The Reluctant Dominatrix

Meredith Grey both loved and hated Tinder with a passion.

For one, she loved that the app allowed her to swipe left and right as she pleased for hours on end, and to share this pastime with her best friend Cristina.

But of course, on the other hand, she hated the fact that over eighty percent of her potential matches were duds, and that at least another ten percent of the rest of them were only average.

Seeing no winners for that particular evening, the blonde surgical intern slams her phone shut, and takes another swig of her straight tequila.

The irony is not lost on her, however, as she swallows the amber liquid whole, and then proceeds to slam the tumbler back onto the bar counter.

Sorry, Joe.

But whatever, she deserves at this point she figures, because tonight just isn't her night, and she definitely isn't going to apologize for it.

Because really, the person who should be owing her an apology here is the one Derek Christopher Shepherd, who had just been trying to beg her for forgiveness in the hospital lobby whilst his runaway-model of a wife had appeared suddenly, as if out of thin air, to both comedically, and seemingly karmically, shatter all of her realities of settling down with a nice man who had been seducing her for the past little while.

It had been a good pastime, and Meredith wasn't going to deny that she had liked winding up curled up next to someone in a warm bed… Even if that bed had been more often than not her own… Because she still hadn't quite figured out where the man's permanent address was located.

But to hell with that plan, because the 'guy in the bar,' had ended up being just a 'dude in denial,' and Dr. Grey had had her fill of lying and cheating bastards when she'd pried herself away from Sadie Harris, her post-high-school-sweetheart, in Holland, for opposing, but similar crimes.

So yeah, Meredith Grey wasn't having the greatest of evenings, so she said to herself that she best indulged in some simple pleasures such as seeing how many matches she could possibly acquire in the span of an hour.

So she sets her settings to 'all genders,' not that it wasn't that before then, and she sets her age range to an acceptable level, and she sets her distance parameters to a standard 50 miles.

And then she swipes right as fast as she can possibly fathom, slowing down only at the very end of her hand's capabilities of doing so (which is rather remarkable in iteself, though she is a surgeon, no wonder), and she nearly chokes on her own drink when she sees a familiar redhead's face come into focus.

Addison, age 38.

Repairing broken hearts and more. Both inside and out.

And then she zooms in, and she sees the photos of yes, the redhead posed in a stylish black dress, with high heels, and a pencil skirt, revealing much more of her than Meredith had previously seen earlier that evening while Derek's wife had been flaunting a black winter coat.

She tries to zoom in, or to see if Addison has any more pictures to show her, out of sheer curiosity of course.

So she moves her finger just the slightest bit, and then she realizes before she can frantically undo her motions that she'd already clicked the 'yes,' button on the picture, and that there was no going back now on her accidental actions of 'swiping right,' on her ex-boyfriend(?)'s still-spouse as she was drinking herself into a stupor over her heartbreak from meeting her.

Fuck!

Nothing would come of it though, Meredith reassured herself.

Surely the tall-and-leggy figure would have something more productive to do on a weekday evening than to be checking Tinder of all places.

Not.

Maybe it was bad luck, or maybe it was pure par for the course for her, but before she could even throw her phone across the room in frustration, she felt the offending object vibrate nearly right out of her hand as it signaled to her a new companion waiting to talk to her.

You've matched with Addison!

And that's when she knew without a second thought that she was absolutely, positively, most definitely screwed.

***** END OF CHAPTER 1

Author's Note:

This story goes out to the requesters of "Addison topping Meredith," as well as is loosely inspired by a re-reading of the beginning of "To This Day" by LezBeDaisy on Wattpad for MerAdd, and as well of "Pleasure of Business" by TheWillOfMythal for OITNB on FFN for inspiration.

Now, be a good little reader, and leave me a nice comment, huh? Feel free to be very… Descriptive… ;)

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