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The club is dark and the music is pulsing vibrations out in a low, angry hum. It ripples through Vi’s chest. In the air, it smells faintly of leather and warm skin, sweaty bodies on the dance floor, people shooting back shots to her left and right. There is an intense, heavy tension among the conversations, some happening in fleeting quiet whispers, others snapping and commanding.
Vi’s leg shakes nervously while she is sitting at the bar. One hand is wrapped around a glass, half finished by now. Usually she is one to easily down a couple beers, or whiskey, or scotch, or really any alcohol she could get her hands on while out, but the nerves in her stomach couldn’t handle a drink under these circumstances. She tries not to stare too hard at the play spaces spread out across the main floor - rope work happening on the far side of the room, a sub kneeling obediently at their dom’s feet in one corner, a soft moan drifting from someone behind her that fades into the music. Vi lifts her glass and takes a drink, hoping it makes her look like she is a natural in this space.
What the hell am I even doing here? Unfortunately, it’s her third time at this club and it’s still overwhelming. Vi doesn’t know why she keeps coming back, despite all her nerves and unease. Maybe she is chasing something - an itch she can’t quite scratch, a pull she doesn’t fully understand yet. She hasn’t figured out how to work up the courage to get more involved, always lingering awkwardly at the edges, watching while pretending she belongs at the club.
And then, she sees her .
Holy shit.
The most gorgeous woman Vi has ever laid eyes on is casually across the club from her. She was leaning on a high table, a glass of red wine in one hand, her other arm supporting her weight. The woman playfully twirled the wine glass before tilting her head back to take a sip to finish it off. Vi felt like time froze in this moment, everything slowing down so she could watch this beautiful person press her lips to the glass and swallow. The woman is dressed in all black, wearing a sleek pair of tailored pants that cling to her waist and hips. Her black strapless corset was cinched tight and showed off her smooth, pale shoulders. Around her neck there was a thin silver chain, with a silver charm. Vi couldn’t make out what the charm was at this distance, but it didn’t really matter. Everything about her captures Vi’s gaze.
She is stunning , and Vi feels a tug in her abdomen. The woman’s dark raven hair was swept back into an effortless updo, a couple of pieces falling in front to frame her face. Every movement seems graceful and strong. Vi wants to turn away, she is certain she has been staring too long at the stranger, possibly with her mouth half open and drooling by now. She remembers her drink and quickly grabs it to drink the rest, gulping everything down as if she was dying of thirst. It’s cold and Vi is hoping the alcoholic taste will snap her body into the present moment, instead of losing her time and thoughts looking at the woman.
Instead of playing it smooth, in her moment of gay panic, she nearly chokes, coughing into her hand as her face burns with embarrassment. The drink went the wrong way. Trying with every small bit of restraint she has, she tries to cover it up, hoping the people closest to her don’t hear her struggle. When Vi finally gets a hold of herself and can take a full deep breath without coughing, there is someone standing right in front of her.
Vi didn’t even notice the soft clicking of the person's heels moving quickly across the room and stopping before her, too distracted by her coughing fit.
“Lost, darling?” she says. Her voice is smooth and low, and there is a faint posh accent that sends a shiver down Vi’s spine. “Or just taking it all in?”
Vi freezes. Her breath catches when she realizes the most beautiful woman she has ever seen was now inches away from her and talking to her. She is so close that Vi can smell a faint scent of her perfume, something mixed with lavender. It fills Vi’s senses when she breathes. The women’s eyes are a piercing ice-blue and they scan Vi up and down with a calculating sharpness. It’s quick and barely noticeable but the women’s lips turn upwards in a predatory smirk.
“I, uh…” Vi stammers, trying to clear her throat and gain composure. She tries to lean back against the bar in a casual, cool pose, or at least Vi hopes it comes off that way. “I’m all good, just… soaking it all in.” Maybe the woman won’t pick up on Vi’s attempt at a clever lie.
The woman raises an eyebrow, amused. “Soaking in?”
