Misty let out a frustrated sigh as she threw another dress onto the floor.

Her bedroom door cracked open and Mallory popped her head in. "Hot date?" she asked.

"Shit!" she yelled as her hand flew up to her chest. "Don't do that, Mal! Damnit, I almost pissed myself!" she sighed heavily before sitting down on her bed. "And no, well, not really."

Mallory raised an amused brow as she laughed. "So, what's their name?"

"Doesn't matter… I'm not even sure I'll get to see her."

"It's a girl?" Mallory beamed.

"A GIRL?" Coco yelled from the hallway.

Misty rolled her eyes. "Did ya not give me the address for a lesbian club yesterday?" she asked sarcastically.

"Well, yes, but I didn't think you'd actually go."

"Well, I did," Misty said before getting back up. "I need an outfit. One that makes me look… hot."

"Hmm," Mallory hummed before stepping over the pile of clothes on the floor.

"Can I help?" Coco asked as she stepped inside the bedroom.

"Sure," Misty said.

An hour had passed, and what seemed like a hundred outfits later, Misty finally settled on a simple, black dress with an open back. She covered herself in a faux leather jacket and put on a pair of matching boots.

"Are ya sure this ain't too simple?" she questioned her two friends.

"Babe, if she doesn't like you in this, she doesn't deserve you in that lingerie you're hiding underneath," Mallory said.

Misty nodded softly before looking at herself in the mirror. "How dramatic on the makeup?"

"Not too much," Mallory told the taller woman.

Misty nodded before heading to their shared bathroom. She put on her usual natural shadow, smudged eyeliner, mascara, and a lip-gloss to top the look off with.

"Damn, someone is going to be lucky. We'll be quite so you don't have to be." Mallory smirked playfully.

Misty blushed as she chuckled shyly. "I'm not bringing her home." She said. She knew that would never happen, especially not with Goode.

Mallory pouted. "I want to meet her if this goes well."

"What if we already know her?" Coco said jokingly.

Misty chuckled softly, but on the inside, she was hoping that neither of them knew Miss Goode. She wanted to learn more about herself, but aside from that, Goode made her feel things she honestly had never felt before, and that scared her.

Taking an Uber to the club once again, she thanked the driver once they arrived. She walked up, flashed her ID to the same bodyguard she saw the last two times, received the same stamp, and headed inside. The usual by now, there was booming music, the vibrations of the bass under her feet, and smoke and that indistinguishable perfume.

Walking over to the bar, Misty spotted Queenie, who gave her an all-knowing smirk. She blushed as she approached the bar counter.

"Old fashioned?" Queenie questioned.

"And a shot of vodka, please," Misty said.

Queenie nodded before placing a shot glass on the counter. She filled the glass up to the brim before making the old fashioned for the curly-haired blonde. After placing the drink on the counter, she gave a small nod to someone.

Misty downed the shot before looking in whatever direction Queenie had nodded towards, and spotted Madison. She grabbed her drink and met the other woman halfway.

"Miss Goode will see your around 11:15. She'll discuss more with you than I did last night. Did you fill out the paperwork?"

Misty felt her stomach twirling as she nodded. "O-okay, great… and yes, I-I did. I had some questions though."

"Miss Goode will answer whatever you have to ask."

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome. She'll come find you around 11:15." Madison said before walking off.

Misty found herself an empty seat and started to sip on her drink. She looked at the clock along one wall, seeing there was still another hour before 11 came.

As that hour passed, she sucked down two more old fashioned drinks but decided to stop before she could start a fourth. She wanted to enjoy the night without being totally drunk. However, being tipsy made her less nervous.

As Misty looked up from her empty glass, her mouth ran dry as she spotted Miss Goode walking her way. Her hips swayed perfectly with each step she took.

Misty licked her lips as her eyes slowly traveled up the woman's body. She was more than surprised to see her in somewhat casual clothing. She expected the knee-high boots another latex outfit, but no… this time, she had on black heels, black, flowy pants, and a white button-up shirt that was neatly tucked into her pants. And even in the simplest, classic clothing, Misty felt a jolt of arousal between her thighs.

"Are you Misty?"

When she heard the other woman's voice, she almost melted in her seat. She nodded dumbly. Her eyes finally met Goode's, and they were a gorgeous brown hue, to which she felt enthralled by.

The other blonde's lips held a bright smirk as she held out her hand. "Come with me so we can talk."

Misty nodded again. She swallowed hard as she took Miss Goode's hand with a shaky one.

"Trembling already?" the shorter woman asked as she pulled Misty up to her feet.

"I-I—"

"I'm joking," she said before leading Misty down the hallway.

Misty followed after Miss Goode like a lost puppy-dog who had finally found their owner. She noticed that they stopped at the end of the hall and that the door was different from all the rest. Unlike the other doors, which were black, this one was a dark, mahogany red.

Miss Goode opened the door and held it open for the younger woman. "Come on in." She said, her voice held a softness to it that Misty found comforting.

