Recovering from the mind-blowing experience, now somewhat less aroused, I finished up in the bathroom.
The day was spent figuring out more about the life I was now in, and looking forward to the evening. I was, honestly, in a constant state of arousal and anticipation at the thought of the men I was going to meet at the Succubus. And a part of me - the part that was Mark - knew that there would be someone there who would definitely catch my eye. And I his.
Come evening, I dressed myself in a cute, if a bit conservative, dress and white over-the-knee socks. I considered for half a moment if I should be naughty and skip the underwear, but dropped that idea. I honestly wouldn't have dared.
Arriving at the club, I was greeted by a smiling woman in a leather dress. Jeannie. The feelings I felt as I looked at her were... mixed. As Mark, she had been a close friend of mine, a dominant women with which I'd sometimes played, sharing a submissive play partner. Now, she seemed intimidating, almost predatory, as she looked me over. But she let me in, and as I approached the bar I saw him... Eric. Another friend from my earlier life, tall, strong, dominant, recently out of a play partner, and looking, Mark-me knew, for something more serious. Looking for someone just like Melanie-me.
My body reacted physically at seeing him. My heart skipped a beat, then started drumming like crazy. As he turned, looked up, met my eyes, butterflies were flapping wildly, and I immediately averted my gaze to the floor. Moments later, I saw his shoes stop in front of me. I looked up, stopping half a moment at the crotch, at the man towering above my small frame. His mere proximity made me damp between my legs.
"Hello," he said, smiling. "You're new here, right? I'm Eric."
I tried to smile back at him. "Ye... yeah. Melanie," I stammered. All my old confidence was gone as he offered me his hand. "Pleased to meet you. Would you like to come join us?" Before I could answer properly, though the answer was written all over my face, he was already guiding me towards a table. I could feel Jeannie giving him a mental high five behind my back. "This is Melanie, everyone," he said, and motioned to one of them to move over to make place for the two of us. The others introduced themselves - I knew them all, already, of course, but as Melanie, I had that same double impression that I had had of Jeannie. Not that all of them seemed predatory, but the impression I got of them as Melanie had a different tint than the one I had of them as Mark.
The table was a little cramped, and Eric casually put his arm behind me. Sitting so close to him, I caught his scent. I turned towards him, tried to get a second, deeper breath. Deep, masculine, arousing. He turned to me, and I once again instinctively found myself averting my eyes downwards. This time to his crotch. He put his finger on my chin, pushed it gently upwards. "So, Melanie, tell me a little bit about yourself."
Once again, I stammered, as I tried to tell him a bit about my life. He followed up with questions, added in things about himself, and I felt myself relaxing more and more.
"So, what do you like?" he suddenly asked.
"You mean, um, like, here?"
"Yes. I mean, do you consider yourself submissive, dominant, or something else? Do you know what kind of things you enjoy - like, are you a masochist, or do you like to be tied up, or something else?" I noticed both his more specific examples were submissive options.
"I'm, like, I don't really have much experience. But, um, I think I like to be bossed around. I want a man like you to boss me around." Crap. Did I just slip out "a man like you"? Did he notice?
"I think that can be arranged," he said, and I felt his hand slide along my scalp, gripping my hair. Not hard enough to be painful, but hard enough to make me shudder.