Vi winces internally. Damn it. Poor word choice. “Yeah, just… you know, observing. First time here and all…”
“Hmm interesting. I am sure I saw you around here a couple weeks ago,” she tilts her head slightly, studying Vi’s body language, trying to pick out the lies. “The bartender tells me you’ve been here twice before too.” she says, delivering a final blow that crushes Vi’s attempt at a cool facade. Vi’s eyes widen, slightly panicked that someone noticed her here before despite her efforts to lay low and slightly betrayed that the bartender threw her under the bus. The blush on her cheeks spreads further down her neck and Vi suddenly feels like she is burning up all the way to her core.
The woman doesn’t miss a beat, noticing and understanding Vi’s reactions, as if she has done this before. It almost looks like she is taking pleasure in how Vi is totally fucking up this encounter and making a complete fool of herself.
“Relax, darling.” She draws out the last word. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I am Caitlyn Kiramman. And you are?” She offers the conversation up to Vi.
“Vi.”
Caitlyn nods and tilts her chin up a bit. “Curiosity is a wonderful thing, Vi.” Her voice drops slightly, becoming more intimate and more pointed just for Vi, as if everyone else in the club disappeared into the background. “It means you’re open to exploring… learning. Isn’t that why you’re here?” Caitlyn finishes. She asks with such ease and comfortability. There is no hesitation in her voice.
Vi’s mouth goes dry, her throat getting tighter. She tries to search her brain for a clever retort, but Caitlyn’s presence is too much , and her composure faded away minutes ago. Vi is trying to push away every dirty thought that passes through her mind. Caitlyn’s looming presence, her powerful stance, she is proud to be taking up space here with no room for shame. The shine across her collarbones, her sharp cheekbones and her bright red lipstick. All of it draw’s Vi in. The calm confidence and charm radiates off of Caitlyn in waves, crashing into Vi, nearly knocking her over and making her head spin.
“Uh, yeah.” Vi mumbles. Her voice is quieter and more hesitant compared to Caitlyn’s. “Something like that.”
Caitlyn smiles, stepping a fraction closer without touching her, if that was even possible. “Well, I must say, you’re rather endearing for someone so out of their depth.”
Vi knew she understood the words that came out of Caitlyn’s mouth, and that a cheeky comment like that should offend her. Instead, the tiny insult struck her dead center in the heart, a mix of satisfied pleasure and shock. Her heart continues to beat, faster and harder. Vi can’t deny the way this teasing was making her feel.
“Hey, I’m not-”
“Let me guess,” Caitlyn interrupts smoothly, with confidence as if she knew that Vi was going to try to bite back.
“You came here to watch, hoping to understand what draws people to dynamics like these. You told yourself you wouldn’t engage, wouldn’t cross that line... but now, you’re starting to wonder what it might feel like to kneel. To surrender.”
Vi’s mouth opens slightly, wanting to defend herself and tell Caitlyn that she is wrong but the reality is… she is right. Caitlyn’s words hit far too close to home, uncovering all of those confusing, and yet to be explored, desires. By now, her embarrassment was impossible to hide. Anyone looking into their conversation would just see Caitlyn towering over Vi, taking control of the situation.
“I-uh,” Vi tries her best to get words out in a coherent way. She can’t, she can’t with the way that Caitlyn is staring down at her, the heat of her body close. Stop staring, Vi screams at herself internally. Say something. Anything. You look like a fucking idiot.
But her body isn’t listening. Her brain is short-circuiting, completely hijacked by Caitlyn’s smirk, the sultry tone in her voice, the way her eyes feel like they’re peeling back every layer of Vi’s bravado to expose what’s underneath.
And, fuck, it’s working.
Caitlyn’s smirk widens, causing a wild and ignorable strain from between Vi’s legs. “Thought so.”
Caitlyn takes things a step further, leaning in until her lips are close to Vi’s ear, but not touching. “Here’s the thing, darling. You’ve already crossed that line by coming back. You’re here because you want to submit, even if you’re too stubborn to admit it.”
