PART 1 - Paula's Initiation
I had never been in that bar before. It was in a part of town where nice girls like me usually don't go. It surprised me that my friend had told me it was the right place for me to understand her.
"Come tonight Paula," she said. "You'll finally get the answers to what you've been wondering about me."
My 22 years and a few failed relationships behind me made me feel that I needed a spin in my love life. My friend had promised me a revelation that would blow me away. And there I was, a little anxious to get in, not knowing what I would find inside.
For some reason I had dressed in black on that evening. It felt appropriate, given that I was in a darker part of the town, or maybe I needed to show a darker part of myself. Tight leather skirt, a tight top slightly over my belly button, hair on a ponytail. I was wearing some make up: black eyeliner, and dark lipstick. I needed that. I needed to feel I looked daring enough in order to have the courage to go in. A deep breath and I crossed the doorway.
It was surprisingly "normal" inside. A first glance didn't reveal anything out of the ordinary. There was a long counter on the right side, with a neon light running all the way over it, keeping the area dimly illuminated. Several people were by the counter, talking casually. I walked, slowly, trying not to look like a rookie, but paying attention to the details. The area on my left was filled by comfortable couches around each table. Several groups were sitting there. I looked, searching for my friend, as I felt many pairs of eyes on me.
"Who's this one?" I imagined them asking. "Fresh meat to be savored..." they were probably thinking.
I couldn't read their thoughts, but I was sure that they were undressing me with their eyes. Realizing all that desire focused on me made me feel confident. Like when we're trying out a new dress that fits marvelously and even our way of walking changes, as if we floated. That's how I suddenly felt, trying out not a new dress, but a new self.
By the end of the room there was a passage to a larger hall. I entered it, almost bumping into some muscled guy who obviously made sure he'd get a good rub on my breasts. I thought "why not?" and let him do it. He smiled and walked on, ignoring me. Yes, I was feeling daring, I was feeling in control.
This new room was even darker than the previous one. The walls were covered in some purple velvet-like cloth. Very shiny, yet very mysterious. There was a sort of stage on the opposite side. And more tables scattered around, each surrounded by small couches. The room was very crowded, but there was a cozy feeling to it, and I could start to see how different this place was from those where I used to hang out.
It was not only in the way people dressed, though provokingly that was. It was not only their behavior, though sexy it was. There was a kind of sexual aura. As if each and every ensemble was engaged in some deep flirting. A closer look showed me that this flirting happened regardless of gender. I'd seen a gay couple fondling each other's faces. I'd seen two women kissing. I'd seen several straight couples initiating very intimate contact. I was lost in these arousing thoughts when...
"Paula baby, over here." my friend was calling me from one of the tables on my left.
I smiled and approached. I almost said, "Hi Su..." when she interrupted me with her hand on my lips.
"Not my real name dear. Here I'm simply Mistress Sadie."
I smiled and added teasingly, "Yes Mistress Sadie."
She looked at me with a look I had never seen in her eyes before. As if she was studying me from head to foot. Coldly, her eyes wandered through my body in such a way that a chill trespassed me all over.
"Mmmmm, I think I like the way that sounds coming from your mouth, Paula." by the end of her line I was paralyzed.
"Well Paula, come and meet the gang," she said, breaking the spell. "This is Mark over here," she pointed to a tall blonde guy, "This is Juliet, Mark's new girlfriend," she indicated the small brunette leaning to him.
With a small move she pointed the woman on her right who had been piercing me with her eyes all the time.
"And that's Anna. Be careful with her, she's a horny lesbian, who leaves this bar with someone new each night. I think she has her eyes set on you."
I smiled at her while everyone laughed. She simply winked at me, and I felt another chill, this time crawling down my spine. By now I knew this night would be memorable.
As I took my place on the empty couch I asked pointing at a girl, younger than the rest of us, surely only 19 or 20 years old, who kept herself kneeling on the floor, apparently not interested on the conversations the others were having.
"And who's that on the floor?"
"Oh, she has no name," Mistress Sadie said. "She's just my worthless my slave. She answers only to me, anyway. But we've been calling her Fluffy, because I was just telling everyone how fluffy her little bush is."
