Chapter Five: The Good, the Bad & Dirty
Authors Note: This chapter contains some subject matter that some people may find distasteful in the last scene. Read at your own discretion. The rest of the story can still be enjoyed without reading the final scene.
"Wow, what a great day!" Britany said. She was evidently excited to be at Lori and Eric's condo. The sun was shining and she wore a vintage dress from the 50's. "I couldn't never afford a place this close to the lake! This is awesome! Thanks so much for inviting me."
Britany, Lori and Catrina had gotten together to hang out at Lori's condominium. They were spending the afternoon drinking beer and having some girl talk about D/S stuff like relationships and contracts. It was one of those rare warm spring days. The three of them stood out on the balcony admiring the view of the lake and Toronto Island.
Catrina did not understand why Britany had to be there. Talk about a third wheel! She thought. Well okay, it was clear to her that Britany was one of Lori's new friends. In addition, it was obvious that Lori wanted to include her as
one of the girls
. However, in Catrina's mind, Britany was not very interesting. It was nothing against Britany personally. Catrina found her friendly enough and although she was on the larger side, she still thought Britany had a pretty face and was attractive in her own way. She could even be funny at times! Nevertheless, she just was not the kind of person Catrina would be friends with normally. The problem was Britany was a
little
. That meant she liked to act like a little girl sometimes. Catrina found littles to be annoying. Well, at least she did not talk to everyone in a
little girl voice
, but the whole
My Little Pony
thing was just too much for Catrina. She could not sit watching a children's cartoon all day and find that enjoyable. Catrina was a grown woman. She was not a little, babygirl or a princess. She thought of herself as a submissive and slave with no special twist on it. On Fetlife, she listed herself as a brat. That was also true.
Catrina liked what she had going with Lori these last few months. She was the first person in the lifestyle to meet Lori in person. She was concerned that Britany was going to get in the way of that friendship. Catrina was not jealous.
Well, she didn't think she was
. She was just protective of her new friend. Lori was fresh to the whole BDSM scene. Catrina felt like her guide. Unofficially, of course, but still she felt kind of like a teacher to her. There was so much that Lori could learn that Catrina wanted to show her. It was a weird sort of relationship because Lori at 35, was actually older then Catrina who was only 32. Yet their dominants, Eric and Sven, were both 40. Catrina always found it interesting how younger women always seemed to be attracted to older men, including herself. Why did it always happen that way? She pondered.
"So much better then spring time back home," Catrina commented. She dangled the beer bottle casually over the edge. It swung as if it could drop at any moment and yet Catrina never let go of it. "Sometimes I miss it, but this time of year it will be raining a lot. The weather is sometimes better here."
"Why did you leave Belgium to come here?" Lori enquired her.
Lori had never asked her that before. Catrina was touched that Lori was interested. She replied. "It's a long story. I don't know if you want to hear it all."
"I think it is really cool that you're from Europe," Britany added. "I would love to hear about it."
Lori nodded in agreement.
Catrina sighed. She would tell some of it at least. Where should she start though? She looked at the beer bottle in her hand and began. "I love all this craft beer you have here now," she commented. She looked at the label on the bottle. It was a from a small batch brewery downtown. "It's things like this that remind me of home the most. When I first came here, they didn't have all these craft places. I hated the watered down generic beer that everybody drank. It was all the same. But I love all these little craft places. Back home almost every town had its own brewery. Every place is unique. Now that's starting to happen here."
"That sounds awesome! What's Belgium like?" Britany asked. She took a sip from her own bottle and leaned against the railing a few feet away from Catrina.
"Belgium isn't very big. Well at least not when compared to Canada. You have so much space here. Where I grew up, it was mostly rural. It is a lot like northern France. I grew up in a small farming community in west side of Flanders, near the French border. Everyone spoke either Dutch, Flemish or even French. In my house, we spoke Dutch and Flemish. I took English and French in school and I had friends who spoke those languages, so I'm pretty good in both. You know this city scared me when I first saw it. I never been to a big city before. I always live out in the country. I had never seen a city so big or so diverse before." Catrina took a sip of her beer before continuing. "Where I come from there wasn't much. Farm fields and livestock. I didn't want to marry a farmer and raise a bunch of children. That's not me. So, in the nearest town I got a job working tables at a local pub. Not a bad job, I got a real taste for beer, wine and other spirits there!" She raised her bottle in a silent cheer and took a big swig. The other girls laughed.