by flibinite
by flibinite
The trip to the club had been uneventful, filled with bits of small talk, vague wonderings about what the place would be like, how they would fit in there. They found it easily as Shannon's instructions had been letter perfect, finally spotting the large blinking sign announcing defiantly to the world that this was, indeed, IMAGIO'S. The two of them left their purses and sweaters locked in the car, using the near hidden pockets in Jo's skirt for their money, their ID's, and Mich's car key.
Mich's cheongsam was too tight to allow her much in the way of "storage", but Jo often wore this skirt, as short as it was, just for this very purpose, not always wanting to have to keep track of her purse, especially in an unknown place. As they walked towards the entrance to the club, and felt the slightly cooling breeze blowing against their faces, both women suddenly, instinctively, in their building nervousness and excitement, reached out to take each other's arm.
They stopped at the entrance for a moment, listening to the heavy dance beat emanating from within, preparing themselves a bit for whatever was to come. As they waited, a fairly non-descript female couple entered Imagio's right in front of them, the two women appearing to be in their 30's, just nicely dressed, holding hands, nothing too outrageous about them at all, the two "lesbian dance club" neophytes feeling a bit better, feeling that maybe they would fit in fairly easily after all.
"Ready, Jo?" Mich asked.
Jo smiled over at her. "Let's do it," and followed her friend into the surprisingly crowded bar.
They entered, walking past a rather large, heavyset woman in a chair near the interior doorway who simply nodded at them without smiling. As they slowly eased through some women hanging around the entrance near the coat check, Jo cast a quick glance around the club. It wasn't high-tech modern, like some of the places she had been before.
This was fine by her, though as she didn't particularly like those, finding them a bit impersonal, a bit too pristine. However, this place wasn't just a bar with a dance floor, either. At the far end of the very large room was the dance floor, and it was HUGE, about two-thirds full at the moment it seemed, with good lighting, and for now, at least, without that mind-bending strobe-light circus, the kind that always made Jo a bit nauseous.
The sound system was very good too, not overly loud here near the entrance, where there were many tables and cubbyholes where people could still talk to each other without having to scream, but still without worrying how far their voices would carry. She was sure the music must be plenty loud on the dance floor itself, and at the tables to her left, especially the ones closest to the music and the dancing up ahead. Opposite this conglomerate of various-sized tables and booths to her right, a long, ornate, redwood bar took up almost the entire middle half of that side of the room, many of it's wooden stools already filled with patrons, with four young, very attractive bartenders doing their magic act behind it.
Jo took all this in with almost a single sweeping glance, the main entranceway slightly elevated from the rest of the club, "probably for just that purpose," Jo thought to herself, realizing they must hit at least a couple of stair steps pretty soon to take them down to floor level. She took a few more paces forward, trailing her friend to make room for couples that were leaving, when it finally hit her, something that had been pushing at Jo's slightly overloaded senses since the moment they had entered the club, getting stronger and stronger as Mich reached the predicted stairs just in front of her. When it finally pushed through the maze of her perceptions, when she finally, truly became aware of it, it hit her very hard, like a sharp blow right between the eyes.
It was the smell. Jo normally had a very sensitive nose, and the rich and heavy smells of the club seemed to assail her almost physically. The alcohol, the cigarette smoke, the scent of perfumes and bath oils and deodorants, the "fragrance" of active, sweating bodies seemed to rush into her nostrils all at once. This was normal, though, this was what it was like in just about any dance palace Jo had ever been in. But something was different here, far stronger than she had ever encountered before.
It was the heavy, musky smell of women, of women in heat; it was the odor of female desire that hit at her mind and senses so hard now.
It hit her hard enough to literally cause Jo to stumble just at the top of the stairs, not tripping or falling, as from the second she had walked into the place her body had been shifting into "dance" mode, but enough to cause her to snap her hands out, put them firmly on Mich's shoulders to help steady herself as she moved down the stairs.
Mich, thinking that it was just a sign of the affection and attraction her younger friend was feeling for her, did not stop, nor did she even turn around. Instead she kept walking forward, towards the one open spot at the far end of the bar, letting Jo continue to hold onto her, reaching up just the once to pat her hand, to show her companion that she enjoyed her touch, that she felt the same attraction too.
So it was that the two of them moved through the bar, in a vague parody of a boxer entering an arena and heading for the ring, the manager in front, the boxer with their hands on the other's shoulders, juking and twitching and trying to keep loose on their way down the aisle. For Jo was now doing something akin to that, starting to dance a bit, getting into the beat of "Sorry, Ms. Jackson" as it pounded out of the sound system, accepting the smells now as a good thing, as a "correct" thing, as an erotic, enticing thing, unable to resist getting down with the music, of shaking to the beat.
Their passage past the tables and the bar was now drawing more than a few stares, and the attention of an older woman, dressed all in clingy black, standing at the corner of the dance floor next to a tall Amazon-like woman. She was smoking a cigarette slowly, and her eyes narrowed and her smile grew as she watched the two young, well-dressed and excited women reach the bar and stop to order some drinks.
As the song continued, and got to the part in the chorus where the singer sings, "Sorry Ms. Jackson, ooooohh, I am for reeeal..." with everyone on the dance floor screaming out an "ooooohh" of their own, the woman in black "whispered" to her taller, blond companion. The other nodded and moved quickly away from her towards the bar. She got near to the two of them just as both Mich and Jo were turning to watch the dancers, knowing that the next "ooooohh" was fast approaching, listening as the DJ turned the sound down just at that part, everyone yelling their "OOOOOHH" a capella, including Jo, who loved that kind of interactive thing.
This also seemed so right, and she was not embarrassed at all to add her voice to the mass choir of women who gyrated and moved across the pulsing, blinking floor. She smiled broadly as she looked up at the very tall, very attractive newcomer, knowing that Mich must be eyeing her, too.
The blond woman said nothing, but smiled back down at her, almost rudely reaching between them and grabbing the bar with one hand, half yelling so the bartender could hear her, "Ms. Silvia says first one is on the house for these two!"
Jo barely caught the first part of this, as her eyes were closed and her concentration elsewhere, her face only inches front the tall woman's arm and armpit and breast, her scents very strong in Jo's nose, not only her nostrils flaring now, but also her arousal, wondering for a moment how long she could resist getting swept up in the almost animal heat of Imagio's. She wanted to say something, thank someone as the tall blond stepped back, but could not find her voice, leaving it for Mich to respond in that dance hall yell that passed for a normal conversational tone this close to the loudest music.
"Whoever this Ms. Silvia is, tell her thanks for us...Ok?!"
"I will, no problem. But maybe you can thank her yourself later," the tall woman finished somewhat enigmatically, smiling down at them once more and then turning and walking off through the crowd. Jo looked over at Mich and smiled, finally finding her voice.
"Not too shabby so far...what'd ya think??"
"Ohh, outstanding..." Mich's smile was ear to ear as they both swung back to the bar and grabbed their drinks, a stinger for Mich and a Black Velvet straight up for Jo, with a Coke chaser. Jo produced a dollar from her pocket and handed it to the young, attractive bartender, simply hating herself as she slipped into her flirtatious mode as well.
"That's for you!" she said earnestly, giving the bartender the 'big, slutty smile, stare into her eyes, make her know you find her hot' look, ashamed to do it with the wonderful Mich by her side, but unable to resist. "Do you know this Ms. Silvia she mentioned?"
The bartender took the offered dollar and smiled at them. "Thanks...Ms. Silvia is one of the club's owners. She always likes to buy the first drink for any newcomers to the club, especially when she finds them as attractive as you two."
Jo felt the urge to blush for some reason, the thought coming to her mind that maybe this Ms. Silvia was the woman that Shannon had spoken of...her Mistress. She heard Mich asking, "Ms. Silvia can tell we're first-timers, with all the different new women that must come in here all the time!?"