She smiled softly before stepping inside the room. It was so different from the one she had gone into the night before with Madison. The floor was black hardwood, and the walls were a dark red color. In the middle of one wall was a king-sized bed with a black wood frame, bedposts that were taller than Misty, and it was covered in red, satin sheets. Along the other walls were toys, and from more of the research she had done, Misty knew there were whips, floggers, riding crops, and paddles. She saw a few more things around the room that she didn't know the name of yet.

"Like it?" Miss Goode's voice came in a chilling whisper behind Misty's ear.

"Y-yes," she stammered as she turned to look at the other woman.

Goode smirked brightly. "Sit," she motioned towards the bed.

Misty walked over to the bed and sat down on the satin sheets. Her hands softly ran over the material before she looked up to see Miss Goode sitting across from her in a chair similar looking to the bed.

"You can call me Mistress during scenes if we go that far. Otherwise, I'm Miss Goode to you or Ma'am." She explained.

"Yes, Ma'am," Misty said without hesitation.

"Madison told me some of the things that you two talk about yesterday. You're a newbie, correct?"

"Yes," Misty nodded shyly.

"Did you fill out the contract?"

"Yes," the curly-haired blonde dug through her purse to pull out the folded-up paper. She handed it over.

"Okay…" Goode's eyes started scanning over the pages. "I will ask you some personal questions over the best hour and a half. Are you okay with that?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Okay," Goode said as she got comfortable on the seat. "Are you a virgin?"

"No," Misty said softly.

"Okay. Have any of your past partners done something even remotely kinky that you enjoyed?"

"Uh…" she paused to think. "Does bitin' count?"

"Yes," the other woman nodded. "So, you enjoyed it?"

"Yeah," Misty blushed as she nodded.

"So, you've never been spanked… or choked?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Okay… what turns you on?" Goode asked as she raised a brow.

"Uh, umm…" Misty looked down at her lap, nervously fidgeting with her rings. "Th-the normal stuff?"

"The normal stuff?" the other blonde asked as she raised a perfectly plucked brow. "You wouldn't be sitting here, with me, if the normal stuff is what turned you on."

Misty felt herself blushing even more than she had been before. She shrugged softly without looking up. She was taken by surprise when she felt a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up.

"Use your words, darling. You need to with me so I can understand." Goode said softly.

Misty sucked in a deep breath as she nodded. "Y-yes, M-Ma'am," she stammered.

"So, what do you think you'd like to start with?"

"Uh, umm… y-yesterday, with Madison, we-we talked about the-the basics." She stammered out. She was nervous before, but Miss Goode brought her to a new type of nervousness she didn't understand could be caused by a single person.

"Choking, spanking, slapping?" Goode asked.

"Yeah."

"We can start there. But first," Goode pulled away to sit back down on the chair. "I want to go over the rules with you. They were in the contract, but I want to make sure you understand. We have rules here at Afterglow, and then I have my own."

Misty nodded softly, "Okay."

"First, you cannot touch me unless I have given you permission, like before when I led you to the room." Goode said, and waited for a reply before saying, "Understood?"

"Oh! Yes, yes, Miss Goode." Misty was quick to say.

Goode smirked even more than before. "Good. The second thing is, if we see each other in public, say I saw you at the store, or even on the streets, we cannot interact."

Misty nodded softly. "Okay, Miss Goode."

"The third one is just a precautionary. During a scene, you are always in power, even if I don't make you think so. You have the will to stop it if you feel uncomfortable. Yes, I will push you, but I will never go as far as to put you in pain you didn't want. That's where the safeword system comes into play. Are you okay with the stoplight system outlined in the contract?" she asked.

"Yes," Misty nodded.

The other blonde nodded. "Okay. Lastly, money. I know Madison had talked to you about this already. I usually run $550 an hour. But, for beginners—newbies it'll be $399.99 an hour. I learned you're on a budget, so I imagine I'll only be seeing you once a week, or bi-weekly."

Misty bit her lip as her head dropped. "Probably… thank you, though. For the, uh, discount?"

"Of course. After three months, or if we start getting into heavier play, or anything along those hard limit lines, it'll go up."

Misty nodded, "Okay…" she was slightly disappointed she wouldn't be seeing Miss Goode as often as she would like, but it was better than nothing.

"Do you have any questions for me?"

Misty bit her lip as her eyes moved upward to meet brown hues. "Uh, do ya… do ya, uh, have sex with your clients?"

Goode's eyes narrowed. She didn't speak for a moment as her features relaxed. "I'm going to assume you don't understand how this works. I am a pro-dominatrix, not a prostitute. I lead scenes of BDSM with clients, not fuck them. Less than thirty percent of my clients actually cum during a scene. It's more about the mental climax someone has, not the physical one." She explained.

Misty's eyes quickly grew side. She gulped hard as she felt herself shrinking in her place. "I-I'mma… I'm sorry… I-I didn't kn-know… I just—I assumed. Sorry…"

"It's okay." Goode sighed. "I'm sorry for snapping, but a lot of people think that, and it's not true. Any other questions?"

"Can we start tonight?" Misty asked before biting her lip softly.

There was a certain look in Miss Goode's eyes that set ablaze of arousal within Misty's stomach as their eyes locked. "Yes."