I could not help but smile as I also picked up some naked stockings for this outfit. It was perfect, and I smiled as I put the entire ensemble together inside the changing room. I wanted nothing more than to strut out like this to the world. It was not appropriate, though, and I knew what to do. I took it all off and got myself ready to go. I quickly went to the register and purchased the clothing I grabbed, including the underwear to match.
Honestly, the underwear didn't really match because nude was the best for this dress. I didn't need a bra with this dress as it compressed my breasts a little to make even better cleavage for the eyes of the beholder. I loved looking like this from time to time, and this dress could be something dominant as well if I played it off that way.
Not tonight, though.
I quickly ordered an Uber again to bring me home so I could change and get ready to go out. It was late, and I also added a community note that my stream might be a little late. I also put it into a zone of streaming soon just to mess with a couple of the pervs. I rarely did this, but it usually increased my numbers when I did. The note would be on the stream title saying that I would be late so that they couldn't complain.
Tonight was for me, and I got into the Uber quickly as they arrived. I was grinning with my new purchases, only to realize as I was leaving I got nothing for the stream. Well, there wasn't anything else that I liked in the lingerie store or the other stores that I went to. Well, Not anything I liked enough to purchase. I spent much less than I thought tonight, which also made me happy.
Before I knew it, while fantasizing about tonight, I returned to my apartment building and looked at the driver. "Driver, if you are willing to wait thirty minutes, I will be heading back out. Do you want to wait?" I asked.
The driver looked at me with a frown, "I can wait here, but if I get another ride, then I am gone." He replied.
"Okay, I will be back and have a timed Uber ride for thirty minutes from now," I told him with a grin.
Without another word, I started to head up and got in the elevator while doing just what I told the driver. In minutes, I was back in my house and changing. I went through it quickly and tightened the dress even more than back in the changing room, and I took off the tag. I put on some matching black heels that were thin and strappy, matching the dress, and I moved to put on some light makeup to make my eyes smokey. I looked better with light makeup, and I hated contouring and shading. It made me feel like I was changing my face and hiding it. I was attractive and did not need much, if any, at all.
With red lipstick that would leave some temporary marks on places, I finished packing a purse and grabbed a jacket to cover everything up. It was a long black jacket that went down to my mid-thigh. I headed out and locked up after grabbing some rubbers from my stash.
A minute later, I was in the same Uber and smiling. "I would like to go to the Smoke and Roses Club here," I said, showing the Driver my phone, and he nodded. "Thank you for coming back a bit early," The driver said and started to head out. I brought back my phone and started fixing my hair to make it look perfect for the night. I could not wait for the night to come. I had not been to the club in months.
The club was not even that far away, and it was a BDSM club unofficially; everyone knew it was, and there were even rooms upstairs with lots of fun toys you could rent. I had been there a lot in the past, but it was never as good as a Munch. Those who had been to a munch would understand that everyone shows up with a very fresh lab report that they were clean of all STDs otherwise. I shivered at the thought because, in a Munch, nothing seemed to be off limits, and it was like a fever dream.
I could go for a munch also. They were always a blast, and never knew what would happen. I could release myself and go full switch, being both the top and the bottom all night. It would be a great release for all the stress I have gotten. The fact that I fucked up in the game was getting to me. I felt like I had too much to lose as things were going great right now for me.
Shaking my head, perishing work thoughts, I thought about what I should look for. Dominant women were rare but so much crueler most of the time. I wouldn't mind a really good Dominatrix right now. But I was fine with a Dom, too; I could use some attention to my pussy. I really wanted to be messed up tonight.
"We are here," The driver suddenly said, and I looked out to see the Club. I smiled and pulled up my app, tipping the driver a little extra.
"Thanks!" I replied and got out of the car, noticing a fresh five-star review from the app. I looked at the Club. It was fairly low-key, and the bouncer was tall with bulky muscles and a large smile. With the large BDSM community in the area and one of the reasons I picked this area to live in, the bar was invite-only. They did not want house moms who watched Fifty Shades of Grey and got moist coming in looking for a thrill. They knew nothing and would hurt the clientele who came here.
"Ola! You are working tonight?!" I asked the large black man at the front, looking suitably intimidating. The guy was a real softy inside but was especially protective of the women here.
"Honey? Honey! That is you~!" He smiled, coming over to me, and wrapped his muscular arms around me in a friendly hug. "I haven't heard from you, woman. What game have you fallen into?" He asked seriously.
"Galaxy Online," I replied as he set me down and let me go head back to protect the door. I looked up at the man. At six foot six, he was very tall and intimidating, but I liked him a lot. "It has me a bit stressed out, and I am looking to be a bottom tonight."
Ola looked at me, shaking his head, "I never get you switches; how do you turn from a top to a bottom like nothing?" He asked for the hundredth time.
"Ola, It's the mood; you might like being a bottom, but this girl and I love being a top; I love hearing men and women cry out, but I am not in the mood for it. The switch flicks to me wanting to be a bottom, and I love getting messed up and denied everything. I don't know; it is just how I am," I explained for the hundredth time.
