This story is mainly set in a fantasy world in which our laws of sex and biology a different. It's over the top in some ways, so don't take it too seriously. It's just a bit of fun.
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The woman was on her sixth pint of beer, and was borderline drunk.
She knew however, that she was not yet entirely drunk, because she had a method of knowing when she was. She asked herself if she was drunk. If she said to herself, "I am", then she knew she was sober and could have another drink. According to her logic, it is one you start saying "I'm not drunk", when you know you are, as in the sentence, "Look, I'm not drunk. I can drive, I'm perfectly capable of driving," before landing face-first on the floor.
The woman in question was in her early-to-mid twenties with shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, and was wearing quite a smart looking blouse and trousers. She was half-way through her beer when another woman sat down beside her. "Are you alright?" said the stranger.
"Oh, I've had worse days," said the first woman, as she lifted the glass to her lips.
"What's your name?"
The woman gulped some more beer down her throat and put the glass down. "Sue," she answered, "and yours?"
"Dominique."
"Isn't that a boy's name?" asked Sue.
"It might be. Doesn't bother me though."
Sue looked Dominique up and down. It might have been the alcohol in her system finally taking advantage of her, but she thought Dominique was dressed entirely in black leather. Leather boots, leather trousers, leather top, leather gloves. Dominique's fingers interested Sue most through. Her fingernails were quite long. Almost claw like. She also had quite a big bosom with big buttocks to match, while her waist was rather small in comparison.
In the end, Sue had to ask her, "What's with all the leather?"
Dominique came straight back with, "I like it. There's nothing wrong it that, is there?"
"Make's you look like one of those, those, oh what do you call them? Err... dominatrixeseses."
"It fits the name," Dominique replied jokingly.
Sue giggled a bit and went back to her drink, sighing. Dominique turned to her, "Something the matter then?"
"Yeah, everything. Had a job interview today. I won't get it through."
"What makes you think that then?"
"Well," Sue started, "I went to the interview, and it was all going well for the first few moments. Then I noticed that the man chairing the interview was looking at me all over. I was wondering what this meant..." Sue paused, drank some more beer, then continued, "and then, as I went to leave, the chairman showed me to the door, shook my hand, and then all of a sudden his other hand grabbed my arse."
"Oh," said Dominique, in a seemingly non-committed manner.
"Well, that's sexual harassment isn't it? So, I slapped him across the face, I told him what I thought of him, and stormed out."
"I see," said Dominique, in the same tone as before. She appeared to be slightly confused by what was being discussed here.
"Bloody men. Bunch of wankers the lot of them."
Sue finished her drink. Dominique, seeing an opportunity, said, "Would you like another one?"
For a moment, Sue's self-drunkenness questioning flew out of the window, as she concentrated more on the offer put before her. "Oh, thank you very much. I'll have the same again. Get something for yourself while your there."
"I don't think I will," said Dominique, paying for Sue's seventh pint. As Sue drank, Dominique asked her, "Tell me, if you could have anything you want in the world, what would it be?"
Sue paused and gave it some thought. It was not a very long paused mind, nor was it a very deep thought. "Right, first of all, no more fucking men. Second of all...err... chocolate! I want loads of chocolate. I want is coming out my arse! And several other orificeseseses for that matter. Third, the chance to meet someone who is really sexy. A lot of people who are really sexy actually."
Dominique grinned, "Hmm... I think I could arrange that. Anything else?"
Sue paused again. "I quite like cats," she said eventually.
"Bingo," Dominique thought to herself, "I think she might be it."
Throughout the rest of the night. Sue kept drinking and Dominique kept buying the drinks. Eventually, Sue passed out. Dominique turned to the man behind the bar and said, "Don't worry, I'll take her back to my place to sober up," and that is what she did.
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Sue turned over in the bed. She left something rubbing against her head, which was problematic enough as she was already suffering from a hangover. It felt somewhat furry. It also felt somewhat rubbery. She opened her eyes and noticed that her pillow cover was a very shiny black. She felt it. It was indeed rubber. After stroking it, she then noticed her hand. Her fingernails were a lot longer and claw-like than they were the night before.
Sue then looked around and noticed that not just one pillow, but all the pillows that were rubber. In fact, the cover of her mattress was also covered in rubber, white in this case. This was definitely not her bed. She turned around, and felt the mattress move in a bizarre fashion. It was like a waterbed. Her tongue rubbed against her teeth, which she noticed were much more fang-like than before. This thought was soon put out of her mind after she noticed what the rest of the room looked like.
The cover of the duvet was in a black-and-white chequered pattern. The bed was directly opposite a large window, with purple curtains closed in front of it. There was a door to the right-hand side of the room with a range of shelves next to it, full of books, knick-knacks and the like. On the left-hand side of the room was a large wardrobe. Nearer to the bed was a pair of bedside tables. The one on the left had a clock (it read 6:48am) and a small lamp. The one on the right had a large book on it, with a pen on top of it. There was also a tea mat there.
