It was the third Friday that she’d come to the club. At first glance didn’t stand out. Nestled in downtown, the old building was beautiful with age. The blacked out windows offered no hint of what lay within and the only hint was the scrolling text in a deep mulberry shade across the dark glass.
Mild curiosity was stopped at the door, where the bouncer leaned. Arms folded, he exuded menace. That sort of don’t fuck with me vibe that bouncers had. Morrigan could recall the first time she’d proffered her Id to him. The way she’d felt, as he looked her over with a raised brow and a small quirk of lips. He knew what lay beyond the doors, what she was there for. She also could recall how her face had flamed, brilliantly with her embarrassment. It had only seemed to entertain him. The second visit had not been any easier and now, with the third?
Dark eyes scrutinized as they looked between her and her ID. Her fingers toyed with the lace at the edge of her black sorts. They were short, really short. Small dark steel buttons held the closed at the front and she knew, without being able to see that the edge of her ass was hanging out. It had been intentional and she wondered if he noticed the change in her outfit. Short shorts, the black thigh highs with the lace that rose to meet the lace at the edge of the shorts. The tight, blood red blouse that clung to her torso, that framed her small breasts to their best. The outfit, the club? They were all Sariah’s fault and Morrigan was cursing her friend when the bouncer finally smiled, handing her the card back. Her cheeks heated and she took it, slipping it back into her pocket.
Slipping past him, Morrigan let the darkness of the club cushion her. A shaky breath left her and she fought the urge to fidget. Worrying her lower lip, Morrigan took a moment to ease her nerves before slipping into the club deeper. The Edge of Curiosity was a club. Not just any sort of club, but a BDSM club. Sariah had convinced her to come the first time.
Recalling the conversation she felt her lips curl slightly, picturing her friend’s face. "You'll love it! the guys there, omg, they're so hot. And when they push you against the wall and press their knees between your legs--girl, it feels so good. but you don't have to try anything before you're ready, okay? Just please, one night. I swear, you're gonna love it!" And so far, she’d been little more than a wallflower, watching the men and women of the club. Tonight though, she’d told Sariah she was ready for more. She wanted to try..
Part of the desire came from the fact that she was eighteen and a virgin. Not scandalous and far from religious. It wasn’t even some schoolgirl fantasy of her first time. Morrigan knew she wanted someone who knew how to touch her however. To leave her quivering, breathless.. A one night stand didn’t sound like a bad way to experience it either and with her curiosity about the darker side of sex? The kiss of pain, the freedom of letting go?
Sariah found her first and when arms slipped around her waist, Morrigan froze and then laughed, the sound of her voice drowned out by the music. “You look hot Mori!” Her friend’s breath smelled like whiskey and she couldn’t help but laugh and turn in her arms. “Yeah?” Her dark eyes were far from dull. The brown of her eyes were like the deepest of forest pools in shadow. Sable; warm. Her lips curled slightly and slipping her arm around Sariah’s waist she allowed her friend to guide her toward her Dominant. David was handsome, but not really her type. His eyes trailed over her and he whistled. “Sariah told me what she’d picked out for you, but damn Mori!” While the words, the look held heat, they were more friendly than anything else. As if he was trying to rally her.
A hand found her own and Sariah leaned closer, bending some to talk to her. Sariah was nearly six feet in heels, Morrigan was barely five one in heels. “I know you just got here, but we have a Dom lined up for you!” Swallowing thickly, Morrigan nodded. “Okay.” The nerves were back and Sariah pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Don’t worry, remember you have a safe word. He will not do anything you don’t want, okay?”
Five minutes later, Morrigan found herself alone in a dim room. The carpet was plush under her heels, the dusty purple complimenting the dark grey walls. Paraphernalia lay around the room, A padded chair with straps, a sex swing, a padded horse and a Saint Andrew's cross. One all held a variety of toys and tools. Finally a large canopy bed took up the far wall.
The music here was lower, soft, calming even. Slowly as she walked toward the toys, her fingers running along a crop, she wondered what the night would bring. She trusted Sariah.. Even David. They told her she’d be taken care of and no matter what she said, Morrigan was curious.
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