The bartender's smile got even wider, if that were possible, and said almost proudly, "Ms. Silvia knows EVERYTHING!" Then, with a friendly wave of her hand, she moved away to wait on another patron further down the bar.
"Ms. Silvia knows everything!" Mich mimicked to Jo, then turned to look through the crowd at the tables and around the dance floor. "You see anyone out there that looks like my mother, Jo?"
Jo, a bit startled by that, stopping her search of the floor for the aforementioned owner, starting to say "What?" to her friend before she caught the other's grin, and finally got her joke. "I don't know what your Mom looks like, Mich, but if it's anything like you, she must be tres hot," she answered instead, figuring that if she was going to flirt, she might best do it with the person she had been actively trying to seduce for hours already.
She knew it was unnecessary, as the two of them had already made clear to each other, but loved to do it anyway, and found it almost impossible not to when she felt this buzzed, this happy, and this aroused. She froze in place as Mich leaned in close to her, almost as if to kiss her, then redirected her head to the side to "whisper" in her ear.
"Thanks, doll, but I gotta get up and dance right now. Care to join me?"
Jo pushed her cheek against her partner's for a moment and "whispered" back, "I thought you'd never ask...let's see what you've got."
"As much as you can handle, sweets!"
"Sounds good to me, Mich...you lead, I'll follow..."
So, they both tossed down the remnants of their drinks, and Mich got up and headed for the dance floor, Jo following as she had to the bar, hands on her shoulders, head down and "boogieing", truly letting her friend lead the way.
The next half-hour was like a beautiful dream to Jo.
She loved to dance, and now was dancing, dancing hard, the music a mix of old and new, funky and hot, just the way she liked it. She loved other women, women in great clothes, women having fun, women enjoying themselves without pretense or apology, and everyone around her, including the wonderful dancer in front of her, were exactly what she desired to see, to be with.
She loved to sweat and to let herself become aroused, and she was doing both of those things in abundance now, by her own description a "leg dancer", into the more funky steps and spins, as opposed to just a hip swinger or an arm waver, throwing in a lot of motion, an almost aerobic thing for her. That, and the closeness of all the other woman, the heat building on the floor, had her sweating hard and loving it.
The alcohol in her system, her own natural inclinations and predilections, Mich's smiling attractiveness, the sultry gyrations of all the dancers, their looks, their smell, their heat, were all working on her building arousal, her desire like a warm fire with her. She enjoyed the closeness, enjoyed the bumping and the touches from Mich and the others, especially the intimate touches. She realized that not all of them were accidental, either, a few of them so flagrant that they left her gasping.
She would move back and forth and around her friend, but rarely touch her, knowing she was coming off as a big tease...which she was...but knowing that was not the primary reason for her avoidance of contact. She simply was so aroused, so attracted to Mich, that she was afraid if she got too close, touched her too much, that she would lose it right here on the dance floor, start to kiss and clutch at her.
She didn't want that though, not yet at least, knowing what she sometimes felt like when she saw other couples acting like that. No...right now she wanted to dance, knowing the touching and the kisses and the clutching would come later, that it was inevitable if Mich felt even a third of the desire for her that she was feeling for Mich.
Her new friend was good dancer, enthusiastic and rhythmic, and Jo had been told enough that she was darned good too; so in her normal ego she "worked it" as if everyone in the whole place was watching the two of them, envying them. But as she raised her head once and spun, surreptitiously peeking around the room, she laughed at her own vanity, knowing it was just her fantasy, that everyone was as involved with themselves and their own partners as she was with Mich, the heat and the scents of everyone's desire becoming more and more obvious the longer the music played.
Jo was not that vain however, and it bothered her not a bit that no one was watching them, that she and Mich weren't the center of attention. Jo was simply having the time of her life, living in this particular moment, dancing and being with Mich, her friend and soon-to-be lover, moving and mixing with the bodies of all these other fine, hot women, letting the animal come out to play and feel and be free among the blinking lights and the pounding beat of the dance floor at Imagio's.
But as she moved up next to Mich, half-yelling, "Just one more song, then you want to get another drink?" and her friend mouthed back a "Yes, I need another one," there was someone who was watching them, watching them from the DJ's booth, telling her employee that she wanted a certain song played next, ending her order with, "I want to see what they do with this one."
"Right, Mistress Silvia, coming right up," the young, attractive DJ responded with a smile. She found the song she wanted, "cued" it up, then blended its start into the ending of the current song, kicking the bass up just a fraction, as it was an older song, one that lacked the big, digital bass of most of her current dance discs.
Jo spun away from Mitch, hoping for one more good, heavy dance song before they took a break, hearing the "thump, thump, thump, thump" of the song's opening, trying to play "name that tune" in her head...An oldie for sure, based on the way it sounded and it's vague familiarity. She began to dance to it, more certain than ever that she knew it, liked it. Then she "got" it and smiled, unable to resist turning and waving both arms in the general direction of the DJ's booth, as if to thank her. She didn't see Ms. Silvia there, or see the older woman smile and nod her head.
The attractive club owner lit a cigarette as she waited for what she thought certain now to be quite a show. She knew she was right again as she looked down on her dance floor, on what she thought of as her women, and saw Jo turning back and moving toward her partner, unable to resist her own desire anymore, slowly pushing into Mich, moving against her, chest to chest and pelvis to pelvis as Robert Palmer finally began to sing the lyrics to his simple, pulsing song...
"When I took...you out...I knew what you were all about...but when I did...I didn't mean to turn you on..."
Jo pressed and slid her body all over her friend, bumping and grinding, bending and straightening her knees to move up and down along her. Mich was doing much the same, both of them caught up in the heat of the moment, the heat of the club and of themselves. Jo had been trying most of the night to contain her arousal for the woman in the cheongsam dress, but now it was flaring anew, leaving her panting a bit from the strenuousness of the dance, gasping some whenever she rubbed her sex against the front of one of Mich's thighs, and moaning softly whenever their breasts clashed or scraped together.
Sometimes they stared into each other's eyes, Mich smiling, Jo with a softer, less focused look as her arousal built. Sometimes the younger woman would lower her eyes almost submissively, or close them, shuddering, when the motions of the two women hit just the right spot.
The whole thing was very hot, very sensuous; others on the dance floor, even as self-involved as they were, watching them, then imitating, the passion and scent of women aroused getting thicker and heavier. It was almost a tangible thing now, building and feeding back on itself among the writhing, twisting dancers, then slowly beginning to drift through the tables like a sexual fog, the touching and kissing increasing there as well. Even the bartenders were getting caught up in it, the attractive young one that the two of them had chatted with earlier now pressing her sex tightly into the ass of another, taller, though equally attractive young barkeep.
Ms. Silvia stood in the DJ's booth, up close to the window now, smiling down on the floor, taking it all in, especially the two newcomers. Shannon's instincts about the two of them had been right on target once again, it appeared. She listened as the song faded out and a new one began, watching the two women moving off the floor and back to the bar, hand in hand. Turning to the DJ, she told her to play a couple of slow songs back to back in a bit, then put out her cigarette in the ashtray there and left the booth, having something else to do now, something that she had been looking forward to all evening.
Jo and Mich had reached the same open spot at the bar, and ordered another round, even though Jo was almost loath to stop dancing now as one of her favorite Nelly songs had begun to play just as they left the floor. "Their" bartender smiled at them, telling them she had been watching the two of them, and that they were "hot". When she returned with their glasses, she surprised them by once again refusing to take their money.
"What's going on?" Mich challenged her. "Imagio's will go broke at this rate!"
