Allie sat at the bar, ordering a daiquiri and taking the lay of the land. She maintained a coolly detached expression, but her stomach was full of butterflies. This was her first time setting foot in a lesbian bar since she started hormones, and she didn't know how to conduct herself. She'd mastered the rhythms of flirting with guys years ago, and it had led to plenty of successful evenings, but now she yearned for something else.
Girls were an entirely new animal to Allie. It took her realizing she was a woman to figure out she wanted to be with them as well, and the prospect was intimidating. Boys were easy. She could read them like a book and play them like a fiddle, but girls? It was like learning to speak a new language she'd avoided for years. She took a deep breath and a sip of her drink. Calm down, Allie thought, willing herself to stop shaking. You can do this.
Her eyes flicked around the bar. It was a quieter place, with no thumping dance music or screaming patrons, the way Allie preferred. She got overwhelmed at clubs pretty easily, so she was thrilled to find out about the lesbian cocktail bar that had just opened three blocks from her apartment. She'd brought a book in her purse in case her anxiety flared up, but she wanted to at least try to talk to people first. She scanned the marble bar and the surrounding tables, looking for anyone alone, but saw a sea of couples. She sighed and went into her purse to get her book, but then she heard someone clear her throat behind her.
"Is this seat taken?"
Allie turned, and her jaw dropped. The woman standing before her was a vision. At least 6'3", with long black hair in a braid down her back, immaculate features, and shining green eyes. "Anyone home?" she asked, her voice teasing, and Allie realized she still hadn't answered, her mouth hanging open. "Um... n no! Go ahead!" she stammered, trying to compose herself as she broke out in a sweat.
"Lovely," the woman replied, taking a seat. She flagged down the bartender and ordered a martini, then turned and offered her new companion a hand. "I'm Mira," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "Allie," the shorter girl replied, hoping this goddess wouldn't notice how sweaty her palm was. Mira gave her an inscrutable smile, accepting the martini from the bartender. "Melanie, would you be a dear and put this girl's drink on my tab?" Allie stammered. "O-oh, that really isn't-"
"Nonsense," Mira replied. "I insist." The whole time, she kept that little smile fixed on Allie. The girl's butterflies were kicking up a storm now. "Thank you," the brunette whispered, draining her drink. Truth be told, she was quite grateful. She'd only just started her new job, and she probably shouldn't have been paying for drinks at a place like this. "Another daiquiri for Allie please, honey," Mira said, scanning the girl up and down.
Allie gulped. Ever since she started her hormones, her tolerance had fallen through the floor. She used to be able to hold her liquor easily, now all it took was three drinks in rapid succession to get her stumbling drunk. Mira leaned over and brushed Allie's hair away from her ear. "I bet you're feeling a little warm after just one, aren't you?" Allie blushed hard, crossing her legs in an unsuccessful attempt to hide what Mira was doing to her. "Maybe..." she whispered back.
Well, don't just make this easy for her! Allie admonished herself internally. You know how to do this! She steeled herself and accepted her drink with a little smirk. "Got any plans after this?" she asked coolly, bringing the drink to her lips. "I think I do now," Mira replied. "I think I want to bring a cute girl back home and find out what noises I can pull out of her." Allie coughed mid-sip but kept any further reactions contained. "I don't know," she said, leaning forward in her chair and running a fingertip up Mira's leg. "I don't think you could handle me." "Oh really?" Mira said, grabbing Allie by the wrist. "Choose your words carefully, darling. Bad girls get punished around me." The brunette girl held eye contact and cocked an eyebrow. I think she likes it, Allie thought. Keep going, you can do it.
"I've found that when people say things like that to me, they're usually the ones who end up getting punished," Allie hissed. "You wouldn't be the first person to think I'd be easy to keep under control only to end up worshipping me." Mira laughed quietly, releasing Allie's wrist. "Oh, I see. Someone's a bit of a switch, isn't she?" Allie nodded, swirling her drink. She felt a little warm from the alcohol, and the anxiety that had such an iron grip on her mind was fading by the second. Nothing quite like some liquid confidence to unlock Allie's teasing side.
"Don't get me wrong, I love to be under control," Allie said, uncrossing her legs. "It feels so good to lose to someone who knows how to take power and keep it. But if you want to stay in charge of me, you'll have to make sure of two things. That I can't get out, and that I don't want to." Mira smirked. "Someone's a bit cocky, isn't she?" Allie shrugged. "Only due to experience. I'm very good at talking myself out of submission, and if I'm not fully restrained I'll find my way to the top." Mira held out her hand. "Come on. Let's find a nice, isolated table in here and you can tell me more about these tricks of yours." Allie eagerly took it. "Melanie, please bring over another round for us in a few minutes, and be sure to make hers nice and strong." Allie bit her lip. She may have been biting off more than she could chew. Perfect.
