It was a breezy Saturday morning. The birds were chirping, the sky was blue, and the air was warm. It was the month of April and Spring had finally sprung which rendered the air warmer.
Michelle felt said warm breeze against her brown face. She stirred in her sleep as a piece of black hair fell onto her forehead from up under her silk scarf. She turned over onto her right side facing her doorway and bedside table with an alarm clock that wasn't flashing which meant she had gotten up before her alarm clock went off. She sighed and pushed her pale pink comforter from her body. She laid there, letting the wind breeze over her half clothe clad body. She wore a pair of pink silk shorts that stopped a few inches below her ass and a pink silk cropped t-shirt. She felt a chill rise through her dark skin as she finally sat up.
Her single roomed apartment was quiet as she put her slippers on and closed the window. She then walled into her small kitchen. She saw that her laptop was lit up with an email. She walked over to her Keurig and popped in her favorite dark roast and walked over to her laptop curiously.
She sat down at the small two seated table and checked out her laptop. It was a Facebook message. She opened it and found that it was from her best friend, Natasha.
Hey, Sweetie Pie. Still up for the gathering tonight?
Michelle felt her face heat up. In all her twenty one years of living, she had never felt her face heat hotter than that moment. Michelle looked down at the keys of her fourth generation Surface Pro 4 she had gotten from her mother as a house- er, apartment warming present. To say she was nervous was an understatement.
Michelle stood from her seat in the kitchen and walked into the living room and sat down on her rose gold fluffy couch where her phone was. When she sat, she picked up the large devices and used her fingerprint to open it. She scrolled to her messenger and then through it. She found the blip that said
'Nash'
. Nash was Natasha's nickname. Nash swore that her mother either hated her or was high on meds when she was born to give her gay daughter a name like Natasha. Michelle always laughed and told her that there was no logical reason that any of that was true and Nash smirked begrudgingly and agreed.
Once the messenger screen appeared. She scrolled up through until a picture appeared. She tapped on it to enlarge the picture. It was a black and red background invitation. It was personalized to Michelle Towers and that made her even more nervous.
Michelle Towers,
You are cordially invited to the House of Black for a Night of Play with the theme 'Leather and Lace'
Hosted By: Natasha Edwards and Theodore Connors
Location: House of Black, 1432 Monte Station, North Mont Plaza
Date: Twentieth day of April
Time: 9 pm
MUST R.S.V.P. GREEN/YELLOW/RED
BY the TWELFTH of APRIL
Michelle had the physical copy of the invitation but looking at it made it too real. She bit her lip and began typing a message to Nash. I don't know she typed and waited. It was early so she want expecting to get a reply just yet. She laid her head back and sighed, almost regretting that Nash had found up.
Two years ago, a nineteen year old Michelle sat in her best friends black Old Victorian home. Michelle thought it was beautiful. Her twenty six year old, at the time, friend had wonderful taste in decor showcasing the colors black, grey, a deep red color. She and Nash were in Nash's bedroom. Nash was scrolling through her Instagram and Michelle was trying to organize her older friends' closet. Said closet was huge with red and black accents. It was split in two rows with rack and shoe space on both sides. She was almost done organizing the individual sides when she stumbled to a door. Michelle was confused. She realized the closet was huge but a door?
"Nash, what's this door." The small girl called out. What Michelle didn't see was Natasha's eyes widened as she stumbled and fell out of her bed. Michelle did hear the tumble but she assumed Nash dropped something and turned the shiny brass knob and almost fell into the- urm, room?
Nash was there in the doorway as Michelle walked deeper into the room. She was intrigued, they both were. Nash though that Michelle would've run away by now. Her lifestyle wasn't anything to be ashamed of but some people tended to take BDSM and turn into an excuse to abuse people, therefore giving her beloved lifestyle a bad name. Nash swallowed as she watched Michelle curiously look around what she called her Playroom. Nash was caught off guard, though. Michelle seemed way more curious than disturbed. She wasn't curious in the ' ooh, what's this do' sort of way but the 'I wonder how this would feel' sort of way. Natasha narrowed her deep brown eyes on Michelle.
"Its a specially made paddle." Michelle jumped at the sound of Nash's voice. She forgot where she was for a moment. She held up the black object and studied it. It's wood was smooth and it had holes in it. There was a black wrist strap at the end.
"What is this place, Nash?" Natasha walked into the room, studied around, and smiled. This room was red. The walls were red, the bed and suspension bars were grey. All of her toys were organized in groups of likeness and then alphabetical order within that likeness. She had a section where there was four pairs of handcuffs on the floor situated around a cushion built into the floor. There were scarves, masks, handcuffs, zip wire, ropes, and tape. The room was light and motion sensitive. There were also trigger played in the floor too. So in all. Nash was proud of her Playroom.
"My Playroom." Nash said proudly. Michelle turned, confused.
"Playroom?" Nash smiled at Michelle. She sees the curiosity in Michelle's eyes. She walked over to girl and took her hand to pull her out. She closed her Playroom, door and closet door behind them and sat the girl on her large bed.
"What you just saw is where I keep all my equipment." Nash said. She hoped Michelle would ask questions, or just give her a sign that she wasn't going to call their long friendship quits but she didn't.