"Bartender's discretion," she replied laughingly. "Mistre...Ms. Silvia allows us to ‘treat’ anyone we think has raised the level of the club, jacked it up some, by whatever method, and I think the two of you certainly qualify in that respect." She then fanned her face with her own hand, smiled knowingly at the two of them, and said, "I don't know about you two, but I think..." and loudly, and in perfect time to the music, finished, "...IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE!"
"SO TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES!!" came the response back from the whole club, it seemed.
The two very happy women looked at each other and laughed, joining in the next few times the communal singing came around again, adding their own voices to the almost tribal chant. Their bartender looked at them and waved her hand, indicating the dancing, singing patrons.
"See? You two helped to get it this hot in here, so that's why the free drinks." She nodded, then turned and moved to another customer, leaving the two of them still somewhat confused, but smiling and happy and leaning against each and the bar.
"She's right about the heat, isn't she, Mich?" Jo stated, as matter-of-factly as she could, staring straight ahead, but feeling every bit of the older woman's body where their hips touched.
"Positively palpable, Jo..." Mich, replied, not turning her head either, lost in the same feelings and sensations as her friend. "My, this drink is a real kicker...think they're trying to get us drunk?"
"Seems like it, but I wouldn't know why."
Jo had also noted that hers was almost a double, wondering the same thing, but not particularly caring right now, sipping hard on it, almost wanting to shoot it, to try and calm herself down a bit before she did something stupid and lewd with her dance partner right here at the bar. She finally did just gulp the rest, chasing it with her coke, and then whipped around to face the tables and the dance floor.
She felt buzzy and aroused and all churned up inside, and was finding it hard to relax. Mich turned around as well, her drink nearly gone, their opposite two hips finding each other now, pressing tightly together, almost as if fighting for the space where they touched. Jo started to put her arm around Mich's lower back, then stopped, sighed and turned her head to look at her.
"I'm starting to lose it here, Mich," she whispered, a loud whisper to be sure, what with the music so poundingly loud and all. "I need to...to...well, DO things with you, to you. I'm starting to ache, trying not to fantasize what it will be like to be with you, just wanting it to happen on its own." She stared up almost plaintively into her friend's eyes, the other having turned her head to listen now. "The drinks aren't helping, and neither is this place, the way it is, the way it feels to be here. But right now...I can barely stand how badly I want you, Mich."
The older woman didn't smile, didn't turn, didn't even move for a few seconds, finally tipping her head down a bit, her lips only three inches from Jo's, speaking as softly as she could and still be heard, "Soon, Jo, soon. I want you so very much too, baby, but let's stick around a little bit longer. We haven't been here that long, and I'm really enjoying this." She smiled when she saw Jo nodding her head in agreement. "We can go in a little while...besides, I love the buildup, the tension, the anticipation...don't you?" Jo could only nod her head again, staring and lost in Mich's eyes and lips for the moment. "And besides, Jo, they need us to raise the level of the club just a bit higher, don't ya think!"
The younger woman laughed then, breaking the spell of the moment, her enchantment broken even more by the face she saw moving through the crowd on the dance floor towards them...It was Shannon, all bright and perky and hot, looking simply irresistible in her tightly tied haltertop and a next-to-nothing black leather microskirt. Her choker had been replace by a thin leather collar though, with another single red stone in a slight silver setting adorning the very front of it, pressed tightly into the hollow of the young woman's slim, attractive throat.
"Hi Jo, Mich," she yelled at them when she got up close. "I'm so incredibly happy to see you both here. Having a good time?"
Her enthusiasm was so infectious. "A GREAT time!" the two women announced simultaneously, all of them bursting into laughter at that.
"I'm so glad you like the place...has Mistress been showing you a good time?" Shannon queried them both, putting her hand up on Jo's left shoulder and squeezing it gently.
"Would that be Mistress Silvia, Shannon?" Mich asked the question that both of them were thinking, Jo momentarily distracted by the small one's familiarity and closeness. At Shannon's vigorous nod, Mich continued, "We haven't met her, or even seen her for that matter," looking at Jo for support, who nodded her head in affirmation, then voiced it as well.
"No, we haven't seen her, but she seems like she must be pretty nice...because you're so nice and you seem to like her, Shannon." Jo groaned inwardly at just how lame that compliment sounded, realizing that the alcohol was starting to do a bit more than buzz her right now. She heard the music changing, a slow song finally, the couples changing rhythm and positions, others joining the floor.
"Why thank you, Jo! How sweet of you to say that. And yes, she's simply the most fantastic woman I've ever known, so smart and strong and sensuous." Shannon reached up to finger her collar. "I would never wear this for a woman that I didn't love and admire." Both Jo and Mich nodded in agreement, Jo thinking it looked attractive and sexy on the woman who was now lightly stroking her shoulder, Mich thinking it was a shame that a girl like Shannon should already be "locked" into such a strong and permanent-sounding relationship.
The three of them continued to talk for a few minutes about Imagio's, Shannon playing motionless tour guide, explaining some things about the place and her Mistress' part ownership thereof. Jo and Mich listened while they all watched the couples swing and sway and turn slowly to "Unchained Melody". The dancing and hugging and kissing women on the floor made Jo wish that she were out there with Mich, or even Shannon, just to feel someone pressed tightly against her while she lost herself in the music. Shannon must have sensed this, and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry Jo, there's another slow song coming up right after this one...Mistress demands they be played in pairs, so that everyone has time to, well...dance."
Jo was very glad to hear that, and was just turning to tell Mich to be prepared, when the she noticed the tall blond woman that had gotten them their first free drinks approaching.
The woman stopped, smiled at them, then began to whisper earnestly into Shannon's ear. The collared girl nodded, staring at Jo and smiling broadly, finally mouthing, "Ok, I'm coming right now." She then announced, "Heidi just told me I have a job to do, but if you want to see something very interesting, drop into bathroom number one in about seven or eight minutes...ok? If anyone gives you any trouble, just tell them that Shannon says 'Ali Baba,' alright?"
Jo nodded, wondering what the heck all this was about, hearing Mich say, "Ali Baba?", seeing Shannon nodding again, but looking to move off and get to wherever she had to be. Before she could leave, however, Mich grabbed the anxious woman's arm and stated, "Look, Shannon...I don't know about Jo, but I don't use drugs and don't really want to watch others taking them, if that's what this is all about."
Shannon only laughed and pulled her arm free from the other's grip. "I don't use those type of drugs either, Mich, and none but alcohol are allowed in the club. Just show up in a few minutes and see. I promise you won't be disappointed," she practically gushed, staring at Jo before running off, yelling back at them, "Don't be late now!", then working her way through the crowd at that edge of the dance floor, towards the bathrooms in the back.
Jo watched the small one's passage for a bit, admiring her lithe grace, drawn to her as Jo was certain everyone else was, as well.
But then the music grabbed at her again, and just as the song was starting to reach its melodramatic conclusion, she turned to see Mich staring at her. Her thought to say something about Heidi or about Shannon's strange offer was quashed as she locked onto her friend's eyes, the singer's plaintive voicing and the strings soaring, demanding phrasing dropping her right back into the moment, both of them standing there silently facing each other, suddenly holding hands, listening to the song's swelling ending...
"I need your love, God speed your love...to meee...," then the violins finishing it out, so impossibly high and strong.
Jo knew another slow song was coming, and suddenly needed to dance to it with Mich more than anything she could think of, her emotions and thoughts jumping back and forth from one thing to another so quickly tonight, so disjointedly. The one common denominator in all of them though, seemed to be sex...sex and passion and desire. So she rode with the flow, not wanting to fight it at all anymore, pulling Mich close and whispering in her ear, "May I have this next dance, please..."
And as Sarah McLachlan's "Fumbling Towards Ecstasy" began, Mich simply backed towards the dance floor, pulling Jo with her, staring at each other still, both of them smiling and happy, the other women seeming to sense them coming and moving out of their way to let them move onto the floor and into each other's arms. Jo pressed her cheek into her partner's neck, her lips into the top of her shoulder. Mich rested her head against her young friend's hair, and the two of them danced slowly to music, the lyrics like a subliminal message to their hearts...
