Jasmine feels eyes moving up and down her body as someone lets out a quick catcall. There is no chance she will acknowledge someone for a quick whistle. He will have to do more than that just to get her attention. Shaking her head, Jas walks forward to the bar to her magnificent partner in crime.
Jas slides into an old wood and leather bar stool before a gorgeous blond. The light blue eyes and soft smile are one of a kind that immediately put you at ease, which is both a blessing and a sin in a bartender who could easily talk you out of your wallet or pants.
"Your dad is a pain in the ass!" Jasmine says as she calls out to Marc's daughter, Cindy, and slides into the barstool before her.
"I warned you about that," Cindy says as she almost absentmindedly rubs the back of her jeans at a memory.
"I meant his stubbornness, not his discipline," Jas laughs, as Cindy did warn her about her strict upbringing. Marc also believed that Cindy was never too old to ask for help or receive correction, a thought that Jas initially rolled her eyes at but soon realized was true.
"Well, he has a lot going on."
"Can I drink with my friend before talking to his daughter?"
"Okay, I got it. Hey Jas, I am sorry to hear about that guy. It sounds so frustrating to be in a situation you can't control the outcome to."
Jasmine rolled back her hair as she tossed her dark hair over her shoulder, "You know, you are a real brat sometimes."
"True, but not one spoiled rotten. But Jas, I mean seriously, why are you here?"
"Your dad and I are splitting up."
"So, for a day, a week, or what?" Cindy says with a laugh.
"It's not like that. I mean, he is completely frustrating. He always wants to save everyone. It is a real pain."
"I guess it would be once you have already been saved," Cindy sighs as she reaches up on her tiptoes for the top-shelf booze. As her fingers reach the neck of the bottle, she slides down from her tiptoes, pulling her blouse back down from her midriff. Usually, for anyone else, the view makes them willing to risk it all for a fee for extra shots, but Jas doesn't see her this way. She has a toned and supple body, but the night she first met Cindy, she was taken in by a tall, dark, and handsome man, and the rest is history.
"Let's pretend just for a bit that I am a regular patron, okay?" Jasmine asks hopefully.
Cindy shrugs and pours a double with a smile, "That'll be 60."
"Alright, maybe not like a regular..." Jasmine throws up her hands, "Can you take my side at least?"
"Okay, Jas, he doesn't make you happy, right?"
"No, not anymore."
"And it is not because you got in trouble and didn't want to be accountable for your actions, right?"
Fuck... Jasmine thinks as if that is right again. But it isn't that really; it is HE always wants to have things a certain way, and while he loves that in the bedroom, she is more kinky than lifestyle maybe, "It is not exactly that; it's just I don't feel like I have the freedom to explore. The lifestyle I want. Sometimes, I just want to be thrown around and made to feel helpless. Your. Dad can take my breath away but isn't as forceful with it as I like. I never fear for my life with him. He doesn't have that edge."
"Yeah, that is more about his sex life than I wanted to know. But why don't you check out some bandage clubs? You used to work them at one point, right?"
"If I went to the bondage clubs, my phone would blow up, and I would never get a moment of peace. I just need to find some guy at the bars to take me home and fuck me, make me beg for mercy."
"So you are going to start dating right away again?"
"God, no, the last thing I need right now is to start dating. This doesn't mean that I don't need to be dominated and fucked."
Cindy downs her half shot and pours another, "Can I give some advice?"
"Could I stop you?" Jasmine says with an exaggerated sigh.
"No, you need to be safe. If you are going to mix in the bondage life, you need to date someone. Have them earn your trust, give me their ID so I can know where you are going, and go to bondage clubs or go to their house. Do something where someone, preferably I know where you are."
"Sure,.so you can tell Marc. Of course, I will do that."
"Jas, I promise I wouldn't tell Marc unless you were in danger."
"Cindy! I want that danger!" Jasmine shouts and then sighs, slumping into her seat. "I need to feel alive, Cindy. I need to feel like my next breath can be taken from me. Like there isn't a promise of tomorrow. I will not drive like crazy, but I can live on the edge."
Jas tries to look anywhere but at Cindy, as she bends over the bar when she gets serious. Taking a deep breath, Jas hates to come here, but Cindy is the only one who understands. They used to go to the clubs together, and Jas always needed to Be rescued. There was a time when she was interested in seeing what was out there before settling for the safety and security of one man.
Sighing deeply, she looks up to one of her closest friends with a sense of loneliness. How can she explain that she never felt he was present with only her? He was almost living in fear of a ghost from his past. That he didn't want to push her over the edge, to make her squirm and beg, with tears streaming from her eyes.
Cindy's eyes contain a kind of sadness that Jasmine hates to see. It stems from a lifetime of worry, as she sighs softly, knowing she hasn't been the safest. But she has this need, a hunger for danger and at least to feel alive. Dancing at the edge of control exhilarates her in a way she can't describe.
"Cindy?" Jaz says as. she downs the double and rolls the glass forward.
"Yes?"
"You win," Jas says resigned.
"You will go on dates and find a steady guy?"
"No, but I will only chase guys in the bar. That sounds fair?"
"No, but I think it is the best I will get."
"Yeah, a girl needs to spread her wings to fly. There is no freedom to live by his rules even without him."
"If you miss a night here, I will tell Marc of your plans."
"You'd rat me out?" Jas says in mock horror.
"I'd do it in a heartbeat. You never will be safe on your own. You need something steady, or you won't make it out alive."
"You know you look too young to be my grandma," Jas laughs as Cindy sticks out her tongue.
"You must buy your drinks for the rest of the night."
Jasmine turns from the bar and pushes away from it in her tight micro shorts. Hmmm, it is time that she finally finds the guy that whistled. Maybe with a few drinks, she will have the courage to ride this unknown man like a cowgirl. To give him every reason to scream her name at the top of his lungs, and with luck, if she doesn't drink too much, she will remember his in the morning.