Her stiletto boots vibrated with the pulse of the industrial beat. She felt in the middle of something exciting. Around her, people clad in latex, leather, chains, and drag carried on comfortably and casually, as if they were at a friends’ house. Lights swirled. She walked on, exploring the various areas of the club. She and her friend laughed as they pointed out this person, or that, comparing impressions.
Jill had looked forward to this night. It was Ohio, and in a land of beer, football, and All-American conformity, the monthly fetish party in the city was a welcome antidote to the world around her. The "pervy" people, as she liked to call them, were really just regular folk on the outside, and wildly creative individuals on the inside. In this crowd, she could be her other self – the Mistress. Clad in her tight leather corset, long leather gloves, and thigh high stiletto boots, she could hardly be mistaken for the good, wholesome, volley-ball playing girl she "portrayed" on most other occasions. Now, her fantasies corresponded with her appearance.
Most times, she and her friend would talk to people, dance a bit, and just soak up the scene. Rarely, did she think she would find someone here. Well, she did flirt with some submissive men. But, she never gave them her number. Besides, when dressed up like this Jill felt empowered. She decides whom she will contact. She does the calling. Jill smirked to herself.
Of course, there always comes that time when any habit, or plan, can be discarded out of necessity. A need that must be met and one she had not, until now, clearly recognized. She was sipping her drink, talking about work, of all things, with some guy in a g-string and his wife, when she saw her. A striking redhead with porcelain white skin, and glowing blue eyes. She was thin, delicate, but with a lovely breast. Skin-tight black leather hugged her upper body in the form of a tight leather halter with attached leather collar. Her pale skin, delicate arms, and long, blood red nails held by her side. A tight, leather skirt caressed her hips, ending at just above her knee. Jill took in her breath when she saw her boots. Tight, black leather on her lovely legs, hugging her ankle, and ending at just under her knee. The boots were very stylish, with a long, pointy toe, and very high stiletto heels. What a gorgeous creature, so captivating, was all Jill could think. This thought was immediately followed by, "why am I responding like this?" While Jill was always open to lesbian desire, theoretically, for she enjoyed lesbian, as well as straight, erotica, it was always at arms length. A way for her to get off after being so bored with "vanilla" stories. But now, it was close. There was no choice. Her mind could not deny that her body was aroused, her vagina wet, for this woman. The couple beside her said something.
"Oh, I’m sorry, what?" said Jill.
The couple laughed.
"She’s pretty."
"What? Oh." Jill blushed deeply.
"Why don’t you go talk to her?" said the woman.
Jill laughed.
"Oh, well, you know I just love her outfit. I mean, wow!"
The woman nodded and smiled at her as her husband grinned politely.
"Oh, sure. Ha. We’re just teasing ya."
Jill turned her head to look for the redhead. She was gone. Not wanting to seem like she was obsessed, Jill just chatted amiably with the couple. After what she felt was the required amount of time, she politely excused herself. She hated when people figured her out and she didn’t want to give them that satisfaction.
The dark club made it hard to navigate. The loud music, and smoke, didn’t make things any easier. She was a little disoriented. There were several bar areas. She didn’t see her anywhere. This was silly, she thought. What am I going to say to her or accomplish? Jill stopped at one of the bars and ordered a drink. She looked to her right and her heart skipped a beat. Not more than four feet away was the redhead. She was all the more stunning at close range. She was reaching into her small purse and pulled out a cigarette. It was quite long, almost elegant and Jill watched her delicate fingers place it in her glossy red lips. The bartender was quick with his lighter. She mouthed thank you to him and arched her neck to exhale a thin stream of smoke into the air above the bar. Her head turned and she looked at Jill. For sure she can see my desire, thought Jill. Her heart pounded.
"Hi," said the woman.
"Huh? Oh hi!" said Jill.
The red head laughed.
"You seemed like you were in a daze there. Okay?"
"Oh yeah. I’m fine. I’m just wide-eyed to the scene."
The woman nodded.
"I know what you mean. It’s not your everyday crowd."
"Oh yeah. For sure."
The woman moved closer and extended her hand.
"I’m Lisa."
"Jill. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you Jill."
Lisa’s hand was so gentle and soft in hers. She was afraid her desire could be felt in the way she lingered and felt the long fingers. She pulled her hand back, sensing that the appropriate amount of time had passed and she might be offending her if kept the grip any longer.
Lisa smiled at her, her eyes bright and friendly.
"I like your outfit," said Lisa.
Jill blushed.
"Oh, yeah, god, well thanks but yours. Wow!"
Lisa posed and grinned.