"...and if I shed a tear I won't cage it...I won't fear love...and if I feel a rage I won't deny it...I won't fear love..."
They turned slowly, never letting go of each other, taking turns kissing each other softly on the neck, the song and the dance reminding them for the moment that a relationship... their relationship... as new as it was, was not just about lust and desire and need, but that it was also about love and caring and closeness.
They felt that...both of them did, and it cemented them together even more tightly, made the events that were sure to follow after they left the club even more certain, more to be desired. And as the song slowly wound down, the two of them found themselves kissing each other on the lips. Not a deep, pressing, open-mouthed kiss, but more of a soft, tender, "thank you for being with me" kiss, one that lingered and held as the song finally came to an end.
They hugged each other tightly for a few seconds, Jo whispering, "That was so nice, Mich...thank you," in her friend's ear. Then the two of them, along with many of the other couples on the dance floor, moved back to their drinks, hand in hand still, not wanting to get back into the faster dancing again, not just yet, the sounds of Janet Jackson's "Control" beating through Imagio's now.
Their spot at the bar was still open, almost as if it was being held for them, their drinks freshened once again. They sipped at those, neither really knowing quite what to say just now, still basically dazed by the suddenness of all of this... their meeting, this night, the passion they obviously felt for each other. It was Mich who finally remembered.
"Hey, we're supposed to be checking out something in the bathroom with Shannon, right about...now," she finished, glancing at the small clock just above the bar. She looked Jo in the eye and smiled. "You wanna check it out, Jo? I'm game if you are?"
"I was born game, little Missy...let's do it!" Jo enthused back at her. "Frankly, I'm as curious as hell what she thinks we'll find so interesting. C'mon!" She took Mich's hand and pulled her gently along the aisle around the dance floor and toward the back of the club.
Neither of them said so, but both felt their curiosity and excitement beginning to peak as they approached the bathrooms, especially given the fact that just outside the door to the first one, apparently standing guard, was another awesomely attractive, tall, blonde, Amazon-type, sporting, appropriately enough, a skin-tight black latex catsuit, one that left absolutely nothing to the imagination; the almost knee-high black leather boots and three-inch wide studded belt hanging low on her hips only seeming to make the woman they approached look even more formidable, and, truth be told about both women's mindset now, sexually exciting. As they came up to her, the tall "guard" crossed her arms over her chest, spread her legs a bit wider and basically glared at them, looking none too happy.
"This bathroom is closed, ladies. Please use bathroom two or three over to your right."
Jo, feeling a bit giddy now from the drinks, her own arousal, and the density of sexual tension in the air, stared up at the young, imposing woman blocking their path, rather helplessly giving the other her best, "god I think you're exciting, do you think you might like me" smile. Then, managing to be slightly more intense-looking for a moment, intoned, "NONE SHALL PASS!"
The blonde Amazon looked slightly taken aback by this, and more than a bit confused.
"What!?"
Then it was Mich, without missing a beat and managing not to smile at her friend's reference, adopting the same tone and look, reiterating, "NONE SHALL PASS!"
The guard, totally nonplused now, looked at the two of them for a moment as if they were demented. She set her jaw a bit, and started to repeat her previous statement, only to be cut off by Jo's almost explosive laughter. She was so startled by that she didn't even react when the smiling young woman stepped closer to her and put her hand on her shoulder and started to explain between giggles.
"I'm sorry, Xena, I was just being stupid there for a minute. It's just that you reminded me so much of Monty Python's "Black Knight" standing there that I couldn't resist." Jo finally managed to control her laughter and look a bit more serious. "We were invited here by a girl named Shannon, and she said to say 'Open Sesame', err, 'Ali Baba'."
The woman glared down at her for a moment, then stepped back, reaching up to firmly lift Jo's hand off her shoulder and lower it, a small smile suddenly coming to her face as appraised the two women before her, eyeing them up and down with renewed interest before finally responding.
"Four things then, sweetie," she almost purred now, staring at Jo.
"One...NEVER touch me again without my permission, unless you want to lose a hand." She quickly raised her own hand in an almost shushing motion, interrupting the apology that the slightly shocked young woman had started.
"Two...looking at you, I would say I would give you permission pretty much anytime you begged for it," her smile widening as it was obviously Jo's turn to be nonplused now, dropping her head and blushing slightly from the other's words.
"Three," she continued, hooking a finger under Jo's chin and lifting her head so they could see into each other's eyes again, "...my name is Gretchen, not 'Xena'. I am Heidi's sister, whom I believe you two have already met." She glanced over briefly at Mich as the two women slowly nodded in agreement.
"And four...if Shannon invited you to be a part of this, then by all means enter and enjoy!"
And with that, the sultry, smiling woman stepped back and to the side, clearing the way for the two of them to go past her into the bathroom.
Jo stood there almost frozen, her mind in a bit of a whirl. Just what the hell was going on just past the door in front of them? Unable to move, she finally reacted as Mich brushed past her, deliberately moving between her and Gretchen to grab the doorknob, turning to look her younger friend in the eye.
"Let's check it out, Jo...the sooner we go in and have done with this, the sooner we can come back out and dance. Ok?"
With one last quick glance at the still smiling Gretchen, Jo nodded, and as Mich swung the door open, stepped past her and entered the bathroom, Mich following very closely behind. But three steps inside the door, Jo stopped and froze again, staring slightly off to her left, Mich momentarily running into her before stepping off to the side, still slightly in back of her, leaving just enough room for the door to swing shut behind them. But now it was the older woman's turn to jolt to a stop, to see what Jo had already seen, to whisper...
"What the fuck!?"
Before they entered, neither woman had come up with any serious, specific image of what they would probably see when they arrived. But now, neither woman realized that their mouths were hanging open at what they were finally witnessing...simply the hottest, most erotic-looking spectacle that either of them had ever seen.
There was a woman there, a rather attractive thirtyish, red-haired, naked woman, surrounded by three other beautiful, younger women, all of whom were doing things to her.
The naked woman was leaning back at about a forty-degree angle, basically being held up by her arms, her wrists handcuffed to large hook that had been bolted onto a thick pipe that ran from floor to ceiling just behind her. Something that looked like ace bandage had been wrapped tightly around her upper arms, pulling them somewhat together behind her neck, and keeping her head from dropping back and sliding down between them. The bound woman's eyes were closed and she was moaning loudly from deep in her throat, her mouth filled with a large red ballgag that appeared to be buckled behind her head as well. She was writhing and twisting sensuously, apparently helplessly, and it was not hard to see why.
For the things that the three women around her were doing to her were decidedly sexual in nature. One of the women was most certainly Heidi, standing to the left of the naked woman, leaning forward, her long blonde hair partially obscuring her face, said face and mouth pressed tightly against the bound woman's right breast, sucking on the nipple and moving her head all around, the woman's tit circling and moving with it. Heidi's left hand was under the other's back, as if to help support her, her right sliding up and down all along the grunting woman's belly and side, her nails lightly raking across the flushed flesh of her "captive."
Another gorgeous female, this one with long, streaming, jet black hair, one that neither Jo nor Mich had seen in the club, was standing and leaning down to the right of the twisting woman, attacking her other breast with her mouth, too. From her build and coloring, Jo assumed that this second "molester" was of Asian descent, her face almost totally hidden by her long, silky hair. Jo wondered what her hair must feel like flowing and flashing across the skin of the rather desperately aroused woman that she ministered to. "I wonder what that would feel like sliding along MY aroused nipples?" Jo thought with a shudder. But her attention was quickly brought back to what young Asian was doing to her helpless charge.
