Bdsm: Searching For Domination

Jill stepped into the nightclub ready to relieve the stress she'd collected after a busy day. A couple of handsome men caught her eye and activated her sexual imagination. It had, after all, been over a year since she'd had a relationship with a man. She wondered what some of those good-looking guys could do to her and for a split second her imagination drifted to someplace dangerous.



But in the end those naughty thoughts were interrupted by her friend, Mina, waving her over to a booth in the rear. With her olive-skin and long black hair, she would have been hard to miss.



Jill stepped over and plopped herself into a seat. 'Glad I finally found you,' Jill said. 'I forgot how crowded this place gets on a Friday night.'



'Yeah, this is the night the horny frat boys come out to play. As a matter of fact, I've been hit on three times just in the ten minutes I've been waiting for you.'



'Glad I got here when I did.'



'Me too,' Mina said. 'Oh, I've taken the liberty of ordering for you. I know rum and coke is what settles you down after a stressful day.'



'Yeah, and I could definitely use some settling down today.'



'Rough day at the paper?'



'It was insane. Remember that story I've been working on about the strike at the auto plant? I had to deal with people evading my questions all day long. It's enough to make want to put my fist through somebody's -'



'Excuse me, ma'am,' a man interrupted, stepping up to Jill. His boyish face seemed stretched with worry.



'Yes? Can I help you?' Jill asked.



The man said, 'I seemed to have misplaced something around here. I'm wondering if you can help me find it?'



Lifting up from the seat, Jill checked around. 'Well, I don't see anything here. What exactly are you looking for?'



'My heart,' the guy said. 'I think you stole it the second you arrived.'



Across the booth, Mina snickered. Jill's face turned sour. 'Nice try.'



The guy took the seat next to Jill and went on. 'Did you like that one? Well, my name is Jerry and it's a big pleasure to meet you.'



'Uh, Jerry, I don't remember asking you to have a seat.'



'That's okay, my memory gets a little cloudy after a few drinks too. Perhaps we can discuss the matter of memory problems over the phone. Of course, in order to do that, I'll need to have your phone number -'



Goodbye, Jerry,' Jill said...