to research and learn, perhaps you might find comfort in everything being detailed in advance?" Other than wide eyes holding up frowns Beca didn't get much of a response, she carried on much like earlier; not wanting to dwell on a potential form of embarrassment for the women.

"That's just my opinion when considering beginners though, there's a larger consensus of extremes, and the air-quoted taboos too, that long-practised members tend to agree on: concentration camping and interrogations, faecal play, certain age and rape scenes during roleplay, that sort of thing. Just remember, extreme isn't bad, it's often just close to a hard limit is all - and our limits change drastically from person to person… even our erogenous zones vary, so why not everything else too, you know?" She waited while the women glanced and smiled at each other, perhaps they've already discussed as friends how different their bodies and minds are. Good.

"But I think there's a few easy ways to go: you can do the standard sexy nurse or maids that most adults are at least aware of, the fictional character based stuff like Lady Croft needs help, or take back a bit of power as a police officer… they're all quite uncomplicated roles to play and explore and I think it's easy for most of us to know what to expect in each, so here are those outfits; be careful though, you might not want to be a disarmed officer and him have the truncheon." Again Beca handed out the items and materials. "Now Croft is more of a lycra feel and will take some undressing if you're looking to pair roleplay with penetrative sex, whereas the maid is easy access but the lace might be too coarse; again all things to consider… run the seems back and forth over your wrists, chances are if it's irritating there it'll be irritating to your cheeks or thighs too. Of course we can look at more demanding roles, but with each added complexity you may find it more problematic to start with."

"Ooo, I quite like that actually… reassuringly tight." Beca cocked her head, imagining what else this redheaded wonder might 'quite like', and how Beca would get her there. Shit me, I'm gonna have a problem with this one.

"I'm totally thinking the maid, I just want to say 'let me clean that for you' before I suck him off!" Jessica clasped her hand over her mouth and flashed beetroot, while Beca spun her gaze around - glad for the distraction from the loop her mind was pulling her through. "Oh Beca I'm sorry, that was so crass!"

Chloe's eyes bugged out and all Beca could do was laugh, hard and loud. "It's fine, honestly," she stage-whispered next, "I do work in a sex shop…" Her smile was genuine as she drank more coffee. "He should be guiding you to what his preferences are, just as I'm sure you have you own too, but I don't think there's any harm in going slow and starting small - even if it's not to either liking, it'll give you the chance to experience stepping into a role and to explore how you feel about that. So, maid then?"

Chloe nudged her sideways again to get an answer. "Yes, the maid please."

"There's a full length mirror in the bathroom so you can see what they're like on… First left - Oh! Here!" She raised a paper bag to each of them, an assortment of stockings, suspenders, teddies, bralettes and negligees could be found in each. "I guessed sizes, but I'm usually not too far off, they'll give you an idea at the very least." She smiled as she watched the confused then grateful expressions move over Chloe's face, a hesitant hand slowly rising to reach for the bag, unsure but constant in its slow advances.

"What, me too?" Chloe couldn't deny she was excited, but still, she was only tagging along.

Beca smiled, an eye roll dragging the quirk of her lips about with it. "Well, you can sit here with a book if you'd prefer…" It was a chuckle, playful, tone bored and nonchalant, while her eyes glittered with an undercurrent of mischief and a massive helping of charm that should have bowled Chloe over… but to her it all felt more like a dare - one that Chloe accepted. Game on Beca, game on.

After almost thirty minutes of typing up her sale item notes and yet more emailing, Beca nearly went on the search but the sudden ringing of her phone kept her at the desk. "Spectrum Designs."

"Only me - seriously, caller ID!"

"What's up Legs?" Beca swung back in her chair, absently twisting the chord through her fingers again.

"Heard something interesting while I was raiding your fridge…" She trailed off, hoping Beca would bite - she didn't. "You know, how sometimes the sound travels from the bathroom - that's currently got a perfect redhead in it who fully intends to knock your pants clean off you with what she's trying on…" Her tone was dry, but Beca could hear the smile through the phone.

Beca croaked out a sound that was nowhere near a word, eyes wide, her hand as limp as her jaw. "She's there isn't she?! I hear footsteps! Mitchell!?" Chloe was coming through the doorway, not looking up from the intricate belt as she stepped diagonally up to Beca.

"Thanks legs, I mean, Legs - bye." She hung up not quite able to shift her gaze from Chloe's hands, and frankly, not quite able to focus on her fingers with the shorts pressing into a perfect amount of thigh on show. With each step she took Beca pushed herself further into her chair, never blinking.