Dressed in a strikingly jade green and black cheongsam of her own, one even more daringly slit up the sides than Mich's, the woman seemed to be sucking or biting the helpless woman's nipple hard, hard enough so that when she straightened, raised her head, the ladies' sizable breast was pulled upward, stretched, and held there momentarily. Suddenly released, it dropped back to the woman's heaving chest, jiggling and "jelloing" and finally settling, as she gasped and writhed in response. Then her tormentor simply started the process again, latching onto the slick, turgid nipple and slowly raising it toward the ceiling in preparation for the next "drop".
The young Asian woman's hands were busy as well, her right sliding up, along, and over the gagged woman's neck and face and hair, teasing and rubbing. Once, when she stopped her hand for a moment, and pressed it down over the other's nose and mouth tightly for a few seconds, thus gagging her even more strenuously and cutting off her air supply, Jo's legs almost buckled at how that must feel, at how arousing the thought of that was, barely managing to snag Mich's arm with her right hand to keep herself from falling.
It was not as if the Asian woman's left hand was idle. No...it was grinding and massaging and teasing the woman's left hip and lower belly and pubic mound, it's long fingers running through the thin wisps of her dark, gleaming thatch, pulling on the curly strands, combing them with her nails, the manipulations all over sweating woman's body relentless, controlled, and terribly, terribly erotic to both Jo and Mich. Neither could even remotely fathom what it must feel like to the woman trapped in all of this.
But for the pièce de résistance, there, between the woman's straining thighs, triggering the wildest of her ever accelerating moans and jerks of arousal...was Shannon. She was kneeling there, her arms up and between the woman's legs, her hands holding the other tightly by the ass, her face plastered to the straining woman's sex, her tongue obviously deep within it, her mouth open, her soft lips surrounding the other's nether lips, sucking hard on her pussy.
The woman was bucking and thrusting her hips now, certainly close to cumming as she grunted and moaned louder and longer through her tight gag. But no matter how hard she jerked, how wildly she gyrated her hips, Shannon moved with her, keeping her mouth and tongue against and in her, tormenting and teasing her aroused sex relentlessly, never giving her even a moment's respite from the almost vicious sexual assault on her body and her lubricated sex.
It looked as though the bound woman was desperately trying to get away from Shannon, twisting and writhing. But like a perfect slow dance partner, gliding up and down with the aroused woman as if her legs were liquid pistons, Shannon could not be shaken off, could not be deterred from the deep French kiss she had planted on the shuddering woman's sex.
Mich and Jo just stood there, staring, Jo not even realizing her hand had drifted up to her own breast, rubbing and playing with it, both of them sinking into the sexual aura that totally filled the room. They were both were startled then, when a clear, strong voice accosted them from behind and to their left, their heads snapping around at the sound.
"Like what you see, ladies?!"
Standing there, leaning against the sink nearest the wall, was a woman...a beautiful, raven-hair, fortyish woman, holding a cigarette and smiling pleasantly at them. She was wearing what appeared to be a long, incredibly tight, black rubber skirt with matching bodice, the bodice perfectly laced, not so tight as to close off her ample cleavage, but not so loose as to not hug and frame her well-sculpted body, to display and detail her almost overwhelming sexuality. The woman's off-the-shoulder dark hair was perfectly coiffed as well, with makeup that appeared professionally applied, her deep green eyes and air of total control making her an absolute stunner.
For the second time in as many minutes, Mich and Jo just stood there, mouths open, and stared at her. Finally, Jo found her voice and almost whispered...
"Mistress Silvia?"
The lounging woman rose up to her full height, what with her four-inch stiletto heels and all appearing to be almost six feet, took one last drag on her cigarette before casually flipping the smoldering butt into one of the sinks, then turned back and approached the two frozen women with a slight smile.
"Right first time, Jo," she said, her smile widening as she looked pointedly at the hand Jo still moved unthinkingly over her own breast. "Apparently you do like what you see."
Jo's skin, already a bit flushed with excitement and arousal, got a bit redder as she dropped her hand to her side, then glanced back over at the four writhing, swaying, sexually-engrossed women, noting that the one being used so... so... wonderfully, was probably only seconds away from orgasm. Completely entranced by what she was watching and hearing, she nodded, whispering a "yess..." without even turning back to her questioner, still staring at the four of them, panting softly, getting lost in her own sexual yearnings.
Mistress Silvia, still smiling, moved closer to the "action", watching it carefully. "What we have here ladies, is a good friend of mine about to lose a bet she so foolishly made with me." She turned her head, catching Mich and Jo with her violently green eyes before continuing.
"Evelyn likes to think that she can control herself, that she can place herself above sexual things when she wants to, and bet me that I and my girls could not make her cum within ten minutes." She looked back at her "friend", then down at her silver Rolex, before continuing to speak. "Well, we have just passed the seven minute mark, and I don't think she's going to make it...do you?"
Neither Mich nor Jo thought Evelyn was going to get anywhere near making it, as she looked too far gone to last even half the remaining time.
"What are the stakes?" Mich impulsively asked, Mistress Silvia turning her head to look at them again.
"The stakes? The stakes are, if she loses... which is becoming more and more apparent that she will... she will come to my estate for the next three days as my sexual slave, and do anything I require of her for that time, no matter how dull or deviant."
"And if she wins...?" Mich said quietly, stunned by the previous revelation.
Mistress Silvia laughed, moving up towards Evelyn's head to reach behind it and loosen her ballgag. "Free drinks for a year. But I'm not the least bit worried." She loosened and pulled the gag out of the drooling woman's mouth and tossed it over into a different sink than the one she had tossed her cigarette. She glanced up to looked at Jo with an almost wicked smile, and said with a wink, "Watch this..."
She reached between Evelyn's head and the ace bandage around her upper arms and grabbed the moaning, panting woman tightly by the hair, lifting her head up and staring down at her.
"You’re not going to make it Evelyn, you need to cum too badly to hang on...admit it. Admit it and I might cut a few hours, a few "positions" off your service to me. You need to cum, don't you?"
"Yess...need to...uhhhhhhh...cumm!"
"I'll tell you what...Admit that you have lost the bet, and I'll give you tomorrow off, to rest and get ready for what I promise you will be a very long and hard weekend."
Barely able to breathe, much less speak as she jerked and twisted in total sexual arousal and need, Evelyn managed to gasp out, "I've lost, I've lost...ohhhhh...."
Mistress Silvia beamed down at her. "Very good, Evelyn. I love a woman that knows when she's beaten. Ok, I'll let you cum now, sweetie, but first you're going to have to beg me. Girls!"
And with that, the three women tormenting Evelyn so relentlessly simply stopped touching her, stopped licking her, stopped sucking her. Jo and Mich watched, nearly dumbfounded, seeing Evelyn's eyes go wide in realization of what was now happening.
"Silvia...please...NOOO!"
Mistress Silvia's sparkling green eyes suddenly grew colder, harder. She moved further down along the other's side, closer to where Heidi had been attacking her right breast.
"I said beg me! If you want to be allowed to cum, you must beg me for it.
Evelyn had almost no choice at all anymore and gasped out hoarsely, helplessly, "I need to cumm...please let me cum, Silvia!"
Mistress Silvia glared down at the begging woman, shaking her head, "Not good enough, Evelyn, not even close. You seem to have overlooked a part of the bet, have forgotten your station in life for the next few days." Without turning around, or ever taking her eyes off the bound woman, the Mistress spoke to one of her "girls".
"Shannon, show the dear woman what she's missing, what she needs. Give her three of those luscious 'swirlies' you're famous for..."
"Yes, Mistress," Shannon replied enthusiastically, pressing her lips into the quivering folds of Evelyn's drooling sex, finding her swollen clit and sucking it gently between her soft, full lips. Then, as the helpless woman arched and moaned, she ran her tongue in three slow, languid circles all around the outside of the throbbing, nearly naked nub, sliding all over the sensitized skin there tightly, slowly, teasingly.
