After awhile Kat lost track of time. It wasn't that she was so drunk -- she'd been sipping slowly the whole night and was just a little tipsy -- but the whole experience had a strange, dreamlike quality to it.
At some point she found herself in the bathroom with Lucy, who was giving her a cool, penetrating look. Kat assumed Lucy was going to take her right there. She was ready; her panties were soaked and her nipples were clearly visible poking out from her top. Instead Lucy took her by the hand and led her out of the bathroom, but instead of turning right to go back to the bar, they went left and approached a dark metal door. Lucy fished a key out of her pocket, unlocked the door, and led Kat through it.
They descended a flight of stairs into a quiet room where the only light came from a window set high in the wall, just at street level. It was dark outside by now, with just a hint of yellow light coming from a streetlight halfway down the block. Lucy lit a couple of candles and stood considering Kat, the grin on her face now slightly cruel.
"Sweet little suburban slut," said Lucy. "You're all juiced up, aren't you?" She jammed a hand between Kat's legs, cupping her crotch and feeling the wetness there. Lifting Kat's skirt, Lucy slipped a finger inside her, causing her to stiffen and groan. Lucy pulled the finger out and pushed it into Kat's mouth; when it was clean she pulled it away. "Get naked for me, now."
Excited by the force of Lucy's personality, Kat found herself perfectly happy to be bossed around in this situation. She scrambled to get her clothes off, tossing them carelessly aside. "On your knees," barked Lucy, and Kat complied, the juice now running down her thighs. "Hands behind your back." Lucy secured Kat's hands with a strip of cloth and also fastened a metal cuff attached to a length of chain to one of her ankles.