"Beca? How do the guns stay in… I can't work it out and I don't want to break anything?" Still she moved closer almost between Beca's thighs, stopping short just before, "Is there a button or something?" She looked up then, dropping the holder and shrugging her shoulders. "Neither of us can work it out…" She tipped her head to the side - pleased to see the dilated pupils, the open mouth, how Beca's grip on her chair turned her knuckles white. She was very pleased. "Beca?"

"Huh?!" She snapped her head up then, the chair bouncing her upright as she flinched - chest height. Dear God. "Lovely." She could only swallow. "You look, lovely." Beca closed her eyes but didn't have the strength to keep them shut - Chloe was too enticing.

"Hush now, I'm not finished…" She waved an H&K dismissively. "What do I do with these - they don't stay up?" She held the costume Lady Croft guns out to her.

Beca, looking back down at the legs and skin in front of her, couldn't help but smile, oh so lovely. She panted lightly through her mouth, not risking a deep breath in through her nose… If she caught any scent of arousal from Chloe right now she wouldn't be able to stop herself. She's playing you like a cheap fiddle: Move it Mitchell!

Kicking her feet she rolled herself away, finally taking in a full breath. "They clip…" she got up and reached forward, she dragged her eyes up and over Chloe's hips, appreciating the tight shorts and how they hugged her skin. The belt and thigh straps were tight, arousingly tight, but the holster slings were a little slack. Cute in its innocence, but disappointingly loose, especially noting how Chloe had fastened the rest oh so form-fittingly well. Placing a foot forward she brought her palm to one hip, dipped her head and rolled her shoulders under the guns - forcing Chloe to draw her hands in close to her bust as the other foot and palm echoed out the same movements. "But these should sit snug to your skin for the holsters to fit, you need to tighten and reclip the straps like this…"

Beca un-popped the top push buttons to either sling with a skill and speed that made Chloe hold her breath, but it was quickly dragged from her as Beca pulled up sharply and looped the buttons back down a further two holes. Pressing them tight together, she took a lingering second to feel Chloe's body tremble infinitesimally before ghosting her fingers out and rotating the holsters one hundred and eighty degrees to align over the top push button that was now looped over and facing out - pausing, she finally looked Chloe in the eyes - then pushed hard: the loud clicking masking the quick inhale but not the gasp. She pinched her tongue between her teeth as she watched Chloe's eyes darken, not sure if she wanted to keep looking, or lean her against the shelves till she threw her head back. Taking her hands in her own, Beca pushed her knuckles down over Chloe's ribs with enough weight they rocked from bone to bone, bouncing out a quivering breath each time. Lower still, she easily guided the guns into each holder without even blinking. She took the half a step to fill the space where Chloe's arms had been folded against herself, daring her to fight her with an energy that rooted Chloe to the spot. With a perfectly timed wink she pushed the muzzles over raised magnets and in a heartbeat she was gone.

She moved to the fridge then leaned against the counter, dipping the tip of her tongue into the bottle before taking a small sip - savouring the dry mouth sensation she wasn't used to getting. "Each holster has a discrete button to release the clips… If ever you find yourself needing to twist the angle slightly. Water?" She quirked an eyebrow and angled the bottle forward an inch in smug offering.

"I - What - No - Thanks." Panting, and utterly aroused Chloe struggled to pull herself together.

Jessica took that as her cue and made her appearance. She really did look amazing as a maid, but Beca had her crotch set on the redhead, practically making her claim already. She smiled to herself as she watched Chloe bounce on the spot with joy.

"Oh my god, Jess! You look fantastic!" She all but skipped over to her, "Do you feel good? Think he'll like it?! Wait, say your line again!"

"Chloe, no! Get your head off my boyfriend's cock and stop being a perv - Sorry Beca, she's incorrigible."

"Hey, I'm a free spirit!"

"You're something." Jessica's eye-roll said it all, but Beca still needed a second to fully recover, sipping at her water trying to douse the flames inside. "Come on you, let's get changed… Oh hey, you fixed the guns?!"

"Check this out," and all too easily Chloe found the latches and swivelled the holsters free from their clips, Beca nearly applauded her for the previous act but settled for a raised eyebrow - high. "In case they dig in!" She beamed at Beca, making the silent statement that she'd known all along, and although Beca had indulged and rendered her beyond aroused all too easily - it was clear that ultimately Chloe had won that round.

They disappeared then, leaving Beca to pull herself back under control, this redhead is putting me through it, and her emotions seem hell bent on doubling the urges. She knew she'd have to work hard to burn off this tension before the day was out, especially if she was going to the club tonight.

Aubrey really did owe her after this.