"OHH DEAR GODDDD!!!" Evelyn practically screamed, jerking against Shannon's mouth, then humping against the air after her cunnilingual "partner" had pulled back, smiling and licking her lips. Staring up at Mistress Silvia, who was reaching down to brush the sweat-soaked hair off her forehead and cheeks, Evelyn's eyes were wild, her desperate need killing any slight remaining resistance she might have been feeling to any of this, moaning between almost torturous sounding breaths, the words slow, thick with desire, and now dripping with submission.
"Please, MISTRESS Silvia...please allow me...to cummm!!"
That brought a large smile to the sensuous mouth of the Mistress, and a soft moan from Jo, who had been standing there next to Mich the whole time, totally mesmerized by what she was witnessing, unable to pull her eyes away for a second. She was still leaning against her friend to keep from falling, her legs having turned to jello again. The sultry domme's head turned and she caught Jo's eyes with her own, still holding that soft, Mona Lisa smile. Then, without a word, she turned back to her more captive audience.
"Excellent, Evelyn...so much better. It's going to be a FUN weekend, don't you think?" She leaned down a bit, bringing her head closer to her newest slave, whispering to her, "Let's give our guests a good show, dear. You don't want to make Mistress mad just now."
"Girls!!," she stated loudly, with an affected air of beneficence, "Evelyn begs to cum...Now let's show her how to do it properly!"
With that, Evelyn's tormenters, who had been standing or squatting back, not touching her, staying out of Mistress Silvia's way, moved back in for the "kill", each of them knowing exactly where she was going, knowing exactly what she was going to do when she got there. The young Asian woman moved to do just as she had before, almost attacking the needy woman's left breast, her hands stroking and caressing everywhere.
Shannon leaned forward, attaching her mouth to Evelyn's sex again, apparently to "swirl" away like crazy. Heidi had changed positions though, now on her knees underneath and behind their victim, her rear end on the floor between her own heels, obviously doing something "back there", apparently something to Evelyn's ass or the base of her spine. Mistress Silvia took that second to grab Evelyn's right breast in her strong hand, squeeze it tightly and press her thumbnail deeply into the distended nipple atop it.
As her captive groaned in both pain and pleasure, Mistress Silvia leaned down all the way, stating simply, but forcefully, "CUM FOR ME, EVELYN!"
Then, her left hand under the other's head, pulling it up to meet her, the smiling Mistress locked her "friend" into a kiss, a kiss so tight and hard and demanding that Jo gasped aloud once more, a searing kiss that finally pushed Evelyn over the edge and began her long, tumultuous flight through endless space and timeless time, the landing certain to be rather rough, the journey itself a trip through heaven and hell, all at the same time.
As Mistress' long, wet tongue plunged into her gasping mouth, Evelyn's entire body seized, locking her into a vicious arch. It relaxed for just a second before it seized again, almost impossibly, even tighter. Her body fully cocked and loaded, Evelyn helplessly began to "fire", jerking and writhing and humping at Shannon's face, shrieking and grunting and moaning into Mistress' passionate, relentless mouth, her kiss like a vampire's bite almost, sucking and drawing on Evelyn's uncontrollable arousal and release.
None of the four women stopped their manipulations during her entire massive orgasm, driving at her with fingers and mouths and tongues, pushing Evelyn to a place she had never been before, forcing her to cum hard, then harder, her hips and legs thrusting and shaking as she was mercilessly licked, probed, and prodded.
Jo and Mich stood there, mouths open again, staring and breathing hard, the younger woman almost cumming just from the incredible heat of this, the wanton lustiness of this. Mich was hardly faring any better, and they might have been equal in the arousal department except for the fact that Jo was squeezing Mich's left arm so hard with both hands now, that the older woman thought for a moment her friend might break it, knowing for sure that Jo's digging fingers were going to leave marks.
"Jo," she finally whispered sharply, "Jo...You're breaking my arm...Jo, please, my arm...JO!"
The enthralled, aroused woman slowly relaxed her death grip, murmuring a "sorry", but never once glancing away from the scene in front of her. Evelyn's orgasm (was it one long one, three shorter ones? It was impossible to tell...) seemed to go on forever, her body bucking and twisting, arms jerking and snapping at her restraints. Mistress Silvia was still practicing her own form of breath control, holding and reinforcing her deep, passionate kiss, still practicing her own form of breast control, continuing to hold and squeeze Evelyn's right tit, still driving her thumbnail hard into the engorged nipple.
Finally, after what seemed like twenty minutes, though in fact it was much closer to three, the four of them relented, slowing down their sexual manipulations, easing up on the bound woman, letting her come down, literally and figuratively, moving a bit away from her. Evelyn's legs buckled, her panting, sweaty, exhausted and drained body now hanging limply from her cuffed wrists, her head drooping, chin on her chest, her face totally obscured by her wild, wet mane of red hair. It was not immediately clear to Jo whether she was even conscious anymore.
Mistress Silvia stood there, a smile on her slick, red lips, running a finger back and forth over them, almost as if cleaning them. Heidi rose up to stand next to her, staring at Evelyn, then at her owner, an inquiring look on her face.
"Mistress?"
The older woman glanced up at her, almost grinning now, "Oh Heidi, dear, you are such a softy. Yes, you and Ami see to our overcum friend here. Release her and get the weight off her arms so she can breathe easier." She reached up, stroking Heidi's cheek softly with the back of her hand, the tall young women leaning into it like a cat. "Now THAT was special, wasn't it Heidi? The four of us showing her what it means, what it really means to cum! None of the 'ooo-ooo, my, that felt good' garbage for my girls!"
"Yess, Mistress, we did," the Amazon responded happily, reaching up suddenly to grasp Silvia's wrist, to pull the other's hand to her mouth and kiss it tenderly. Lowering and releasing it, she smiled over at Ami, indicating the now struggling Evelyn with a wave of her large hand.
"C'mon, Ami, lets take care of Mistress' new slave."
As the two women moved to do that, to unwrap the ace bandage around the dazed woman's upper arms, to help her to her feet and steady her there, Mistress Silvia turned and walked over to Shannon, taking her in her arms and kissing her hard, tasting the juices still coating her mouth and cheeks, the young woman responding eagerly, hugging her back and returning the kiss with reckless enthusiasm.
They held like this for a few moments, leaving Mich and Jo to just stand there and continue to gawk, neither of them remotely able to speak yet, too stunned to be able to think of anything to say, neither of them having ever seen anything like this. Finally relaxing her torrid liplock of her young slave, the Mistress turned her head and called back over her shoulder.
"Evelyn...you taste absolutely divine, dear. I'm looking forward to enjoying your aroused flavor first hand over the weekend. You'll allow me that, won't you, dearie?" she finished, whether teasingly or mockingly, Jo could not quite tell.
"Yes, Silvia..." the beaten woman replied softly, at which point Heidi raised that large hand of hers and slapped the just released woman lightly on the cheek, shaking her finger in a "no-no" fashion. Evelyn, quickly getting the point, hastily amended, "I mean, yes, Mistress..."
"Better, Evelyn. I know it takes a bit of getting used to, and that's why I'm giving you one or two such mistakes for nothing. But," she continued, her voice taking on a slightly harder edge, "you've had your two, and the next such outburst of "familiarity" on your part will require punishment. Is that understood, Evie?" this last said very quietly, the words seeming the more powerful for it.
Jo and Mich watched and listened quietly as the naked woman bowed her head submissively and replied, "Yes, Mistress Silvia."
"Very good, slave. Now tell me, tell us... did you enjoy this as much as you seemed to?" the smiling Mistress then making a great show of licking her lips, her point not lost on any of the women present.
