It had been a shit night. So here I am in a bar, on my own, Luna had gone off with some guy and left me alone to finish my drink. Lots of guys had hit on me tonight but no one had made me excited. Too many men had spoken up their game and then turned out they should've played to start with.
With a long sigh I pick up my drink and down it, the rum burning my throat slightly, as I place it down a woman sits next to me. Tall, fiery red hair running down her back wearing a delicate black dress clinging to her body and black thigh high boots. "What do you want to drink pet?" She says looking forward, as I stand to leave thinking she's talking to someone else to the other side she turns and gives me a smile "my treat, you look nice" not one to turn down a drink I sit myself back down.
"Rum and coke, no ice" I smile "thank you..." I pause for her name "I'm Amanda" she says sweetly. "Thank you Amanda, I'm Zoe" correcting myself.
"That's a cute name but I prefer pet" she says softly, barely heating her over the music. Then my stomach flutters like it hasn't before. Pet. Something about that. She orders my drink and orders herself a Vodka and lemonade. She leans in and whispers "Come on, let's find somewhere more...comfy" she tightly grabs my hand and pulls me to the sofa and chair at the back of the bar away from the music. She sets her drink down and sits like a queen on a throne in the chair, crosses her legs revealing more of her thigh and the top of a stocking held up by a dark blue garter belt, I feel my pussy squirm and get a little bit wetter. "So pet, have you had much luck tonight?" Amanda asks quizzically. I set my own drink down and sit on the sofa opposite her, looking into her hypnotic eyes.
"No, no one has turned my eye tonight" I reply half laughing. "Well maybe I can change that" she says sweetly "I'll make you mine. Pet." The harsh T at the word of pet made me even wetter and stomach descend into butterflies but I don't just bend to anyone's will. I smile back "maybe you will, maybe you won't. You'll have to convince me Amanda" I reply just as sweetly
"Oh that sounds like a challenge" Amanda laughs rubbing her hands in glee "let's play a game, guess the colour of each others underwear, first one to win gets a favour from the other, no limits? You can go first"
I smile coyly I've seen the bottom of her garter belt, she can't see my bra in this dress and my tights are held up much higher. I think back in to glancing her suspenders "Ok then - Navy blue" I say confidently.
"Nope" Amanda says curtly. Fuck, it was blue! Maybe that's just the belt and not her underwear. Well she can't guess mine easily "lacy red with golden accents" she calls across the table. Fuck. Off. How did she get that? You can't see neither my bra or panties. My look of disbelief must have tipped her off.
"Oh good the pet is starting to become mine" leaning forward showing off her cleavage making me slightly wetter "let's start simple. You will call me Ms Amanda for the rest of the night understood?" Her commanding voice shakes to my core "Yes Ms Amanda" the words slipping from my mouth effortlessly.
Ms Amanda laughs in victory and pushes her self off the chair gracefully and moves around the table and sits next to me. I twist my head and start to see those hypnotic eyes again. Her perfume hits my nostrils filling my world in a sweet floral scent. I start to become enthralled by everything about her. Her eyes, her hair, her scent, her voice. "Right next game pet" she says enthusiastically snapping me from my trance "same stakes as before agreed?" Staring into my soul.
Gods I want to kiss her lips right now "y-yes Ms Amanda" I stutter, she smiles "good pet, now you have 5 minutes to not kiss me, you have to look at me though and you can't close your eyes" she gets her phone out of her bag and sets a 5 minute timer "to be fair" she explains and presses go.
5 minutes, I can do that and I can kiss her afterwards with my victory favour. Just don't look her in the lips. My eyes track up to meet your gaze. Her eyes are like galaxies, glittering in the lights of the bar. The brown tones beckoning me to embrace her. My eyes dart back to her lips as she moves them, she has started biting her lip. I start to get wet again. It's like she knows my every button.