Misty was dressed in a black, spaghetti strap, cropped top, along with black skinny jeans, and black boots to match. It was toned down from the black dress she had worn the night before, but still more dressed up than her usual day-to-day clothing.
She thanked the Uber driver before getting out of the car. She licked her lips as she looked up at the building. The same nervous feeling she had the night prior started to appear once again. She sighed before shoving her phone into her pocket. She grabbed her ID, remembering that she needed it to get inside.
As she walked up to the front door, it was the same guard as the night before. She flashed him her ID and received the same stamp on her hand.
Walking straight into the building, the same smell of smoke mixed with perfume invaded her scenes. She took a deep breath before strutting over to the bar.
Queenie spotted her and smirked as she walked over. "An old fashioned, right?"
Misty gave a small nod. "Yes, please."
"And a shot of vodka?"
"Uh, no, not tonight, but thank ya."
Queenie nodded before making her drink. As she put down the drink, she flashed that smirk again. "I take it you're intrigued?"
"Uh… ya could say that…" Misty chuckled nervously as she grabbed the glass of alcohol.
"Walk around, maybe sit and see if someone piques your interest." She said.
Misty gave a timid nod before stepping away from the bar. Her eyes scanned over the room and she was a little disappointed she didn't see that woman from the night before. She thought maybe it was a little early for her to get there, maybe… or she was already with someone else.
So, she walked around until she found an empty table to sit at. Casually sipping on her drink, Misty listened to the overly loud music booming through the room, and people watched for what felt like hours.
A younger woman started to walk her way. She was blonde with perfectly trimmed hair that framed her face. She was dressed in a black latex dress with fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots. The looked was nice but somewhat intimidating. "Can I get you another drink?" she asked as she approached Misty.
Misty's eyes slowly trailed upward until her eyes met green hues. She felt a small twist in her lower stomach. She gulped. "I-I—only if ya don't mind?"
"Not at all, that's what I'm here for. What are you drinking?"
"An old fashioned."
"I'll be back," the blonde said before walking off.
Misty felt her mouth run dry as she watched this woman walk away. Her eyes dropped to her ass. She couldn't deny the small ache that started to appear between her thighs.
Soon, the younger blonde came back with the drink in her hand. "Here you go. Anything else I can do for you?"
"Thank ya, and, uh, no?" Misty questioned herself as she took the glass. "I don't think so, at least."
"Can I sit?" she asked as she set her hand on the chair opposite of Misty.
"Sure."
"I'm Madison," she said as she sat down.
"Misty."
Madison's lips held a small smirk. "So, what are you here for?"
Misty had to think for a moment. "Well," she licked her lips nervously. "I'm not really sure if I'm bein' honest."
Madison rested her chin on her hand as she stared at the curly-haired-blonde. "New to this?"
Misty nodded as she looked down at her drink. She took a large gulp of it, wondering if she should have asked for that shot of vodka again.
"There's nothing wrong with that. We all have to start somewhere, don't we?"
"I-I guess… do ya—do ya mind me askin' if you're just a waitress?"
Madison shook her head. "I don't mind. And, no, I'm not. I'm also a domme here. I only do certain things though." She explained.
Misty swallowed hard. "Certain things? I-I didn't realize some people only do certain things."
"Well, I like lighter play. I'm not into the heavy shit." She explained.
Misty nodded once again. It was more for her to process and wonder about. "So, for someone new, what do ya recommend?"
"Start off slow, easy, use your words. Find out what you like and go from there, but don't be scared to try things, even if you don't know you can handle it. Maybe make a list of things you're curious about and start there. What are you curious about?"
Misty took a moment to start a list in her head "I-I don't even really know. I mean, I've had boyfriends before, but we never did anythin'… kinky." The word felt foreign to her tongue.
"Have you ever been choked or slapped? Spanked?"
Misty simply shook her head.
"Hmm," Madison hummed. "That's a place to start. Is it sexual or physical for you?"
"I—is there a difference?" Misty asked, brows slightly furrowed.
"Yes," she said, chuckling softly. "Some people don't need to get off to feel satisfied."
Misty bit her lip. The thought of getting off on something kinky lit a fire within her belly. "I-I don't really know yet…"
"Then, that's something you should explore," Madison stated before grabbing the cherry out of Misty's drink. She popped it into her mouth, stem included.
Misty was about to protest before Madison placed the stem back onto the table, which was tied into a knot. Impressive.
"What are you here for tonight?" the younger blonde asked.
"Well…" Misty looked down at her drink before downing the last of it. "To be honest? I-I was hoping to figure some things out… about myself." She said. The alcohol was making it easier to express her feelings.
"Where would you like to start?"
"What are the basics?"
"How about I get you another drink, and we can talk somewhere more private?" Madison asked.
Misty bit her lip anxiously but nodded.
Madison's dark red-painted lips turned upward into a smirk as she stood back up. She took both of the now empty glasses off the table over to the car. She came back with a small platter, two shots of dark liquor, and an old fashioned. "Here," she said before placing a shot down in front of Misty.
Misty hesitated for a moment before downing the shot. She felt the burn of tequila as it slid down her throat. She scrunched up her face before drinking her old fashioned to wash it down.
"Not a tequila type of girl?" Madison chucked before downing her shot.
"Not usually," Misty said.
Madison smirked before holding out her hand. "You can come with me."
As Misty went to stand up, her eyes caught sight of that woman from the day before—Goode. She caught her lip between her teeth as her eyes looked the woman up and down. She was in another latex suit, but this time it was a dark red, and black knee-high boot. Her blonde hair was up in a high ponytail that made her look even sexier.
Madison's brows went up as she looked at the way Misty was staring intently at her boss. "If you'd like I can get Miss Goode to take you to a back room. But she costs more."
