Chapter 3: Making friends
I took another long sip from the glass in front of me. My smile disappeared as I grimaced from the taste. This was not the fruity cocktail I was used to. No mixer tainted this concoction of liquors. This was pure and undiluted. My lips tingled but that might have something to do with those sweet lips that were just caressing mine. Looking in the mirror I saw my smile had returned. In addition to my smile I found my dance partner had also returned.
Sitting on my stool she stood a head taller then me. With a gentle tug she pulled on the lock securing the collar around my neck. Her eyes turned form the collar to the mirror. I was staring at her while she was looking at me. I blushed slightle from the attention; she just giggled then wrapped her arms around me. Bending down she lightly rested her chin on my shoulder wrapping one hand around my chest she pulled me back into her. It was impossible to not notice the arm that wrapped around my chest and the hand now clutching my boob. Her other hand was in front of me dangling a shiny key.
"So is this going to unlock anything interesting?" she asked with a raised eye brow.
"Unfortunately no. Those areas need a combination." The words slipped out of my lips without any thought. A tinkle of exhilaration titillated my senses. I had just flirted with her. I was actually flirting with another girl.
I couldn't help but admire her beauty, she was wicked hot. Her outfit gave every boy a hard on and made my pussy wet. Well, it made me wetter anyways. Her black leather trench coat hung down to her calves but was left open in the front to proudly display her amazing body. Her waist was drawn in by a dark red leather corset that heft up her enormous boobs placing them elegantly on display.
Her most private area was scantily covered by the tight red leather thong which perfectly matched the corset and gloves that disappeared beneath the sleeves of the coat. The boots were something else. Colored in red to match everything else her hooker heels made her stand tall at six feet and wrapped her legs in leather from toe to thigh. Her attire screamed fuck me fuck you but her delicate embrace hinted at a compassionate soft side hidden beneath the aggressive leather.
"We'll I guess I'm just going to have to help you find those," she said as she licked my ear. "I'll put this one here for safe keeping." Her fingers plunged between my breasts and deposited the key in my cleavage.
I shuttered as a chill hit me. I was beyond excited at this point. She picked up the drink from the counter and held it to my lips
"Finish this and we'll go have some fun,"
She tilled the glass up and I had no choice but to swallow the liquid pouring into my mouth. Quickly placing the empty glass on the table she didn't even give me the chance to catch my breath from the long chug. I was pulled to my feet marched back to the dance floor.
The two of us were out on the dance floor. Others danced around us while the rest of the bar simply watched. I realized twenty minutes had passed when the toys within me sprung back to life. Their vibrations were just as strong as before but this time their effect was greatly reduced. At first I was thankful that the batteries were bad and dying off early but as I took stock of my body I realized the vibrations weren't any weaker. My whole body was going numb; my mind was in a daze. All those drinks were hitting me and hitting me hard. Time became a blur. I wasn't even aware of the fact that my kinky dance partner was collecting keys from the crowd until she deposited a few in my cleavage.
I didn't realize it but I had completely forgotten my fears of being in public locked into my clothes. I had no problem dancing with other people, at least from a confidence standpoint. The restrictive clothing still inhibited any amount of grace on my part. It wasn't long before I was constantly being interrupted to pose for pictures. I couldn't even begin to count how many eager people wanted a picture with me. Eventually I was so distracted by everything going on that I had completely forgotten about the vibrators buzzing away inside of me.
Dancing had helped my body burn off some of the alcohol in my system. Eventually I started to regain a few of my senses. It was during a picture with a guy hugging me from behind that my self-consciousness returned. As he wandered off with a new image on his cell phone I realized what he had just taken a picture of. I had been too drunk and focused on the camera to notice he had lifted up my skirt to expose my chastity belt.
A wave of embarrassment rushed over me. I couldn't believe I had a picture of me like that be taken. An immense wave of dread rushed through me. We had just talked for a few minutes but I couldn't remember the conversation. Did I tell him my name? I couldn't remember but that didn't stop a shiver from running through my body. I was shaken from my thoughts as my dance partner suddenly grabbed me and led me to the bar.
She ordered a round of drinks while I suddenly became aware of the vibrations between my legs. Although the alcohol-induced numbness did reduce the effect of the vibrations, it certainly didn't inhibit them. It wasn't long before my sobering body was once again responding to the teasing tingle within me. This time was different than before. Instead of ramping the toys up to full and sending me into an immediate orgasm the person in control was choosing to throttle them down just as I got close to climax keeping me on the torturous brink.
My dance partner handed me a double shot which I took immediately. I wanted to numb my body to fight off the effects of the vibrations. As soon I put the glass back on the table, she handed me a second. Apparently I was the only one doing shots. I didn't think much of it. Instead, I pounded it and hoped it would start working fast. My legs were going weak as the vibrations lingered at their peak. I had to excuse myself as my friend returned to the dance floor.
