Chapter 11
"Oh, you're no fun," Sam chuckled quietly before planting a light kiss on her girlfriend's cheek.
Anna gave her a sarcastic look side-eyed, then rolled her eyes with a smile and downed a full quarter of her beer. The two were sitting at the bar, having discovered through a flyer on the notice board in the dorm hallway that there was a student bar on campus. Oddly, it was not in the student center, instead at the gym building. Sam had pointed out it made sense after a bit of thought, as bars and sports did go together. It had taken them a good 15 minutes to walk to get to it, but once inside, they had looked at each other and smiled.
It wasn't that it was tacky or even dressed up as some kind of old-school Georgia tavern. It was lit well, but still somewhat dimly as was par for the course with bars, but there were booths, open tables, a full 20 stool bar, lots of TV's on the walls and two above the bar, and a small stage that would just about fit a five member band without trouble.
It was styled, instead, sort of modern-retro... subtle neon lighting under the lip of the bar, the typical brands in neon lit up along the wall, a sleek black bar top with a decent service section behind it. It was cozy and welcoming, and suited both women just fine.
Of course, there had been a few looks their way when Sam's stiletto heels of her boots had cracked out her steps on the hardwood floor, accompanied by the thumping of Anna's chunky heels. There had also been a few knowing smiles as they had walked over to the bar, hand in hand, fingers interlaced. It still didn't quite feel real to Anna, that she had struggled so long back home with relationships, trying to find the right one, and within a day of meeting her roommate, she was certain that she had found her soulmate.
"I am plenty fun," she finally retorted, turning and looking Sam directly in the eye, then winked. "You know j-j-just how fun I am, love."
Sam's wicked grin showed she knew exactly what Anna was meaning.
"I didn't mean it that way, silly," she playfully gave Anna the lightest of slaps on the cheek. "I meant, why don't you like football?"
Sam's gesture to the game between... one team and another team, Anna didn't really care... on the TV emphasized her question. In truth, Anna had never really found it exciting, as it was really just 5 minutes of standing around, 10 seconds of running, then another 5 minutes of standing around. She would rather watch grass grow or paint dry, and it was also why she didn't like baseball. Sure, it was a strategic game that had a ton of intricacy, but if you weren't completely immersed in it, it was b-o-r-i-n-g.
"Because it's so damned slow," Anna voiced her thoughts. "Now, t-t-take hockey or rugby or a sport like that, where it's constantly go-go-go, that's much more my kind of thing."
Sam made a face, then picked up her own beer and took a sip.
"I guess I can understand, with what's up here," she said, tapping Anna's forehead gently. "I'm.... having to look at a lot of things through a new lens with you. Not that that's a bad thing," she held up a hand as Anna opened her mouth to reply. "It is actually a great thing, as opposing viewpoints on a lot of topics can lead to healthy discussion and maybe even a changed mind."
Anna nodded.
"I don't know how best to say it," Anna responded after a few moments thought. "It's like there are a m-million little things bouncing around inside my skull, and when t-there's a lot of action or movement, those things all turn to look. If there's a lot of nothing... they go back to bouncing around. It can be f-f-f-frustrating beyond words a lot of the time. It's the same if I hear very sudden, very l-loud noises, it causes all those things to flee to t-the other side of my head, and I overload and either scream my head off or go cuh-catatonic for a few seconds." She sighed heavily. "What I would g-g-g-give to be normal."
"Babe," Sam leaned over and gave her a kiss, "you're perfect as you are. I don't think I would have fallen in love so fast, so hard, if you were
normal
normal. The way you look at things, the way you see things in a totally different light than I do, the way that you somehow are such a positive and happy person despite being handed some pretty shitty circumstances in your life..."
Anna gave a small smile, then took a decent swing of her beer, before she turned to face Sam again.
"With your n-new viewpoint, then," she reached over and tapped the punk's forehead with a grin, "how would you describe y-your own past... in the s-sense of becoming a camgirl and a do-do- dominatrix...."
Sam pursed her lips, actually giving it a good hard think. She tapped at her chin, looking up at the ceiling for a moment.
"Well, I started before I was 18, just watching porn and trying out a few things on friends from high school. Between graduating and leaving for boot camp, I had about 5 weeks of free time, so I bought some thigh boots, some kinky clothes, and went to a local fetish night."
She smiled at the memory.
"Of course I was nervous, but the organizer saw I was new and showed me around the place. They had a few performances on a small stage, including a pegging session with the Domina tugging and yanking at her subby's balls, and I just wanted to do that."
"But how d-did you go professional?"
"Well, during leaves I would network and connect with other Dominas around the country on some of those fetish websites and social media," she explained. "Asked for tips and tricks as a newbie, got some great advice, got some shit advice, and it was left to me to figure out which was which. I stumbled a few times-"
"You?" Anna grinned, before hiding her smile behind a swig of beer.
"Yes, even I stumbled in my first few sessions, I'm no Mary Sue Miss Perfect fictional character. I had some really hard knocks in my learning how to be a Dominatrix, but practice meant I started to get good at it. Still, it was only an occasional thing before I got a recurring client that wanted me to femdom, findom, and use him as a pegging slut. After that, well... the money started to pile up, and because that client was very well connected, I started to get more and more requests to book sessions."
Sam downed the rest of her beer in one go, as it was only about a quarter left in the huge mug.
"So, because some of them were way far away, I set up a camera, hooked it up to my computer, and before I knew it I was taking requests for big 'donation' dollar amounts, and gave private domination, degradation, and humiliation sessions as well."
"How long w-were you pro?" Anna asked, genuinely interested as she leaned in slightly.
"Well, I got my honorable discharge after just turning 21 by a few days, and I'm 22 and a bit now, so... about 14 months," she tapped her chin in thought. "No, 15 months... forgot that I kept the camgirl thing going right up until I came down here for school."
"Where you m-met me, your newest tr-tr-trainee!" Anna grinned excitedly, "I just w-wish I was normal, so I could have d-done that path myself."
Sam sighed, shook her head, and took the brunette's face in both hands.
"How many times do I need to tell you," she said, pausing to stare deeply into those bottomless emerald jewels that she had for eyes, stroking her cheeks with her thumbs, "you're normal to me. You're perfect to me. You're the best woman I could have ever hoped to fall in love with."
Anna's small smile at the last comment made Sam's heart soar, as it was the woman that she had fallen for in that smile. Innocent, yet dirty and kinky at the same time.
"I mean, you definitely are
not
normal in one department," she smirked as she let her fingers brush