Jo watched intently, shivering in arousal herself as Evelyn's head came up, almost snapped up, her eyes shining much more brightly now than they had a few moments ago. "Oh yess, Mistress! It was so unreal. God, I've never gotten off like that before" She dropped her head a bit, then in an embarrassed half-whisper stated, "I...I almost wet myself," shaking her head in apparent disbelief. "I've never lost control like that."
Mistress Silvia turned fully toward the somewhat bewildered woman, putting an arm affectionately around Shannon's waist as she did. "Silly woman... that's the point. You weren't in control at all...I was! The second I agreed to your foolish bet, "I" was in control...of the situation, of you, eventually of your body, and finally your mind. That's what BDSM is all about. You, the slave, cede complete control of yourself over to me, the Domme. I gain a feeling of power over you, and you gain the freedom that powerlessness brings, with no responsibility to think or act of do anything on your own. You just do what you're told. It's a simple transaction, really...you give, I take, and we both get what we want. Simple."
"But I'm not a submissive, Mistress, and I actually thought I could win the bet!" Evelyn responded, ending by lowering her eyes slightly, realizing that she had come across as a bit defiant just now. "And I still think I might have, if Shannon hadn't shown up," she looked up again, the beginnings of a small grin on her face, looking over at her "nemesis". "I thought you were never here on Thursdays!"
The four other women laughed at that, Jo and Mich still silent, still just watching and listening.
"Nice try, Evie," Mistress Silvia admitted, "nice plan...but doomed to failure in any event. All women, and probably all men, can be, will be, submissive, given the right circumstances. While you are not a classic sub like our new friend Jo, here," taking her hand off Shannon's waist to sweep it in a very startled Jo's direction, "you still are somewhat submissive, a wonderful slut, the same as Jo in that respect I'll warrant, and able to be controlled easily using your rather wanton sexual desires."
"And," she finished, her voice getting quiet again, "if Shannon had not been here, I would have taken her place." She paused for a moment to let that image become fully visualized in everyone's mind. "And just who do you think taught Shannon everything she knows?"
While the others were pondering that, she gave her diminutive slave a quick squeeze around the waist. "Although to be honest, it's almost a case now of the student teaching the teacher, as my dear Shannon has more natural ability, more talent and enthusiasm for her special area of expertise than any woman I've ever met."
She then turned slowly towards the two newcomers, Shannon turning with her to face them too. Mistress Silvia hooked her other arm around Shannon's waist and asked, "Would you like to find out just how talented she truly is, Jo?" Not waiting for any reply, she continued, "Would you like the five of us," glancing quickly at Mich, "maybe six of us, to do to you what we've just done to Evelyn?"
Jo just stared at the seductive Mistress and her impish, beautiful slave, licking her own lips, trying to get her brain to think of a response, any response, that might answer Mistress Silvia's question. Drawing a total blank, she then tried to maybe think of a question of her own in order to stall for time, to get her mind to do any bloody anything at all besides race like an engine when you've pushed the gas peddle down all the way but inadvertently left the thing in park. Here was the fantasy of a lifetime staring her in the face and she couldn't think, could barely breathe, and no matter how hard she tried, she STILL couldn't come up with a single thing to say.
The bathroom remained quiet while she struggled in her own head, with only the ragged sound of her breathing and the muted, echoed thump of the music outside breaking the silence. Then, like a voice calling from the far end of a tunnel, she vaguely heard Mistress Silvia speaking to her.
"You don't have to do this, Jo, not at all...but look at yourself. You're as tight as an E-string, your nipples are about ready to tear right through your clothes, you don't seem to be able to speak, your heart is probably pounding so loud that you can hear it, and I just know, and don't try to deny it, I just know that you must be totally soaked right now, so aroused you can barely stand it. So what do you say Jo? You know you want this...I can see it in your eyes how badly you want this. Tell me where I'm wrong here, Jo, and I'll believe you. Am I wrong about any of this? Am I?"
Running on autopilot, the near frozen young woman had no choice but to respond to the dominant, aggressive tone of Mistress Silvia's last questions, her answer stumbling out of her.
"N...no...You're not...not wrong about any of that, Mistress."
The Mistress looked at her questioningly, "Is that all you have to say, Jo?"
Unable to speak to that which was pounding through her mind and making her sex literally drip with desire, struggling to settle down a bit before she embarrassed herself totally with her own paralysis, Jo finally fell back on what Mistress Sylvia had just said about her, about what the other had so blithely announced to everyone here.
Her voice barely more than a whisper, she asked, "Why did you say that about me, Mistress? Why do you assume that I am a slut and a whore?"
She saw Mistress Silvia and Heidi, and even Evelyn and Ami, start to grin at her, Shannon openly laughing. She heard Mich's sharp intake of breath and her questioning, prompting, "Jo?"
Blinking twice, it suddenly dawned on her what she had just said, feeling the warm flush of her arousal quickly doubled by the hot flush of her embarrassment at her misstatement, at her own revelation and seeming "definition" of character. She had humiliated herself badly, and it didn't matter that the word she had just used was an internet cyber "thing", that she knew she wasn't what she had just said, that the others most likely didn't think she was a "whore" either. Jo didn't even know why she tried to recover then, as the devil and the damage were already done, but she continued.
"I...I mean a slut and a sub, Mistress. What makes you...so...sure?" She let her voice trail off, realizing everything she had just said, everything about her - her mistaken wording, her obvious arousal, her submissive calling of Silvia, "Mistress" - was already dead proof of just that.
She looked at Mich, who stared down at her, her expression still a questioning one, then back at Mistress Silvia and Shannon. Silvia's smile was much more compassionate now, and Shannon was no longer laughing, instead simply smiling at her with a look of undisguised lust, a look that sent another tremor of arousal through Jo's loins, the last of countless ones she had felt since she had first met Mich, had first stepped into Imagio's.
Silvia began speaking to her softly again, Jo almost lip-reading what she was saying now, the roaring in her ears so loud that she was practically deaf.
"Jo...honey...answer me, ok? I am offering you something special here, something both you and I know that you want. Don't be afraid of this, don't be afraid of me. This is what you want, this is what you need, and I know you can feel it, feel it deep down inside you where you live and dream. You are a slut, in the best sense of the word. You think sex and want sex and need sex and sexual gratification, and you're not afraid to seek it out. You should feel proud of that. You already know something that I've been trying to teach other women all my life, that it IS alright to seek out sexual pleasure for pleasure's sake, to grab the brass ring of sexual fulfillment without remorse and without guilt. Don't be embarrassed and don't be afraid...reach out with both hands and grab what it is that you want."
The attractive domme was not smiling at all any longer; she was staring at the shaken young woman in front of her with a startling intensity, obviously feeling very strongly about what she had just said. She finished a bit more quietly, however, not wanting to scare Jo off.
"Do you want this, Jo, do you want what I have to offer you?"
Jo looked around the room again, looked into the faces of the women standing there in the bathroom with her, the scent of lust and sweat and arousal still so thick in the air that it made her dizzy. Heidi and Ami and Evelyn were smiling softly at her, Mistress Silvia looking solemn, Shannon still staring at her hungrily, mouthing "C'mon Jo, c'mon...". She looked at Mich finally, seeing her smiling gently at her as well, then speaking gently to her, too.
"Jo...It's ok, you know. You want this, I know you do. Who wouldn't? She's right, too, don't be afraid. I will stay here with you, keep watch to make sure nothing too funky happens. I won't stop anything, but I'll make sure you're ok while you're not in control of yourself. You should go for it, though. How many chances in your life will you get for something like this? You want it, so go for it, Jo."
