Megan looked over the rim of her wine glass at Crystal, more thoughts of sex with the redhead stirred in her head. Her body looked so luscious and she envisioned attacking her naked body which was hidden beneath the soft terry cloth robe. The more she thought of Crystal submitting to her, the stronger the tingling sensations between her thighs became. They signaled her desire for more wicked sex her with the delicious redhead. Taking a small sip of wine, she smiled demurely at Crystal, remembering Connor telling her how her husband had dominated her in his office. On a whim, she packed a few toys in her large brown bag in hopes that she might be able to dominate this beautiful redhead. Connor also mentioned it might be a long night filled with sex and that was more than alright with her. She loved sex whether it was with a man or woman or both, the more the merrier.
She glanced at the men at the bar. Charles was behind the bar and Connor sat on a stool sipping their drinks. They were probably discussing some sporting event and she noted Charles opted for bourbon while Connor favored scotch whiskey. When they happened to turn toward her, she gave them a cutesy smile. The kind of smile that one gives when they have something devious up their sleeve. While wicked thoughts roamed around in her head, she wondered what devious thoughts were rolling around in their heads.
One more sip and she decided it was time to put her plan in motion. Scooting closer to the redhead, Megan put her hand on Crystal's thigh, telling her about the fashion industry. She expressed how she was a clothing designer and the industry was in a bit of a recession with the high inflation rate. Rising prices had taken a toll on the industry and the high-end stores she had contracts with were not renewing some of their purchases. Squeezing Crystal's thigh, a little harder, she mentioned that with the economy not looking very good for the next few years, she was thinking of opening her own boutique.
Crystal's eyes widened at blonde's comment, impressed that this blonde had a head on her shoulders. Her first thoughts of Megan were not that of a businesswoman who would strike out on her own. No, she took Megan to be more a woman who looked for thrills. As the blonde's fingers tightened and then rubbed small circles on her thigh, she realized you can never judge a book by its cover. Her fingers triggered sensual thoughts and staring into her eyes, she saw Megan in a whole new light. Not only was she sexy, she was smart.
"If you have some samples maybe some of the women, I know at the country club, could help you get started."
"That would be wonderful Crystal." Megan shifted a little and took another sip of wine.
Crystal watched the glass touch the blonde's lips and then asked, "where are you thinking of opening a store?"
Megan hesitated for a moment and then mentioned that there was a store front on Popular Street.
The street name immediately piqued Crystal's interest. It was the same street where the Black Rose club was located. Memories of being manhandled by Mistress Savannah and her husband poured into her brain. With a little hesitancy, she asked, "Do you know of a club in that area called the Black Rose."
Megan's eyes arched and a smile brightened her face. Her fingers ventured a bit higher on Crystal's thigh. "Why yes I do. Connor and I have been to the club a few times and enjoyed the floor shows." Megan thought of the men and women her and Connor watched being put through some very rigorous punishment. "I heard the woman who owns the club is from the west coast." Hesitating for a moment, she looked away as if trying to remember something. After a very brief moment, she asked absentmindedly, "What's her name?"
Crystal saw her trying to remember and she kept quiet. What would she think if she knew Sylvia, aka Mistress Savannah, was her best friend? Throwing caution to the wind, she smiled at the blonde. Her name is Mistress Savannah."
"Oh wow, that's right. Do you know her?"
Crystal's eyes cast downward as if she was afraid to admit it. But then she said, "Yes, I do. She's a friend of ours. We've only been to her club once but are looking forward to returning soon." Remembering how Sylvia and Charles disciplined her spiraled in her brain and she felt a familiar tingle cascading down her spine.
Megan was surprised by Crystal's response, squeezing her thigh a bit harder. With a naughty smile, she said, "I didn't take you for the type to go to that kind of place." She knew better but feigned surprise. Connor's descriptive activity between her and her husband in his office left little doubt that she would enjoy the shows. She hesitated, staring deep into Crystal's sparkling eyes. There was more to this redhead than what she saw in the bedroom a little while ago. Rubbing her upper thigh near the hip joint, she whispered, "Maybe we can go together sometime."
Crystal thought about attending with this luscious blonde. What would it be like to go with her and Connor? She hesitated, casting her eyes downward and then when she tried to speak there was a stammer in her voice. "That...... that sounds like it would be a lot of fun."
Megan picked up on her hesitant answer, again thinking about the things Connor had seen and told her about the office sex. The redhead was a submissive and she remembered feeling her heart leap when Connor told her she would love playing with her. Giving Crystal a sly smile, she pushed her fingers between Crystal's thighs, feeling them easily part. There was no denying the wetness she felt on her fingertips. This woman was getting sexually aroused. Rubbing her fingertips up and down the soft fleshy folds, she asked huskily, "I understand you're a submissive?"
Crystal was surprised by Megan's bluntness. Lowering her eyes, the way a submissive would when confronted by a more dominate person, Crystal knew she couldn't deny it. The fact that she was bound to the bed when Megan arrived should have been sufficient evidence of her kinky nature. But now, sitting on the sofa and feeling her fingertips teasing her pussy lips, she knew she had to admit to a total stranger that she was a submissive. "Uhhh, yes I'm a submissive," she answered in a very quiet voice.
Megan's smile broadened the way a warrior did when they knew they had the upper hand. Pressing her fingertips harder against Crystal's soft folds, she slipped a finger inside the moist passageway, feeling the creamy mixture of her desire. Megan cooed in a soft tone, "Well baby, you're in luck because I like to take the lead. I'm not into any serious discipline like the kind at the Black Rose but I do have a few toys that will surely make you hot and fucking horny."
Crystal lifted her head and her eyes met Megan's sparkling orbs. "You brought toys?"
