The blaring alarm woke Misty with a start. She groaned as she lazily searched for her phone. Once she had grabbed the device, she pressed snooze, just for a few more minutes of precious sleep.

Those few precious moments of sleep were ruined when her bedroom door opened. In walked her roommate, Mallory, and two of their cats. "Mist, get up. You're going to be late again." She said.

Misty let out a groan as she pulled the blanket over her head. "Five… five more minutes, please."

"How late did you stay out?" the younger blonde asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Not that late… but I drank two old fashions and a shot of vodka." Misty said before sitting up with a sigh.

"Where did you go?" Mallory asked, raising a brow when she saw the thin, black dress on the floor.

"Uh, just to a bar." She answered somewhat nervously.

"Which one?"

"Jimmy's," she lied.

"Okay," Mallory said before getting up. "Breakfast is on the counter. You can thank Coco for that one."

"Thanks. I'll be out soon."

Once Mallory left, Misty sighed to herself. She was still curious, confused, and intrigued. Those three feelings never led her anywhere good.

She got up and got dressed so she could eat breakfast. Once she had, she went to the bathroom for her usual morning routine: shower, shave, brush her teeth, do her hair, minimal makeup, and then get dressed for the day.

It went by like any other day, serving waffles, pancakes, and coffee to whoever came into the diner. When it came time for Misty to take her break, she pulled off her apron and grabbed her phone along with a plate of eggs before sitting down in the back.

As she started to eat her eggs, she clicked onto Google and searched the term, Dominatrix. Her eyes grew wide as she started to read the Wikipedia description that was given.

"The female term of dominator, a ruler, or lord was originally used in a non-sexual way. In the '60s is when the term started being used in a sexual way it is perceived today. In the late '60s was originally used to describe a woman who provided punishment-for-pay. In today's society, a dominatrix is often seen as a woman, in a leadership role, who is the leader, or top in a BDSM scene."

Her brows furrowed when she read BDSM scene. She clicked on the term and another page came up.

"For most people, BDSM is not a lifestyle that they live 24/7 every day. The kink lifestyle is injected into regular life through the use of a scene. While a scene can last a few minutes or many hours, the BDSM scene is a time that is set aside in the relationship to play your "role" of dominant or submissive, master or slave, or any other roles that your imagination may use to enhance and actualize your desires and sexual feelings."

Misty's eyes grew wide again. Her stomach started to twirl with an unknown feeling. It was close to that she could identify as arousal, but just a little different. She read more. She read over the "physical play," "mental play," "light play," "heavy play," and "edge play." Each one was something new to her. She was a little intrigued and curious, but nervous as well. She put down her phone to finish her food before getting back to work.

When the workday came to an end, Misty grabbed her check from the back office and went to the bank to cash it.

Friday's always meant she could say up later, so she was planning on either doing more research or going back to the club.

She headed straight home, after the bank. And as she walked inside, she saw Mallory sitting on the sofa with Coco next to her.

"Hey!" Coco said. "My friend said she saw you at the club last night."

Misty's eyes went wide, her hands clammed up, and her mouth ran dry. She gulped. "Uh, n-no way..." she tried to play it cool but failed miserably.

Mallory laughed as she looked at her friend. "What were you doing at Afterglow?"

"I-I… umm…" Misty gulped as she turned to hang up her keys along with her coat. "Nothing," her heart was pounding against her chest.

"What's the deal? I didn't take you as the kinky type." Coco teased.

"I—well, I don't know. Can't I be curious?" Misty asked as she started messing with her rings.

"Of course, you can. But you freaked that one time you saw my vibrator. You're so vanilla." Mallory said, laughing.

Misty rolled her eyes. "It was cause ya were… usin' it." She murmured before walking down the hallway. "I'm gettin' ready."

"Are you going again?" Coco asked.

"Maybe," the blonde grumbled.

As Misty walked into her bedroom, she shut the door behind herself. She sighed loudly as she closed her eyes for a moment. She opened them to see her cat sitting on the bed. "Hey, Luna," she said before walking over and sitting down next to the fur-ball. The cat climbed onto Misty's lap, cuddling into her. She purred loudly as Misty's fingers ran through her black fur. She sat there for a moment with the cat, softly petting her, until there was a knock at the door. "Yeah?" she called out.

Mallory popped her head inside the room. "I wanted to apologize if we upset you." She said.

"Ya didn't, it's okay… I-I just, well, I don't know." Misty sighed. "I'm just nervous, I guess… for ya to know."

"Why?" the younger blonde asked as she slipped inside the room. "I mean, I don't mind letting you know things about me, or even Coco and I."

"Oh, I know," Misty laughed.

"Don't be ashamed. Explore what you like. You're between boyfriends again, so there shouldn't be any shame, even if it's with another woman." Mallory said with a small smirk.

Misty's cheeks started to tint pink. Her eyes dropped as she clamped her hands together.

The other woman raised her neatly plucked brow. "I knew it!"

Misty's blue hues flickered upward. "Knew what?"

"That you liked women!"

She rolled her eyes as she looked away again. "Why did ya think that? I've never been interested in a girl before."

"Bullshit! You totally had a crush on Ashley. Remember her? My friend, who visited last summer?"

Misty's stomach twisted. She remembered exactly who Mallory was talking about. When they met, she was enthralled by Ashley. Her blue hair, her perfect brown eyes, the freckles that decorated her face. Her heart wanted to leap from her chest when Ashley offered her hand, it was a friendly gesture, but when their hands touched, it sent a volt of electricity that Misty had never experienced before, or since. "Yeah… I-I guess…" she finally murmured.

Mallory's lips held a smirk. "She's coming back this summer. She's going to have a few pieces in an art show in the square."

"Really?" Misty beamed with a proud smile.

"Yup. She might stay with us if you want. And I know she's single."

Misty bit her lip as she stared down at her feet. "I-I probably won't say anything. I-I mean, I-I don't know…" she stumbled over her words nervously.

Malloy frowned as she walked over to her friend's bed and sat down next to her. "Hey, calm down. It's okay to be curious, or even know you're into girls. I mean, I've been with Coco for six months, and it's been the best relationship I've ever had."

"Yeah… y'all are cute."

"Thank you. Now tell me, what made you decide to go to Afterglow?"

Misty shrugged. "Just curious…" she murmured again. "Like, I knew—I read it was an all types of sexual orientation club. But, I-I didn't really know about the other stuff…"

"Oh," Mallory bit back a laugh that wanted to escape her lips. "You didn't realize it was a fetish club, did you?"

"Not really…"

"Did you—have you looked up stuff? I mean, you really shouldn't go back unless you're looking for someone to choke you while the spank you."

Misty's eyes grew wide as she looked up at her roommate. I-I don't… that's not what I want." She said, which was somewhat of a lie.

"Then why there? There are plenty of lesbian clubs. I can give you an address if you want." She offered.

Misty shrugged her shoulder once again. "Maybe… yeah…" she finally nodded.

"Okay, get ready, and whatever you wanna do, let me know. If you bring someone home, just don't be too loud. I have work tomorrow." Mallory said as she got. Up from the bed.

Misty blushed as she nodded. She wasn't actually planning on going to another car, or bring anyone home, because she had a plan for tonight, and she was going to stick to it if she could.