"You like?"
"Oh, very much. I think…"
"What?"
Jill gulped her drink.
"You are stunning. I mean, I like never say that to other women, but you must have guys falling over you."
Lisa smiled.
"Thank you! But, to tell ya the truth, I’d rather have girls fall over me."
She winked at Jill. Jill was stunned by this open confession of sorts. Or, was she teasing me? Either way, she remained speechless.
"What! Cat got yer tongue?"
Jill swallowed.
"No, no, not at all. That’s, uh, interesting."
"What, interesting? Don’t tell me you are afraid of gay people, certainly not in this environment?"
"Oh no, not at all. I mean, well, I’m straight and all and you are beautiful! I find you very attractive."
"Thank you and I find you very attractive."
Jill felt like an astronaut on a space walk, but without a tether.
"Wow, this is so..."
Lisa smiled.
"So…what?"
"New."
"You mean you have never told another woman you find her attractive."
Jill paused.
"Well, I guess not. Not like this. And, I’m definitely not homophobic – I mean some of my best friends are gay."
The woman laughed.
"Okay, okay, that sounds stupid."
Jill joined her laughter.
"Well, Jill who has gay friends, would you like to dance with me?"
"Sure!"
Jill watched Lisa finish her cigarette, noting the red lipstick staining the long filter.
Lisa grabbed her hand and led her to the music. She couldn’t help look at her lovely rear and the tight leather caressing her heart shaped ass. No one seemed to take exceptional notice of one woman holding the hand of another. It was so amazing here, she thought. She felt oddly liberated. But, where was her friend?
They worked their way into the crowd. Slowly, their hands separated. Looking at one another, they swayed to the beat. Lisa was a great dancer, her hips moved with such ease. Jill felt herself lost in the music. Giving over to the beat. She was close to Lisa. Somehow, she had worked her self against Jill’s thigh and the smooth leather of her skirt pressed against Jill. Their very high heels had forced their hips forward, making it easier to move into each other. She moved even closer. Involuntarily, Jill pressed her thigh harder against Lisa’s skirt. She could feel Lisa’s warm crotch through the leather. Her body shuddered. Lisa grabbed her hand and placed it on her ass. Jill felt the contours of her rear through the tight leather of the skirt. She ran her hands up and down slowly. Lisa looked at Jill, eyes wide open, and smiled broadly. With her mind stunned, Jill’s body moved forward. She bent her head to Lisa’s. Their lips touched. Lisa’s lips felt so warm, so right, against her own. The softness, almost tenderness, combined with an urgency – their bodies pressed together, breasts mashed, nipples rubbing through leather, hands pulling closer. Jill started to shake. Lisa pulled back. She looked at Jill – her lipstick smeared with her own.
"What’s the matter?" said Lisa.
"I. I feel so different."
Lisa searched her face.
"Different good?"
Jill nodded.
"I’ve never felt like this, ever."
Their lips met again. This time, more tenderly. Jill’s tongue gently caressed Lisa’s. She moaned softly against her new friend’s lips. Jill reached to caress Lisa’s ass again. She pulled her closer, pressing her thigh deeper into the leather covered crotch. So delicate, thought Jill, and she is mine. At least, for now. She got her. She couldn’t believe this gorgeous creature was melting in her arms. Jill moved her hands higher and traced along the delicate curve of her back, then along her thin arms, to reach her neck. They grinned at one another.
"Mmm," said Lisa. "I love having the back of my neck caressed."
"Oh really?"
Jill ran her fingers over the smoother leather of the collar on Lisa’s neck and then stroked the small hair on her little, bird-like neck. She kissed her again, watching Lisa’s eyes close as their lips met.
"Oh Jill."
"Lisa?"
"Yes."
"Could we step off the floor? I’m not quite ready to make a complete spectacle of myself, yet."
Lisa laughed.
"Geez, I thought it too late for that, but okay."
This time, Jill took her hand and led her off the dance floor. Each woman taking slow, hip-swaying steps in their stiletto boots - makeup smeared, eyes sparkling with excitement.
A voice called out.
"Jill?"
It was her friend. Jill had to check the desire to flee. Did she have to explain? Her hand still held Lisa’s.
Her friend approached, her eyes wandering down to the entwined hands of the women.
"Hey, where ya been?" said Jill.
"Oh, just wondering around – what a scene! So, who is your friend?"
Jill smiled.
"Lisa, meet my friend Allison."
The two women shook hands.
"So, where were you two headed?"
Jill turned to look at Lisa and before she could open her mouth, Lisa spoke.
"My place."
She said it so firmly.
