You can always tell when someone doesn't belong in the community. Aside from ogling around like a kid in a zoo, they seem to ignore rules like one, too. There are the obvious ones, like consent and respect. But there's an unspoken rule at most clubs around town; Dress codes.

It's pretty clear what kink outfits look like. Be it leather, latex or even just plain revealing outfits. They have a purpose. It's not just shock value, it's the expression of an individual, and the freedom to use it with no external judgement. We're all in the same boat.

But occasionally a point out of the curve appears. Curious enough to look in, but not curious enough to look into.

He was an older man, tanned, wearing a floral polo shirt and jeans. And, of course, he came right at me. I felt him eating me with his eyes. I gave him a luring smile. He ordered me a drink, and we started talking. The monitors perk up whenever people like him enter the club. They were always passing by us. He acted like a big shot, so I played my role as the meek counter part.

"So you guys don't do sex here, huh?" He asked me out of the blue, drinking some brandy.

"I'm not a prostitute, sir." I laughed.

"Not even for the right price?" He leaned in, and I leaned away. I tried laughing, but it didn't work. Was he serious, or was he just trying to embarrass me?

"We do scenes, Sir. You tell me your kinks and we can come up with one together." I gave the standard explanation, trying to keep a smile on my face, but I felt his calloused palm through my fishnets, closing into my inner thighs.

"My kinks...?" he said, moving his hand up. "I once met a woman... She was the embodiment of dominance. She made me do anything she wanted with the wave of a hand."

'He wants someone more dominant.' I thought, looking down at his hand. 

"But you are quite docile." He continued, "I like that too."

Looking at his eyes without curving my lips, I asked, "Docile?" He looked back at my eyes with a cheap smile and I continued, "You haven't met me yet."

I got close to his face and put my hand over his, saying, "So take your filthy hands off my thighs!" Paying attention to the cadence of every word.

He retreated his hand and his eyes widened.

"Good boy!" I praised him, getting up and downing my drink.

I beckoned him with my finger and took him to the tables. It was a secluded space, away from the music. As we walked there, Joel played 'Away from paradise', an original from his band, and also my favorite.

I had changed the way I walk. My hips were swaying more, and I straightened my back. He sat where I pointed to.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, sitting across from him. "For a scene, I mean." I had made my voice higher pitched as well.

"So that's who you are?" His expression had changed. Before, he was like a proud wolf. Now he was more like a lost dog. But dogs can still be dangerous to a cat, so I kept my guard up. "That reminds me, I haven't asked your name... What should I call you?"

"Lady Kitty." I kept my eyes on his. "But you can call me master... Or Mistress, whatever floats your boat."

"I think mistress sounds better."

"And what should I call you? Cause pig sounds quite right in my mind."

"That's good enough." He laughed.

"So answer my question. What type of scene do you want?"

"One day, she set me down on the ground and ripped my shirt with a knife. Then she stepped on me with her heels. I've never been that hard in my whole life."

"The little piggy likes getting stepped on?" I forced myself to bite my lip. He gave me a sultry smile.

"You could say that. I've never had that happen to me again."

"Well, it's good to do your research before coming to a place like this, y'know." I said, tucking my hair over the ear. "Before you end up doing something you don't like. Or worse, something dangerous."

"That's why I came to the experts."

I tried to make myself taller by changing my posture, but he was still looking down at me.

"And the wife's out of town." He continued, "So I might just have this opportunity, if you know what I mean."

"You're married?" Of course he was. The mark from his band was still visible, although it wasn't there right now.

"Is that a problem?"

"No... But your partner could be a great dominatrix for you."

"Ha ha! No thanks. If I let her step on me, she's going to win the relationship. That can't happen."

"Of course." It'd be bad to 'lose' the relationship. "So you just want me to step on you? We can arrange that." I grabbed the contract out of my purse, which made him tilt his head.

The contract contains the agreements between the parties on the scene. Levels of nudity. Zero for me. Levels of touch, also a zero.

Not all doms do it, but I l enjoyed writing it with the client. It gives them the sense of participating in their own little imprisonment. But this time, it felt like I was the one being bound. After filling in my part, I handed it to him.

"A contract? So serious." He said.

"It's serious business." I gave him a sharp smile. "So read it all."

As he read, the music stopped. There was only one person who could make Joel shut up for a second.

"Make way, everybody!" Joel said, standing up from his seat. "The most beautiful woman in the world has arrived."

He called her, and she waved him off.

"Come on, A lady like you should be on stage." He continued. Marissa sighed and climbed onto the stage.

She had a new costume on. A leather body with cut out sides. Big boots with heels going all the way to her knees. Silky gloves covering her arms up to her elbow and her signature bunny ears. She walked on the stage with her red hair floating behind her. Joel kissed her hand and spun her.

"Hunny Bunny Everyone." The people applauded her, and she gave a polite bow. Joel continued. "Can I have the honor of dedicating a song for you?"

"Oh, Joel, stop." She said. "Only if we can catch a drink later."

"It's always my pleasure."

He was lively. I wish I got to that age with that much energy. He played here every weekend. The Raspberries were a staple for the club already, and as he started playing 'Hunny Bunny', the song he wrote for her, she got off the stage, leaving a little red on her face.

It was hard to catch looks in a club where everybody dressed so scantily, but Marissa turned heads as she marched through the crowd. The way she walked was something that I tried to replicate, but she broke that when she locked eyes with me.

"Crissie!! I didn't see you yesterday. I was worried you weren't well." She said, picking my hand up and embracing me. "Oh my, you have a client. I'm sorry." The guy eyed her down immediately.

"Yesterday, I did only one scene and left." I said.

"I thought of calling you, but you never answer your phone." The phone was in front of me. I don't have the habit of bringing it to the club, but today I was waiting for something. "And what do you think of my new outfit?"

"It's really hot."

"You're gonna make me blush, Crissie. I can hook you up with a new one, too. I know a guy."

"It's not really on my budget right now."

"Well, I'm going to leave yo-" Before she could finish my phone ringed, finally.

"Hello." I answered. My voice was lower pitched, but I kept it that way.

Soft breathing came from the other side and then a soft voice. "Hi, it's Abbie."

"You called."

"Yeah, ha ha. So..." She stayed in silence. And continued, "How are you?"

"I'm good..." noticing my surrounds once again, I added, "Actually, I'm in the middle of something right now. Can I call you later...? Or better yet, when are you free for us to meet again?"

"I-I'm pretty busy during the week, but I'm good on Friday, if you agree."

"Okay, Friday it is." I confirmed, hanging up with a smile on my face.

"Oooh, Crissie has a date?" Marissa said, poking my arm. "When did that happen?"

"Yeah... I met this girl at a party."

"Going to parties, dating chicks?" She grabbed me by the shoulders. "Who are you?" She looked down for a second and came back to me. "Does she know of your situation?"

"Nope."

"You gotta break it to her eventually."

"We just met... And I don't know if it means anything yet so..."

"And who did she meet?"

"Cris." I pointed at myself.

"Okay... Anyway. I'll be leaving you to it. Good luck on your scene and your date."

She left, and the guy followed her with his eyes. I snapped my finger, and he came back to me. "Finish reading?"