"And you and every other switch still get the same questions, I know, but go have yourself a good night, girl," Ola replied with a knowing smile as he looked over me, "Something fun under the jacket?" He asked.
"You know it," I replied with a smile as he opened the door for me.
"I will come in and check you out in a bit then when I am on break."
"Looking forward to it, See you soon, Ola!" I headed in without another word with a huge grin on my face. Ola was great, a big member of the club, and a bottom. He loved nothing more than to be smothered by some thick thighs. He spent some time between mine a while back, and it was an enjoyable experience; his tongue work was amazing.
The lighting in the bar was dark, but it was still easy to see people and what they were wearing. It looked busy tonight, too. The bar was half full, and a bunch of the booths had men and women talking. This was a pansexual BDSM bar, and they discriminated against no one. The main theme here was Bondage, Tops, Bottoms, and Switches only.
Looking around, I could see a couple of femboys talking to their dommy mommies, and I was surprised at how busy it was. I walked over to the coat rack, where I saw another familiar face as I took off my jacket. "Oh, my, god, Honey, I love the outfit; you looking to top or bottom tonight?" I heard Vivian, a transwoman, say in the booth she resided in. She was the check-in and made sure that everyone understood the rules here. Also, a coat check and made sure no one was bringing someone home or up to a room that wasn't consenting or able to consent because of how drunk they were or something else.
"Vivian, I found this today. I am looking for a dom to break me in tonight," I replied with a sly smile.
"Oh, Girl, you look amazing in that; your breasts look amazing in it; give Vivian a twirl and let me see it all!"
I did just that, giving my friend a twirl showing off the dress lingerie, and she smiled, "Girl, that looks amazing. You are almost popping out the bottom how low cut it is."
"Yeah, but It is what it is; there simply is no market for people like me in the fashion world."
"That's okay. Do you want to hear potentials?" Vivian suddenly asked.
"You know me, girl. Are there any good tops? I am thinking of one that can really put me in my place tonight."
"Hmm," Vivian started to think for me as she was the gossip and had her ear to the ground. She was basically a forum of who to top and bottom for. She got reviews from both men and women on how they were intimate. She could just pull that information from you, and she was amazing to have in the club.
I pulled up to her coat check and handed her my jacket as she thought, looking over the crowd. I looked her over, and she was dressed in a cute little blue dress that showed off her white porcelain skin as it held on by two-inch strips across her hips to the back with a thick cloth down the center. "I like your dress tonight, Vivian," I told her.
"Thank you. Don't start trying to butter me up, though. Here is your coat check," she said a moment later. "Now, if you're looking for someone questionable, you can look over to the twink in the corner there. He came here with a friend, but it was Thompson's friend, and I never liked him. His friends all tend to get bad raps, but none of them have broken the rules. So be warned just like I warn every girl."
I looked to see the cute guy in the corner in a black suit, trying to look good. I didn't like him as a top as soon as I laid eyes on him, "Hmmm, I don't know what it is, but I think I will pass; I think I would rather be at the top with someone like him, I feel. I don't want to be the top tonight, though, Vivian," I made the end sound whiny, and she chuckled.
"Okay, Then there is Jamie over there," She said, pointing out a hot blonde woman, "She has a mean streak; do not let her do anything to you; she will take that permission literally. Oh, I know someone," Vivian smiled as I heard someone coming in. Vivian's smile got even larger as a Blonde woman walked in with a hot red leather bra covering b cup breasts and matching hot red leather pants that clearly had a zipper for ease of access, as she took off a black jacket similar to mine. Her face was sharp, and her walking showed confidence and charm already. She was fucking hot, and I could see a couple of men turn to look at her.
"Amber, I was not expecting you tonight," Vivian said as she approached. And I saw Amber looking me over, and I knew those eyes. I could see that she was evaluating me and thinking about what she could do to me. I knew those eyes because I looked at bottoms the same way dozens of times before. "Honey, this is Amber. She is relatively new, and I think she might be the woman that you are looking for tonight. Amber," Vivian said, turning to her, "This is Honey; she is a switch looking to bottom tonight. Why don't you enjoy a drink together?" Vivian asked.
It was a simple introduction, but it was all I needed as I looked over the woman in three-inch red heels. "Oh, I was thinking about teasing something that is long and hard tonight, Vivian," Amber said, looking at her.
"Well, then let me reintroduce Honey again, Amber. She is a Futanari or Intersex. She has exactly what you want in both men and women," Vivian told her with a smile, and I saw that look of interest in Amber now.
"Now that is interesting," she said, walking up to me. I loved it as I looked her up and down once again, taking in the beautiful woman who was slightly shorter than me. "I think a drink is in order; why don't I buy you one, Honey, and we can chat a little." She said, motioning to the bar.
"I would love to," I replied, walking with her toward the bar, hoping for a great night.