Not at first, no…

At the sound of my words and the sight of my actions much of the taling in the bar had ceased. Most of the women in here were newbies and clearly curious to see how this scene would play out.

Unfortunately, the unlooked for attention seemed to unnerve the pretty teenager.

“Ummm… I’m s-sorry,” she stammered. “I have to m-meet by boyf… my girl…. Er my friend. Sorry.”

With that, she stumbled to her feet, picked her drink up, put it down, grasped her handbag and stumbled off to the ‘ladies’. I pursed my lips and sighed. That hadn’t gone quite as I’d planned. The conversations around me restarted as people avoided my gaze and pretended that nothing had happened. I turned back to Tanya, who smiled and offered me another martini. I signalled a polite refusal and thought about what I should do next.

There was still the lady in black, but after my rather public rejection, I doubted that she would be interested. After all, no woman wants to be considered second best.

My thoughts returned to the skittish teenager. She clearly wasn’t used to the scene. Probably a bi-curious virgin, attracted by Tanya’s ladies night advert. I licked my deep red lips: Definitely worth pursuing.

I sauntered towards the restrooms in pursuit of my prey. If she thought she could hide from unwelcome admirers in the ladies, she was clearly still thinking like a straight girl.

I entered Dark Candy’s ornate but pristine lavatory facilities. Only one cubicle was occupied – it was still early in the evening. I heard a heavy breathing and perhaps a quiet sobbing coming from within. My little teenager.

I was concerned at the sobbing. Had I gone too far and freaked her out? I wanted to be her Mistress if she would have me and have command of her body. I didn’t want to frighten her off. But then, I reasoned, she must have had some idea of what she was getting herself into; must have wanted to come into the club. Perhaps she was upset that her courage had failed her.

In which case, I decided, I was doing her a favour by coming in here after her. If I hadn’t followed her, she would doubtless have composed herself and then fled back into her mundane little straight life. Now she had a second chance. I positioned myself casually by the basins and waited for the eighteen year old to re-emerge from her cubicle.