Copyright © 2007 Colin Ladd
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“You can buy me a drink,” Karen said. She slid onto the barstool next to the man she addressed, noting how his Adam’s apple bobbed and his washed-out blue eyes widened. “Manhattan,” she ordered with a glance to the bartender.
Her chosen companion dug into his jacket pocket for a crumpled banknote.
She picked up the drink and walked away a few paces. Her even step made her pointed heels click against the wooden floor. She didn’t look back to see if he followed her. Arriving at one of the special booths in the bar of No Boundaries fetish club, she slipped into its half-light, waiting for him to sit opposite her.
She eyed him from the shadows as he put a half-finished bottle of beer on the table. Reaching up, she pressed a switch on the wall. A spotlight from somewhere above cut his pale face into two like a half moon.
“Have you been here before?” she asked.
He nervously turned the bottle in his hand and shook his head.
“Why now?”
“I...read about this place. Wanted to give it a try.” He tilted his body to avoid the light.
She sipped her drink. “Move back,” she commanded.
He leaned until half his face was illuminated again.
“What is it you want?” she said.
He took a drink. “A woman to—” he paused, and she didn’t speak, “to—dominate me,” he said finally, eyes downcast.
“Are you submissive?” She watched him swallow and leaned back against the soft fabric lining of the booth. Stretching her legs out, she trailed her shoe up the leg of his pants, let him feel the fishnet of her stockings before he flinched away. She smiled.