Vi swallows hard, her breath shaky, praying to whatever lesbian god is out there that Caitlyn doesn’t notice. But Vi’s prayers are full of false hope. Caitlyn knows this dance. She has breathed down the neck of many and brought them into this world, showing them just how good it can feel to let go, to give in, to release all control to someone else. Her expertise allows her to prowl over Vi, and pull her into the deep end, if she was willing of course. Up to this point, Caitlyn has clocked every stutter, every shaking inhale, every nervous glace.
And Caitlyn, she's not just hot. She’s a force of nature. The kind of woman who walks into a room and rearranges the entire atmosphere without saying a word. Caitlyn pulls back just enough to look Vi in the eyes, her expression softer now but no less intense. Caitlyn is the only person Vi can look at in this moment, her eyes fixed. Vi feels like prey, caught in the trap of those ice-blue eyes, but the worst part is... she doesn’t want to run. She wants to stay right here, pinned under Caitlyn’s gaze, and let whatever is about to happen happen.
“I could teach you, you know,” Caitlyn says, her voice almost a whisper. “If you’d like.” There is no pressure behind her offer. It is commanding, but in a way that is impossibly soft, leaving room for Vi to back out if Caitlyn had overstepped.
For a long moment, Vi doesn’t move. All she can feel is the growing need and wetness below. Her thoughts betray her, spiraling into places she doesn’t have the strength to resist. She can picture it—Caitlyn, towering over her in the soft glow of her bedroom, her fingers trailing down Vi’s cheek before gripping her jaw firmly, tipping her head back to whisper commands against her lips. Good boys do as they’re told, don’t they? And Vi, aching and obedient, would do anything to hear that praise again
Her entire body feels like it’s on fire, and Caitlyn is the spark. The teasing words hang in the air between them, but it’s not just the words; it’s the way Caitlyn says them, like she already knows the answer, like she’s already imagining what Vi would look like on her knees, wearing her collar, hanging onto her every word.
Vi’s brain whispers. Fuck, you could ruin me, and I’d thank you for it.
“Yeah,” she says finally, her voice embarrassingly hoarse, tongue too heavy in her mouth. Her thighs clench involuntarily, and Vi fights the urge to groan aloud. She’s in so far over her head it’s embarrassing. “I’d like that.”
Caitlyn’s smile sharpens and turns almost predatory again. Her gaze drops to Vi’s lips before meeting her eyes again and the weight of her attention feels just as good as a physical touch.
“Good boy.” Caitlyn purrs, her voice dripping with approval.
Vi shivers violently, a full-body reaction she can’t control. The words feel like a brand, like Caitlyn has reached inside her and pressed a handprint against her soul. Her thighs press together again, desperate for relief she knows won’t come, not until Caitlyn decides she’s earned it.
And, oh, that thought makes Vi’s knees weak.
Caitlyn takes a step back, her posture elegant and controlled, like she already owns the room.
“Come with me,” Caitlyn says simply. “We need to talk.”
Vi blinks. “Talk?” she echoes, her voice still raw, barely coherent under the haze of adrenaline and want.
Caitlyn's smile shifts, almost teasing. “If you’re serious about learning,” she murmurs, “there are rules, boundaries, and expectations we need to set. I take this very seriously, Vi and if you’re stepping into my world, I’ll expect the same from you. I have been doing this for a long time. ”
Vi swallows hard, the weight of Caitlyn’s words pressing against her chest. The idea of rules, of structure, of Caitlyn laying everything out in that calm, assured voice. It sends a shiver down her spine.
“I…” Vi hesitates, her nerves threatening to get the better of her. But then she looks up, meeting Caitlyn’s gaze again, and something in her settles. Caitlyn is confident, poised, safe. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and for the first time in her life, Vi thinks maybe, just maybe, she wants to follow someone’s lead.
“Okay,” Vi says finally, her voice steadier now. “Let’s talk.”
Caitlyn’s smile widens, and she gestures toward a quieter area of the club, her hand lightly brushing Vi’s arm as she leads her away. “Good boy,” she says again, the praise curling around Vi like a promise.
Vi follows, her heart pounding, knowing she’s about to dive headfirst into something she doesn’t fully understand and completely unable to resist.