Haven stood in her closet with the only towel draped around her body. She was confused about what to wear. It was her first time visiting a BDSM club. She had no idea what to expect about the club. She only knew she wants to know about BDSM and indulge in it and spice up her sex life.
At last, after digging her closet for half an hour, she chose a solid black fit and flare dress. She did her makeup pretty bold and matched her look with high heels. She looked into the mirror. The girl in the mirror looked so much unlike her. But that didn't matter to her now.
She turned around and walked out of her house.
When Haven reached the club she parked her car and made way to towards the entrance. The five-story building had an extravagant view from the outside and had the name shining in the bright hoarding. Everything outside the club looked just like the normal club to which Haven has had been to. She didn't find anything unusual. She wondered if the club would be the same too. She was here to get a starter to experience on the topic.
A well-built bouncer blocked her from entering the club.
She looked at him, "Excuse me?"
"ID, lady?" he calmly asked. It was natural for the clubs to have a routine ID check of the customers. So Haven took out her state ID and showed it to him.
"Tsk. Tsk. Club membership ID," he clarified.
Haven looked fazed for a second. She wasn't aware of the club membership or its ID.
"She's with me," a voice came from behind her, which made both, Haven and the bouncer look past Haven.
There stood a man with extraordinary features. He was tall, well-built physique trimmed and styled hair and grey eyes.
"Aye!" the bouncer said and let them in.
As soon as they were in, Haven turned to the man, "Thank you so much."
"For what?" his voice was strong.
Haven was flustered by his voice. It's not the usual voices she had heard from men around her at work or not even her ex-boyfriend.
"Um… for helping me get inside here," she said softly.
The man chuckled at Haven's shyness. "That's ok. Enjoy yourself. Just be aware that you need to stick to me until we get out of the club."
"Why?"
"Let me list the reasons for you. One, you don't have a membership ID. So you could get caught by anyone at any time."
Haven thought that's a possibility.
"Two, I don't think you can handle yourself being alone in this club."
"Why?" Now, this had triggered Haven. She didn't want to be the weak one. She wanted to handle herself in a better way. That's the very reason she had come here.
"Why don't you go and find out yourself."
With that, the man went and settled on a chair near the bar counter and ordered his drinks.
Haven stomped her feet and walk off to explore the club.
The club looked pretty much the same as other usual clubs Haven had been to. It had an extravagant bar counter and separate booths, and a stage for performances and a dance floor.
The only thing that shocked her beyond words was people in the club. She felt like she was the oddest one out here in the club despite having a good figure and her unusual bold makeup.
The people in the club weren't the people she had come across in the usual clubs. In this club, there were people who wore suits and showed off their strong aura. And some people wore little to nothing. There was nobody shaming, people with all sizes and shapes walked around half-naked with confidence.
Haven was caught off guard. All through her teenage, she had thought maintaining a good body was enough to have a good sex life. Darn the TV shows and magazines she read.
A woman bumped into Haven. She turned to have a proper look at the woman. She had worn clothes that made no efforts to not show her cleavage or her navel or her thighs.
"Aw.. are you new here sweetheart?" the woman asked.
"Um… me.." Haven mentally cursed herself for not being able to make a proper comeback. Not even a simple one.
Then the only thing that came to her mind was the man who helped her get inside. She looked around the club to spot him. She looked at the bar counter he had sat when they came inside, but he wasn't present there.
"Are you lost, Kitten?" asked the woman, with much sparkling light in her eyes. She was intimidating, but Haven gathered all her courage and spoke.
"Excuse me?"
"Yes, Kitten. You are excused."
"I'm not Kitten," snapped Haven.
The woman laughed, hysterically. That laugh was getting on Haven's nerves.
Before Haven could make the woman aware of her irritation, someone put their arms around Haven's shoulder.
The man from earlier stood next to her.
"Oh… she's yours," commented the woman.
Haven's mouth was shut by the man before she blurted out something. The man has sensed she was ready to make a comeback.
He just shook his fingers and dismissed the woman. And then walked Haven to the bar counter.
He turned a chair for her. But she shook her head, refusing to sit.
"Sit," that was rather a command.
Unknowingly Haven complied with his command, which was a shock for her too.
"Two Espresso Martini," he ordered the drinks.
All the while he ordered, Haven just sat and watched him do it. She couldn't believe herself, that she was looking at this man's biceps, hard chest which was visible through his almost transparent shirt and his sharp chin and hair.
He turned to her and handed the drinks. She took it and gulped down.
He just watched her do it.
"One more," she said to him. He nodded and ordered one more drink for her which was gulped down quickly just like the first one.
"One more," she said. Haven had no idea why she felt the mixed emotions that she started to demand more drinks.
The man shook his head as a no.
"Why?" she asked, crossing her arms. The man realized she'll be completely drunk and lose sanity if she has another drink.
"No."
Haven stole his drinks and chugged it. And then the drinks which was placed on the bar counter for some other customer.
She laughed at his facial expression. She couldn't read it though since he had a straight face. He apologized to that customer and said he'd pay for that drink. Fortunately, the customer was nice and just left the place.
The man didn't know why was he even getting associated with this girl.
"That's a sweet Kitten," they heard the woman from earlier. She was walking to the other side of the bar.
"I'm not a Kitten," Haven shouted at her.
"Come one. We are leaving." The man stood and grabbed Haven's hand. She started to whine.
"No. I want one more drink."
"No. You are not getting any more drinks."
He dragged her out of the bar. Haven was too much intoxicated to even know where she was being taken to. She just followed him like a Kitten following her master.