Mistress Kara

The woman standing before you is, in a word, impressive. Tall, with wide muscular shoulders that nearly fill the doorway, wide hips that flare out from her extremely tightly corseted waist, and extremely thick thighs. “Hello sweetie” She says which draws your eyes away from her body to her surprisingly kind face. The woman’s eyes seem to smile over her pink cheeks, bright red lips, all topped with a bright red Mohawk. The first word that come to your head is mamma bear, as she seems to radiate that fierce nurturing feeling.

“Hello, um, I saw a flyer and... well...” you start, and the warmth of the large woman seems to throw you off.

“Oh I figured sweety. Come on in and we will get you all set up.” With a wave she ushers you in and has you follow down an old hall way. Her large ass sways infront of you, mesmerizing you slightly through her blue jeans.

She guides you into a bar, sparsely populated as the night has not begun yet. The bar itself is long and made of a polished redwood with atleast two dozen swiveling round seats parked in front, but the bar is hardly the most noticeable thing. In the middle of the large room is a metal grated octagon cage, set about ten feet lower than the rest of the room, with the black mats currently being cleaned by two latex clad women on their knees.

The large woman walks behind the bar while pointing to the very edge seat, commanding you to “sit”. You obey, watching her grab paperwork to put infront of you followed by pouring herself a shot as she leans onto the bar. “Now, sweety, My name is Mistress Kara, and I run this place. Welcome to the Ring, the only lesbian club in town, not to mention the only one with such special events. We normally pack the place up even without our events, but it is guaranteed to be full and hopping tonight. Now did you know what night it was?”