"Costs?" Misty instantly asked as her eyes adverted back to Madison.
"We don't do this for free, baby. Not usually, at least."
"H-how much?"
"Light play doms like myself typically run $350 an hour. Miss Goode is on another level. She's $550 an hour, $650 to $750 for specific needs." Madison explained.
Misty swallowed hard as she listened. "That's… that's a lot… l-like my whole paycheck." She stammered.
"How much do you get paid a week? Sometimes we can work out deals." Madison said as she began to guide Misty to the hallway where Goode had disappeared to.
"Uh, $400 every two weeks… that goes towards rent and food. My second check is what I spend on extras." Misty explained as she clumsily walked with Madison. One of her hands gripped her drink and the other lazily held the other woman's.
"Well, if you stick with me, we can work out a deal. But with Miss Goode, she likes to be paid upfront and her clients usually leave her a nice tip." The younger blonde explained as she guided them towards a room.
Misty bit her lip. She sighed softly. She had really come here for Goode, but with only $307 in her account, she knew that wasn't happening.
Her eyes began to look around. The hallway was dim, but she could tell the walls were painted red. They passed a few doorways. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a loud smack, followed by a scream behind one door. She swallowed thickly when they came to a stop.
Madison opened the door. "Sit wherever you'd like, I have to get some paperwork." She said as she opened the door for Misty.
The older blonde stepped inside. She took a deep breath as her eyes scanned over the room. A bed sat in the middle, with red, satin sheets on it, and a chest-like-box at the end of it. Restraints were on the headboard and the end of the bed. Along the wall was a collection of toys, and what Misty assumed to be whips, but she wasn't quite sure about the other things.
She stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed. She down the rest of her drink before setting the empty glass on a nightstand. "I-I don't have $350… I already transferred some of my check into my roommates account for rent." She explained.
Madison nodded as she looked through the filing cabinet in the corner for the papers she needed. Once she found what she was looking for, she grabbed a pen and a clipboard. She handed it over to Misty before sitting in a chair in the corner. "That's okay. Tonight, we'll just talk and have you fill out some papers. I won't charge you since a scene won't be taking place."
"A-A scene is a BDSM thing, right?" Misty asked as she grabbed the clipboard. Her eyes scanned over some of the words, it was a contract. "Do I need to sign this?"
"Yes, to both things. Every client has to fill out paperwork before a dom is allowed to partake in a scene. It's for your safety and our own."
Misty gulped as she nodded. "Do I—can I sign this when I'm not tipsy?" she asked somewhat embarrassedly.
"Of course. I would actually recommend that. For now, we can talk. It'll help you later when you fill that out." Madison said.
"O-okay…"
"Let's start off with the basic questions. Are you a bottom or a switch?"
"Well, in the past I've usually stuck to bein' a bottom, but I wouldn't mind trying to top," Misty said somewhat shyly.
"Okay. Now, what about pain? Do you like the idea of being slapped, spanked, bitten, or even possibly cut?"
"Uh, some of that… n-not all of it."
"Tell me what sounds good and what doesn't."
"I-I like the idea of spankin', maybe even some light slaps. I'm okay with bitin', my ex was a biter, and I didn't mind it at all. I'm not okay with blood though… so, n-no blood, cuttin', bitin' that draws blood, things along those lines." She explained.
Madison nodded. "Some people can't stomach it. That's fine. What about your pain level? How far are you willing to go?"
"That's what I'm not sure about yet. I mean, when I was here last night, I saw a woman with her clothes a little messy and looked like she had been cryin', but she seemed happy, even content." Misty said before looking up finally. "I want to know how much I can handle."
The other woman smirked before nodding. "Maybe that's a good place to start. Do you have any hard limits—things you know are off-limits?"
"Not really…?"
"Okay. What about different types of play? Pet play, age place, etcetera?"
"I'm not sure. I wouldn't mind explorin' it though." Misty said.
"Okay. What about edge play?"
"Never tried it, but it, uh… sounds nice." Misty blushed a she looked down again.
Madison got up and walked over to the other woman. She gripped Misty's chin and made her look up. "Don't be shy. Here is the place where you can feel free to explore that."
Misty nodded as her eyes met green hues. "O-okay…"
Madison dropped her hand. "If you come back tomorrow, once you fill out the papers, we can start. If you would like that?"
"O-okay," she said again.
"What's one fantasy you've always dreamt of?" Madison asked as she walked back over to her seat.
Misty hesitated for a moment. "When I was here last night, I saw that woman from earlier… I felt s-somethin' when I saw her, sometin' I ain't ever really felt besides this one time I had a crush on a girl." She explained.
"Miss Goode?"
Misty nodded softly, "Yes… she just—I don't really know what it is about her, but I was drawn to her."
"She has that effect over people. How about I put your name in, and you come back tomorrow with that paperwork filled out?" Madison offered.
"B-but, the money. I-I don' have that kinda cash."
"Sometimes, Miss Goode will throw in a deal for newbies or first-timers. I'll talk to her. Come back tomorrow. I know she's booked for the rest of the night."
The curly-haired-blonde nodded as she licked her lips. The thought of seeing this Miss Goode sparked a new kind of fire in the pit of her stomach. "O-okay… so, tomorrow?"
"Yes. Now, tell me you're not driving home." Madison said as she got up once again, and over to Misty. She pulled her up from the bed.
Misty shook her head. "I can get an Uber."
"Good girl. I'll walk you out, okay?"
Misty nodded softly. Her stomach twirled when she heard "good girl." As she was guided out of the room, she looked around to see if she could spot Miss Goode but was disappointed as they reached the front door, and she never saw her.
Madison made sure Misty had gotten into the Uber safely before leaving her alone to go home. "Goodnight. See you tomorrow."
"Bye," Misty smiled as she buckled herself in.
