She sets her loose

The bartender, despite his obvious excitement at serving such a powerfully attractive customer, made the drinks quickly and professionally. The benefits of patronizing a high-class establishment, though Cobrina as the two "specialties of the house" were deposited before her.

"That will be..." Before the bartender could finish offering the price, Cobrina silenced him with her black card. "Run a tab," she stated cooly. "Yes, ma'am," the bartender replied enthusiastically, sensing that a rather large tab would be run up during the course of the evening, with a correspondingly large tip. Before he had a chance to thank the wealthy patron, she had grabbed the large shot glasses and was strutting away, leaving the bartender to shudder as he watched her perfect ass sway away from him.

"Drink up, bitch," Cobrina commanded, handing one of the shots to her ****. Empathica sniffed the proffered drink, then doubled over in pain. "I SAID, DRINK IT, NOT SMELL IT," the dominatrix stated forcefully. "You will feel this pain until you do!"

With tremendous effort, Empathica managed to bring the shot glass to her mouth. The mind-numbing pain made it hard to even move, but she turned the glass over and quoffed the entire thing in one gulp. Instantly the pain was gone, replaced by a pleasant tingling in her mouth and throat. "How quickly you forget to obey me, BITCH," Cobrina snarled. "I'm sorry, Mistress," the former superheroine apologized meekly.

With her eyes on the ground, Empathica could not see the corner of Cobrina's mouth turn up in a smirk. "Drink this one too, bitch," she ordered, handing the other shot to the cowed heroine. "But I thought this was yours..." Empathica began, but Cobrina had only to arch her eyebrow before Empathica obeyed, downing the oversized shot in one swallow. "Stay here," Cobrina commanded, returning to the bar.

After six Snakebites, Empathica's head was swimming. The pounding of the music and the swaying of the bodies on the dance floor had her entranced. "Find me prey," Cobrina ordered, gently pushing her new charge towards one of the many dance floors in the enormous club. Without even consciously thinking about it, Empathica found herself dancing, her snakeskin-clad body grinding and bouncing to the music. Bodies gyrated all around her, the lights flashing and pulsing to the steady beat. She lost herself in the feelings, strobe lights making everything move in stop-motion, lasers illuminating various points all over the dance floor. Soon enough she felt a body grinding behind her own, its motions matching her pulsing hips as they swayed from side to side and back and forth. Hands stroked her hips and thighs, then slipped up her torso to slide against her breasts. Empathica closed her eyes and drank in the feelings, the bass strong enough to rattle her rib cage but the tender touch of her dance partner the perfect counterpoint. Involuntarily she moaned, "Yessss..." as she continued to dance.

Her eyes still closed, she spun to face her partner, sliding her crotch against one leg and humping up and down to the steady beat of the music. She tossed her head back, her hair flying wildly as she grinded away. The tone of the music changed slightly, the unspoken message compelling her to move even more erotically. The dance now became one of seduction as opposed to simple sexual rhythm. She slowly moved her arms from side to side, making her whole body a snake trying to charm its master. As the song reached a crescendo she pulled her body upward and attacked with a kiss, the other dancer's arms encircling her, their bodies entwined and pusling together. Their two tongues darted against each other, mouths pounding in unison to the movements their bodies could not help but continue.

Finally the DJ had to mix a new song, one whose beat was not quite so demandingly sexual, and the kiss was broken. Empathica opened her eyes to gaze upon the creature that had so skillfully slipped up and ensnared her, and was taken aback to find it was another woman. In fact, it was a woman dressed much like herself, in skin-tight snakeskin (only pink) and impossibly high heels, her hair pulled back into a ponytail so severe it would surely cause a headache by the end of the night. Her makeup was powerful but at the same time slutty, an invitation to anyone who looked upon her that she was available for sexual coupling.

The other woman looked at Empathica breathlessly, her mouth hanging open erotically. "I want you," she finally mouthed, the volume of the club making conversation virtually impossible on the dance floor. Empathica could only nod in agreement, her ****-clouded mind unable to deal with the overload of sensory input. As the pink-clad snake-woman turned to walk away, Empathica was overcome with dread at what her new Mistress would say...