And Jo did want it, wanted it desperately, so aroused she thought she would pass out soon if she didn't get some kind of relief. She had a rather massive bondage fetish, all the women in the bathroom with her so hot and sexy and experienced. She almost could feel the fantasy of multiple hands on her, multiple tongues on and in her, being bound and helpless and being taken by someone like Mistress Silvia, like Shannon. And with a good friend like Mich to watch out for her so that she needn't be worried for herself while all of it happened? Lord...all of these fantastic things hers for the taking, right here, right now, at this time, and in this place. Yess, she wanted it very badly indeed.
She swept her eyes around the room one last time...at all these beautiful, desirable women, just about ready to open her mouth and moan her desire to accept anything they wanted to do to her.
But she couldn't say it, still couldn't speak, as somewhere in the back of her mind an alarm bell was plaintively ringing, trying to cut through her sex-fogged brain and warn her about something, tell her that something was wrong. Jo tried to ignore it, to tell Mistress Silvia, "Yes, I want this," but she had always trusted her instincts to protect her, as they always had up to this point in her life. So now, even though she couldn't fathom what it was trying to tell her, she trusted it again, and did not give the waiting domme her answer, instead turning to stare up at Mich again, to see if her friend could help her.
It was then Jo finally spotted it, the thing that had been bothering her, the thing that was setting off the muffled alarm in her head. She had seen it before, but in her confusion, desire, and need had overlooked it, had not noticed it as she should have. But she noticed it now!
For while looking down at Jo, and smiling pleasantly at her with her mouth, with those beautiful, warm lips, the same lips that had just told her that it was "ok" to do this, it was Mich's eyes that spoke to her now, Mich's eyes that so clearly displayed her sadness and disappointment with Jo and with what Jo was about to do.
It hit Jo like a hammer blow then; hit her hard enough to momentarily push back the sexual cloud that was smothering her thoughts.
WHAT WAS SHE DOING!?
She had spent most of the day with this beautiful, wonderful, funny and provocative woman, a woman she had been in constant heat for since the first moment she saw her, a woman she had just minutes before literally wanted to make love to right there on the dance floor, a woman whom she desperately desired, that she had shared a promise with, the woman that she had started to fall rather madly in love with.
WHAT WAS SHE DOING?!
Not even realizing that she was exactly mimicking the thing that Mistress Silvia had told her to do, she reached out and grabbed Mich with both hands, turning the other to fully face her, seeing her friend's startled expression as she called out over her own shoulder, "I'm sorry, Mistress, I can't do this." Then more quietly, in an urgent whisper, to her friend, to her lover..."Get me out of here, Mich...please."
The glow in Jo's heart...not in her loins, but in her heart... when she saw her friend's face light up happily in recognition of what she had decided, finally stilled the alarm bell within her, filling her instead with something more, something deeper than lust, something that let her know that she had made the correct choice here, and that she would never regret it. But still and all, she simply had to get out of this bathroom, and do it quickly before the needs of her body completely overwhelmed her own good intentions.
As they both turned toward the door, a stunned Mistress Silvia called out to them, "What do you mean you can't, Jo? Where are you going?" She took a step or two forward, raising her hands as if to grab the younger woman and keep her from leaving so quickly. But Mich moved between them, blocking the other with her body, not allowing her to touch her friend.
"She wants to leave, Silvia, and I'm taking her out of here."
The stunned dominatrix glared harshly at her younger "rival", snapping "Stay out of this Mich, this is between Jo and me!" before softening her features and stepping to the side and looking over at Jo. "Are you sure, are you sure you have to go, Jo. You'll regret it...I promise you you'll think back on what you've missed here and regret it."
Mich was going to answer, wanting to tell this woman what she could do with her dance club and her subbie friends, but Jo reached up a hand and stopped her, wanting to answer for herself.
"No, you're wrong, Mistress Silvia. I don't have to go, I want to go, I want to go with Mich," she said, speaking softly, still unable to fully catch her breath from the excitement of the last few minutes.
"And you are right, I will regret it if I leave right now..." she stated slowly, her lust-filled eyes turned toward Mich. "But I will regret it far worse if I stay, if I ruin something wonderful with my own weakness and need. Thank you so much, Mistress...and Shannon...but I want to go," she finished, her ability to resist this almost totally drained. "C'mon Mich, please take me home."
"You got it, sweetness..." Mich said softly in her ear, then turned her head to stare hard at the somewhat angry, somewhat confused co-owner of Imagio's.
"We gonna have a problem here, Silvia?"
Silvia glared at Mich for a moment, looking as if she wanted to snap something back at her. But quickly gathering her composure, remembering who she was, she refrained from that. Instead she clapped her hands once lightly in front of her breasts then raised them a bit, fingers up, palms out... a conciliatory gesture. It was somewhat offset though by the obviously strained smile on her lips.
"No problem, Mich...Go in peace and affection, you two. Feel free to stay and dance the night away if you still want to."
Mich stared at her for a moment, and then answered. "No, there's something else we want to do, Silvia, but thank you. Wonderful club you have here, and we had a great time. C'mon, Jo, let's go."
And with her highly aroused charge calling out another weak, "I'm sorry," over her shoulder, Mich ushered her friend out of the bathroom, past a surprised Gretchen, and along the edge of the dance floor towards the door, "All the Things She Said", t.A.T.u.'s dance song chronicling the angst of two young lesbian lovers, pounding out over the club's sound system now. They made their way slowly through the throng, a throng that had seemed to have grown even larger since they had first headed to the bathroom.
Jo was still leaning against her stronger friend for support, all the liquor and excitement and arousal continuing to hit her, leaving her weak and unsteady. She gasped softly as they worked through all the women in their way, the inadvertent touches and scrapings almost too much for her to stand.
One casually dressed young woman, seeing their approach, deliberately changed position so as to create a narrow opening for them to pass through. Jo had to turn sideways, facing the woman, in order to squeeze through, moaning heavily as their breasts slid slowly over each other's, her own nipples already hard and sensitive, obvious even through her blouse and brassiere. The young woman smiled dreamily at her, reaching up a hand to run it along Jo's shoulder as she passed out of reach through the crowd. As Jo then moved to try to get right up behind Mich so that such a thing wouldn't happen again, the woman turned back to her friends, pointing at the departing couple, telling them what had just happened.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Evelyn had moved to the sink to try to clean herself up some, while Shannon was trying to apologize to her Mistress, the elfin-like sub almost in tears, stunned that she had been so wrong, it seemed.
"I thought for sure, Mistress...You know me, and you know I can sense the kind of woman you're looking for." She lowered her head, shaking it slowly. "I was really certain about Jo."
Mistress Silvia reached out, lifting her apologetic slave's chin with one well-manicured finger. "Relax dear, you were right about her...we both were. It's just obvious she had more pressing matters to attend to. And I do admire her loyalty. Just as I admire yours, Shannon," she finished, leaning down to kiss her slave gently on the lips. Straightening, she smiled down at her attractive slave, now showing her a wry, teasing grin.
"You really wanted her, didn't you, baby?"
"Yes, Mistress, I really did," Shannon sighed, staring at the closed bathroom door through which Jo and Mich had just exited. "There was just something about her...you know?"
"Yes, I know," the smiling domme replied, staring at the door herself, her left arm snaking around her slave's waist once again. She raised her right hand, making a "V" with her fingers, and within five seconds, Heidi, as always totally anticipating her Mistress' wishes, had placed a cigarette there. She produced a lighter just as quickly, had it lit and up to the tip of the cigarette at Silvia's first deep inhalation. Standing at attention beside her owner, Heidi joined them in staring at the back of the door, her own thoughts wistful; having liked the two newcomers from the moment she saw them.
After the pensive, older woman had fully exhaled her large drag, the blue-white smoke filling that area of the bathroom where they stood, drifting up slowing into the recessed halogens illuminating them, she spoke quietly, almost as if to herself...
"Besides, perhaps we have not seen the last of our dear friend Jo. One can never tell what might happen."