Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

Waiting by the elevator, Faith couldn't stop bouncing on the spot. Mandi had helped her get ready, once she'd finished her shift in the Littles' Library, and the two of them had gotten all excited. She'd eaten a decent dinner and had plenty of water.

Her pulse raced, and she couldn't help but stim, fingers fluttering by her sides. She'd dressed up, as best she could: a cute black dress, with a short skirt that flirted around her knees; a bra that did what it could with what little she had; and comfortable ballet flats, because even though heels made her legs look great, Faith hated how they made her feet feel.

Mandi had declared her perfection, and Amelia had said she looked "very nice" when she'd come to pick up Mandi for their date night.

Even so, Faith had shuffled about her suite until five minutes before the time they'd agreed to meet.

The Dungeon opened at 9 p.m., and Bex had promised to get the elevator up to Faith's floor, so she wouldn't have to go down on her own. She was grateful for that.

She still couldn't quite believe Bex wanted to go with her. For all Mandi's gushing over her outfit, Faith knew she wasn't really anything special to look at. That wasn't her being down on herself, it was just an objective fact. Faith had seen what pretty and beautiful women looked like, and she knew she didn't really fit any of those molds. She was tall and slender; she was all soft and curvy. She was a mid-ground. A standard person. And Bex seemed like she was used to anything but standard.

Elevator doors dinged and opened.

Bex stepped out.

Yeah, Bex was certainly not standard.

Long, shapely legs, with thighs that dimpled beneath sheer material, made their way up to where Bex's black blazer dipped in, flaring out over wide hips and a rounded stomach.

And her breasts.

Faith had to fight to stop staring her breasts, encased in black lace and threatening to spill over the top of the material.

"Hey," said Bex.

"Murgh," said Faith. She actually said "Murgh," as if her entire brain had short circuited the moment she'd seen Bex.

"Gods, you look great," said Bex, and she held out her hand for Faith to twirl on the spot for her.

She twirled, and her skirt rose up and spun round her, hinting at the lingerie beneath.

Bex made a strangled sound, and Faith was pleased to note she might not be the only one poleaxed in this moment.

"You okay?" she asked sweetly, and Bex laughed.

"Fuck, no. How the hell am I supposed to be all cool and calm and collected, when you're out here looking like that?"

Well, wasn't that the sweetest reaction?

"Shall we…?" She nodded towards the open elevator door.

"Oh Gods, yes, yes. Please, after you."

They stood together as the doors closed, side by side, and neither of them said a word. Faith snuck a glance at Bex, who was clearly doing the same thing at the exact same moment. There was a pause and then they both burst out laughing.

"I'm a bit nervous," said Faith. "I have been to sex clubs before—I wasn't lying about that—but I've never really played in public. People usually find me a tad too…" Her voice trailed off. She didn't want to put Bex off, but at the same time it would be better to be upfront now. At least that way she wouldn't build her hopes up all evening only to have them dashed. "I've got AuDHD, so when people ask me what I want, I've answered them. Only it doesn't seem like they actually want to know, because when I do, they accuse me of topping from the bottom." She took a deep breath. "It's all very confusing really, and I'm not exactly sure what people want from a sub. There doesn't seem to be a set of rules I can follow."

The elevator dinged as it came to rest on the lower level, and the doors opened.

Faith didn't move forward. She raised her head, meeting Bex's eyes head on, almost defiantly. Fuck it. If she was going to do this, she was going to do this.

Bex put a hand out to hold the door, but waved back the large, tattooed man who came to greet them. "One sec please."

"Sure." He took a few steps back, out of earshot, but keeping them in his eyeline.

"Look, I don't know who you've met before, but they sound like arseholes. Part of negotiation is talking about what you want, what you like. That's not topping from the bottom—and frankly, I've never even really understood that phrase anyway. If you want high protocol, go somewhere like the Training House. Otherwise, a sub is not a slave unless otherwise negotiated." She shook her head in frustration, and her long hair moved about her. "So, if we decide we want to talk about… playing , well then, I will want to know all the things you want. But until then, try not to stress too much, pickle."

"Pickle?" Faith asked.

Bex brushed a hand over her face in embarrassment. "It's a term of endearment, I promise. Now, do you actually want to go to the Dungeon, or would you rather hit the cinema they've got upstairs? I'm easy either way."

Faith realized she believed Bex. That if she changed her mind and wanted to go somewhere else, Bex would happily go along with whatever she decided. "Dungeon," she said firmly, and stepped out and smiled up at the very large, tattooed security guard. "We're here to visit the Dungeon." Her voice was clear, and he smiled at her.

"Absolutely, miss. It's just reopened now, so I think you two are the first ones in."

Faith tried not to wriggle with excitement, as they stood before the double doors. When they swung open, a large open space was revealed. Across from them there was an area where visitors could look down into the play space where purple and amber lighting drew the onlooker's attention to various areas including ones where Faith could see a spanking bench and a St. Andrew's Cross.

Bex headed over to the bar, and Faith turned to join her, smiling shyly when the other woman asked what she wanted to drink. "Just a coke for me please," she said. "I don't drink if there's a chance I might be playing."

"Good girl," said Bex, and she hadn't said it like that , but Faith felt it deep in her core anyway. She fought for a few moments, before giving in and letting her smile blossom into a grin. Her fingers stimmed again, marking out patterns on the wood of the bar, and though Bex looked down and noticed, she didn't tell Faith to stop. "You okay there, pickle? Not too nervous?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so."

"Good. Why don't we take our drinks and go and sit in the lounge area, over there. That way we can have a bit of chat before lots of people arrive and it gets a bit noisier."