Stepping away from the bar I found Megan was standing in the shadows watching me. I immediately started walking towards her and quickly became thankful of the fact the toys were being throttled down. As I walked up to her Megs was looking past me to the dance floor and the girl I had been dancing with.
"So it looks like you've managed to find a friend," Megan said. She smiled as she said it but the smile was forced and the happiness in her voice stressed.
"Yeah, I don't really know who she is but yeah, we've been hanging out."
"Well I didn't mean to disturb your fun. I'm on break for a couple minutes and I thought I'd come down and check on you." She glanced over at the bar with a hesitant look. "If you want I can get you another drink before I go back upstairs."
Her hesitation at offering me a drink and the fact she had to get it for me quickly sobered me back up. This was a realm I didn't belong to, at least not for a few more months. I was a minor in a bar and I didn't even have a fake ID to try and bluff my way into belonging here. Serving a minor is a major offence even if the bartender thought the person was of legal age. Suddenly I was very self-conscious of all the attention I had received on the dance floor. My confidence was rapidly deteriorating fearing Megan might have to throw me out of the bar for my age to protect herself and to protect the club. On top of all that a part of me was suddenly feeling devastated thinking I had just blown my chances with Megan, who I was finding extremely attractive.
"No, I don't need another drink. Actually I think I've had too many. I desperately need to pee and I'm not even close to having all the numbers for the locks on my belt."
"Well I can take care of that. I'm pretty sure potty stops qualify as a legitimate reason to unlock you're belt," Megan paused. "At least for a little bit anyways."
Megan led me away from the dance floor and up the stairs. Instead of leading me to the bathrooms that were just off to the right she led me over to the main bar and the doorway behind it. This was the staff only section, which meant I would actually get some privacy.
I couldn't help but notice the high energy Megan had shown when Steph and I had first come in was now gone. Her mood had changed and being around her just felt awkward. I knew my outfit wasn't even close to being normal bar apparel but coupled with my behavior on the dance floor I figured it must have just been too much. How was I supposed to know how to act in a bar? Until tonight I had never set foot in a bar. It was only because of Stephanie's influence that I had gotten into here and with her gone now there wasn't much stopping them from throwing me out. I knew I needed to apologize to Megan but I just didn't know how. I was having fun despite a few embarrassing moments and really didn't want to have to leave the bar but more importantly I didn't want to leave Megan.
The back of the bar was a maze. I was lost almost immediately. Partially I was inebriated but mostly I was just lost in thought. Knocking first, Megs opened a door revealing the bathroom. The room was a normal sized bathroom and easily fit the two of us inside. In my head I said a little thank you for not having to endure the embarrassment of having Megs unlock my belt out in the hallway. As soon as Megan clicked the lock on the door I pulled up my skirt. It was one of those actions where you do it without even realizing what you are doing. I was really feeling the need to pee and didn't want to delay it for a second more. Megan just stopped and stared at my belt and raised skirt with a funny smile on her face. My face turned three shades of crimson realizing it looked like I was flashing her. I just couldn't stop myself, I really needed to pee.
"Wow, Steph wasn't joking when she said you are on a serious pro-abstinence campaign right now," she said as she knelt down to examine the belt. Her face showed what looked like shock at the thought of actually giving up on sex.
Abstinence? Was she insane? How could she think I wouldn't want sex when I have two vibrators in me. What on earth did Steph tell her about me? Oh shit, please no. I kept cursing in my head. Did Steph say something to Megan to make Megs think I wanted to stay locked in the belt for a long time. Near panic I suddenly thought about the possibility that Megan might have believed I wanted the belt locked on until I actually found every number for the combinations regardless of the fact it could take days.
"Oh god no. I'm extremely pro-sex. Believe me, I want sex right now so badly I couldn't even begin to explain it. That's why this morning I strapped this belt on with a vibrator in my pussy. Believe me I want to have sex. I want more sex then I can handle. This morning I wired the remote for the vibrator into the motion sensor in the store so that I'd spend an entire day being stimulated whether I like it or not. The whole point of getting the belt was to lock vibrators in so I couldn't take them out. I want to be forced to endure more excitement than I could handle. The only reason I'm pro-abstinence is because Steph put a locks on that I don't have the combinations to."
Words steamed out of my lips without pre-thought. I was drunk and horny. I desperately wanted to trade out this artificial cock with anything else but couldn't. I desperately didn't want to spend a could days with this belt on. With drunkenness teaming up with horniness any filters on my thoughts which normally would be in place were now gone.
Megan giggled a little.
