➺ Fingering
➺ Rough sex
➺ Spanking
➺ Exhibitionism
➺ Public sex
➺ Humiliation
➺ Figging
➺ Ménage à trois
NOTE: In this chapter there is a KimChay scene but if that makes you uncomfortable please skip this chapter or stop reading all together. Please remember this story isn't real, so don't take offense to it, thank you.
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"You're a cute little thing, aren't you?" She moved closer, analyzing Pete with her sharp eyes, and the boy's smile faltered. He hadn't expected that kind of comment, as much as he didn't doubt his own cuteness for a second. "Exactly my kind of boy."
"Take it easy, Moon..." Vegas warned, but there was no warning on his face, so Pete didn't take it as a threat. Moonbyul smiled even wider, leaning on the counter, and blinking one of her eyes at the boy.
"Just kidding. Although it wasn't a lie." Her chin rested on one hand. "I would remember your face if I saw you before, so I assume this is your first time at Stigma, cutie?"
"It's my first time in such a club, actually." He revealed, not knowing why. Her eyebrows rose.
"Oh, and what are you thinking so far?
"It's a pretty peculiar place."
The woman laughed out loud, nodding.
"It definitely is." She brought her face closer to the boy, the expression of one who was about to tell a secret, and spoke, "And that's what makes it good."
Pete smiled a little, genuinely agreeing. Vegas took the lead in the conversation.
"Does Solar know you're out there hitting on other people's submissives?" Vegas asked, his voice containing touches of amusement. Moonbyul sighed, denying it.
"My pet is out of town this weekend, so I'm unsupervised." She gave an adorable little pout. "That bar gets so lonely without her. I was even having fun with Kinn's sub, but he left, and now I'm alone again."
"That sounds hard." Vegas said, wryly.
"Very hard." Moonbyul laughed some more, and tapped the counter lightly. "So, what will you have?"
If there was a bar with alcoholic drinks, it meant that they were allowed, even if they might interfere with people's mental state. However, everyone seemed sober, and if Vegas said that wasn't very suitable, then it was possible that there was a limit to the amount of alcohol that could be ingested for those who were going to perform some scene. Pete looked at the dominant, who nodded, encouraging him to order something if he wanted to.
"A mojito?"
"Sure. How about you, Vegas?"
"I'm fine, thanks." Vegas declined with a wave of his hand.
Moonbyul was about to move away to collect what was needed, when a girl approached the counter, depositing an empty tray on top of that. She had pigtails, and an absurdly short, black dress. An orange lock of hair shone between the blonde strands of her head.
"Mistress Moon, are my orders ready?" She asked, her voice so energetic, it bordered on childish. She was swaying on her own feet, as if unable to stand still for long. The small, seemingly cunning eyes looked at Pete, and then at Vegas. "Master Vegas!"
She propelled herself forward, but as she looked again at Pete, she seemed to think better of it, and restrained herself. Vegas smiled for the thousandth time in the evening.
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Obedient Bitch
RomanceAfter discovering that Vegas, his roommate, is actually an experienced Dom, Pete decides to take the risk and step out of his comfort zone by asking the elder to become his mentor and dominant. And to the youngster's delight, Vegas accepts, and show...
