Fear and Loathing
After a nasty break up, Emma stumbles by accident into a BDSM club where she seeks to forget with pleasure. Regina, the owner of the club, is more than happy to help her.
Prologue
Killian can go fuck himself, Emma thinks savagely as she stomps down the darkened streets. He can go jump off a bridge for all she cares, especially after she caught him in bed with another woman. She had been so overcome, she had grabbed the nearest thing next to her, which happened to be his lamp, and tossed it right at his stupid head before she had rushed out, too upset to stay.
And now, here she was in the bitter cold, hurting and looking to hurt. How she would have loved to punch his face in. How dare he cheat on her after all the shit she's done for him. How dare he! He really is the lowest of the low. She grinds her teeth together.
She needs a drink. Needs something to take her mind off of this. She hasn't drank in months and she knows she's regressing but she can't fucking care right now. Not when she feels so betrayed and so dumb.
And she knew who that girl was. Tink. The girl he had told her not to be worried about when she had every right to be worried.
Fuck. She was so upset right now.
Luckily she could see a club coming up. She was cold so she needed to stop there. Maybe get a drink. Maybe calm down.
Or even better. Fuck someone to spite him. Yes, that's what she would do. She didn't even care who she found, she'd sleep with them if only to get back at him. The bouncer carded her as she came up, before ushering her in. The music inside the club was weird. Emma had never heard anything like it. For one, it was almost all in German and it was like EDM but grittier.
And she could see, that she wasn't the usual fare for the customer type here. Almost all of them wore black or leather in some form and a few even had spiked material adorning their body. Emma passed by a guy with chains trailing out of his nose and a Mohawk that added a foot to his thin frame.
In her sweater and jeans combo, and with her blonde hair, she really stand out. Still, she pushed her way to the bar through the dancing bodies and ordered herself the strongest drink on the menu.
The bar tender gave her a judgmental look over but said nothing as he went to make the drink. Emma tapped her fingers on the bar top. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea- just coming into any random club. She didn't think she'd find anyone to sleep with here. She'd take her drink and leave after she drank it.
The drink arrived and she picked it up and walked around. It was a pretty big place which it didn't look like from the outside. The outside was an old brick low rise and when going down some metal stairs that creaked and groaned like they would fall any second, one entered a warehouse height room. The dance floor was here and strobe lights played ad nasuem as the DJ in the corner span his disks.
Emma quickly chugged down her drink, tossing out the plastic cup it had come in. She'd better use the bathroom before she left. But where even was it? Scanning wildly, she saw that a group of girls was heading somewhere, and knowing girls traveled in groups to the bathroom, Emma went after them. She followed these three girls going down a second pair of stairs, a staircase that was more well hidden.
The music down here was different. Quieter. The halls seemed to muffle the sounds more. And there were many rooms off to the sides, each with a slit on the wall that anyone could look into. What was all this? Emma lost track of the three girls as they took a turn somewhere and disappeared. Emma peered in through the glass and her jaw dropped as she saw what was happening inside.
A man and a woman were on a bed there. The man having handcuffed the woman and kneeling naked over her equally naked form. He had a long stick in one hand and was trailing it down her body. He was saying something to her but the light was too dim inside the room and Emma couldn't make out what he was saying. But whatever he was, the woman shook her head no to it and was rewarded with such a sharp flick of the stick that it startled Emma even if she couldn't hear the sharp slap it must have made. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
Oh, this was a sex club. A kinky sex club at the looks of those leather outfits and those whips hanging off the walls.
Emma hadn't expected that, but it surely would make things a lot easier to find someone to sleep with. She even had a room here if she wanted one. So, did she dare to try and find someone to revenge herself with on Killian?
"Interested?" a sultry voice asked behind her and Emma turned, guilty and red faced at being caught staring at people having sex.
Having silently arrived, a woman stood behind Emma, dressed in all black and almost melting into the dark shades of the hallway. What Emma could make of her was that she was gorgeous, shadows casting over high cheekbones and red lips that were twisted up deviously.
"Uh, I just-" Emma awkwardly fumbled with her words. The woman laughed at this.
"You are adorable," she murmured and the way she said this, paired with the way her eyes did a sweep of Emma's figure, lit something inside Emma's stomach. It must be the alcohol, Emma thought of the unexpected burn. "Is this your first time here?"
Emma nodded her head, for some reason unable to speak properly in front of this gorgeous woman. There was just this intimidating air about her. "Welcome to Fear and Loathing. A night club for those with special interests."
"A sex club, you mean," Emma couldn't help from correcting, finding her tongue coming back and only to make such inane points.
The woman arched a brow slowly. "No, a BDSM club."
That explained the whips and chains Emma had seen lining the room that couple had been in.
"Are you interested in getting a room?" the mysterious woman asked.
Emma shook her head quickly, her curls bouncing. "No, I mean- I don't know. I left my house looking to sleep with someone because I wanted to get back at my ex but I don't know if I'm into BDSM- at least I don't think I am, so-" Emma is blabbering and she cuts herself off. She can't help though, this woman makes her nervous and she doesn't know why.
"There's only one way to find out if you're into something like that. And it's to try it. I can help set you up, if you'd like. You don't have to commit to anything, but just see if you'd like it."
Emma doesn't know who this woman is, but fuck it. Emma's too hurt by Killian tonight. Maybe she should go with this woman and see what the deal is with BDSM. Emma doesn't know much about it, except that it involves pain and pleasure in equal measure.
"Alright," Emma says with little conviction.
The woman beams. "That's what I like to hear," she says and leads the way down the hall. There are so many twists and turns and everything is so dark here that Emma doesn't know if she'll be able to find her way back up.
They eventually get to another pair of stairs, this one leading up partially. And at the end is a room. The woman opens it, Emma drawn to the way the woman's shoulder blades flex under the dark material of her shirt before she tears her eyes away, confused by her own gandering.
The room is an office. And it smells nice inside. Like incense though Emma spots none lit. It's bright in here, making Emma blink in the harshness of the light. It's also neat here and the woman sits behind her desk, taking out some pamphlets. It's at this moment that Emma realizes, maybe this woman isn't just another customer here.
"Do you...like work here?" Emma asks and winces at how lame this sounds.
The woman looks amused at this. "I do. I own this club in fact."
"Oh." Emma feels truly dumb now.
The woman hands over the pamphlets to Emma. "Here is information on what BDSM is, what it entails, all the rules of conduct of it, and the rules that follow in my club."
"Um...thank you..."
"Regina. My name is Regina," Regina states and out of the shadows, in the full light, she looks even more stunning. Emma has to avert her eyes.
"I'm Emma."
"Nice to meet you Em-ma," Regina says, somehow rolling Emma's name on her tongue like it was a sweet. It makes Emma's stomach explode. "I hope to see you around."
"Right. Thank you." Emma nods her head and leaves the office. It takes her about half an hour to find the way back up and exit the club and by the time she's walking home, she realizes she hadn't used the bathroom, nor did she enact her plan of revenge against Killian. But she's no longer angry. Instead, she's a mix of new emotions that almost leave her giddy and she can't explain why exactly.
Emma gets home at half past three, having not found anyone to fuck. Instead she comes home with a bunch of paper, a new possible interest, and butterflies in her stomach from Regina saying her name, that won't go away.
A/N: A new BDSM fic. I wanted to try a story where it's not as clearly defined who the top or the bottom is which is going to lead to some fun ;) Let me know what ya think.