Something About You • Lesbian | BDSM •

2. The Party

Back in her apartment, Mari shed her work uniform and put on a soft tank and pajama bottoms. The pink and golden sunset shone through her window as she grabbed her laptop and climbed on her bed. Her browser was already open to the site where she shares her writing, and with fourteen new notifications. She's had some mild success as an erotica writer in the past year.. reaching the top of multiple categories and winning a runner up award in a contest once, she was feeling pretty good about it — and, to be honest, she enjoyed the attention. She liked the idea that her readers might be fantasizing and pleasuring themselves to her stories. Using her writing talents to make others horny made her horny.

"woww <3"
"I wish I could find a mistress like this.."
"This part makes me SO wet omg."

The comments she got made her happy, and they also turned her on. Sometimes she'll go back to parts of her stories when she gets comments and reads them as if she's reading them for the first time, which usually ends with her sliding her fingers in her panties. As she was reading new comments on her latest chapter of "Carnal Hearts," the story of a young girl with submissive tendencies who stumbles on a job listing for a live in maid at a lavish mansion full of dominant women in training — it's better than it sounds, i promise — she found herself drifting back into the role of the submissive maid. The section she was reading was a predicament bondage scene: the maid hadn't cleaned her mistress's heels well enough the night before and was facing punishment. She's made to apologize on her knees before being cropped, counting and thanking her mistress between each hit. She's then chained up onto a horse with a vibrating sybian attached to the saddle. Unable to get off, she can only shift her weight to relieve discomfort while the sybian slowly builds her up to multiple intense and painfully frustrating edges, but it's never enough to make her go over. Gagged, her eyes plead with her mistress to let her cum, but she just holds her head and whispers, "No, sweetie," and tells her that she's doing this for her own good.

Obviously, Mari was very proud of what she'd written, proud enough to show it her appreciation. Rubbing her clit to the idea, she leaned back and began to relax in her bed. A moment later, she was startled by a knock at her door. 'Who the fuck,' she thought to herself as she considered not getting up at all. Another knock. With a groan, Mari got up, re-tucked, and walked over to the door. She looked through the peephole, 'holy shit,' she thought. It was Rose from the mailroom. Mari opened the door.

"Hi?"
"Hi, I think this was delivered to my apartment by mistake." Rose said as she held out a box out in front of her. "It was just sitting outside my door when I found it."

Mari looked and saw her name on it. It also said "TOYS & RESTRAINTS LLC." printed in large bold letters in the return address section. Mari's face flushed pink as she saw Rose glance at it. A thought flashed across Mari's eyes, 'Fuck, why did I order it from eBay?'

"Oh yeah.. thanks, I was waiting for this." Mari said, almost stammering.
"Sure," Rose replied, in a new tone, that, if Mari wasn't mistaken, saw right through her, "don't get into too much trouble."

They exchanged smiles and said goodbye. Mari watched a moment as Rose walked down the hallway before closing her door and just about crumpling against it. Why was she embarrassed about this? Did Rose even know? She couldn't have, but then why did it seem like she knew? and why was Mari turned on by the thought? She went back to her room to think about it, and probably edge a bit too.

A few hours later, Mari had gotten distracted and was now watching top ten countdown videos on youtube — the last one was "Top 10 Most Haunted Castles," now she's halfway through "Top 10 Ice Cream Flavors in America." — They're a bit pointless, but they can be a decent way to pass the time. Tonight though, they were telling Mari a bit more. While listening to the narrator ramble on about the nation's number one manufacturer of small batch pistachio ice cream, she realized that she wanted some, and that she hadn't eaten since about three o'clock that afternoon. She briefly considered having something delivered, but was quickly dissuaded after seeing the extra fees. Throwing an overcoat over her pajamas, she made her way to the bodega on the corner.

It's cold this time of year, and she could feel her nipples harden as she pushed herself through the swirling bite of the city's night winds. They curled around her as she reached the bodega's guiding light – an outline of blue and white neon tracing the edges of its fluorescent washed windows. Once inside, Mari considered her options. Nose deep in ice cream selections, she heard her name called from behind her.

"Hey Mari!"
Mari turned to see who it was.
"Funny seeing you here," they continued.
It was Alan, another one of Mari's neighbors. They had been friendly many times before, but mostly in passing.
"Oh, hey Alan," Mari said with a smile, "What's going on?"
"Not much, just grabbing beer for my party tonight."
"You're having a party?"
"Yeah, actually, what're you up to? You should come."
"To a party? I'd have to go home and change first."
"What do you mean? You look great just how you are!" he said as he reached into the fridge for a case of Miller Lite.
Mari chuckled, "Yeah, sure," obviously he's joking.
Slowing down for a moment, Alan looked at Mari, "Really, I mean it, you look really nice," he said with a smile that held an air of reassurance.

Something about that made her feel better. Truth be told, Mari had a bit of a crush on Alan when they first met. The cute mysterious neighbor, who, unfortunately, stayed mysterious.

"What kind of party is it?"
"Nothing big, just a few friends and neighbors. Come on, I promise it'll be fun!"
Mari considered her ice cream again for a moment. "I should probably eat.."
"Ice cream?" Alan interjected, "I got some pizzas already upstairs, you're welcome to them."

That was all Mari needed to hear. Next thing she knew she was following Alan to his apartment. She actually couldn't remember which number was his. He had told her once before — if she ever needed anything etc. etc. — but was it 315 or 415? The elevator stopped on the third floor. 315 it was. As Alan pushed the door open, Mari saw that the party had already started. Usual apartment lighting had given way to a rotating blue hue, and loud music and conversation bounced across the walls. As Mari made her way to the pizzas across the room, she noticed Rose was already there, engaged in conversation with someone she hadn't met before. Rose didn't look up. Mari picked up a slice of pizza and leaned against the counter. Alan came over and handed her a beer.

"Thanks, nice place!" Mari vocalized over the harsh mix of sound that filled the room.
"Yeah sure, thanks!" Alan chucked at the idea. For a dump it wasn't so bad, "haven't seen you around a whole lot! what've you been up to?"

Mari considered what she would tell him for a moment. Not much, just that she wanted to quit her job at the diner? that she was waiting for her erotica career to take off? that she was considering camming to make ends meet?

"Just working, you know!" she shouted over the music.
"Sure I get that!" he responded, only partially audible.

Mari couldn't help it, her eyes drifted across the room and hung on Rose, facing away from her talking to someone Mari didn't know. There was something about her that Mari couldn't put her finger on. She must've been staring because,

"Have you met Rose?" Alan shouted.
"Yeah sort of, we met for a moment in the mail room." Mari replied.
"She seems cool, works in tech, if you can believe it."
A moment passed as they both looked at her across the room. Mari downs the last of her beer.

"Well hey Alan," she said, "thanks for the pizza. I should get back, I have to work early tomorrow."
Alan expressed his disappointment, but thanked Mari for stopping by. As she was slipping into her boots by the door, she could feel someone walking over.
"Going somewhere?" It was Rose, standing over her.
Looking up, Mari replied, "just back to my apartment."
Rose looked at her a moment, "Can I come with you?"

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