Mistress and Mommy

Chapter One

The music in the club was nearly deafening as I sipped on the drink in my hand. I sat alone at the bar, watching people dance to the music. It was well past midnight, but I didn't care. I had gotten laid off that morning and had spent nearly the entire afternoon and evening drinking my sorrows away.

I didn't know how I would be able to pay my rent, but I didn't particularly care at that moment. Not as two incredibly beautiful women approached. I averted my eyes immediately, staring intently at my drink.

"It's not going to make a run for it if you look away," one of them, a brunette, said as she sat on one side of me, the other, a blonde, sitting on my other side.

"I know," I laughed.

"How many of those have you had?" the blonde questioned as I finished off my tenth drink of the night.

I shrugged, giggling. "A few."

"Special occasion?" she continued.

"No, my stupid boss just laid me off," I chuckled, waving the bartender over for another. "And I have no idea how I'm going to pay for my rent this month." I snorted, pressing my forehead against the bar and quivering with laughter.

"I'm sorry to hear that," the brunette commented. "But you have family to stay with if it comes to it, right?"

I snorted. "Nah. My mom thinks I'm a demon worshiper and my dad's been dead for years."

"Friends then, sweetheart?" The blonde said, laying her hand on my shoulder as I sat up.

I leaned forward and whispered loudly to her. "Nope. I'm too quiet for friends." 

"Oh, you poor thing," the blonde took my hand gently. "You must have someone."

"Nope on a rope," I giggled as the bartender handed me another drink. The brunette snatched it away before I had a chance to take it.

"You've had enough for tonight." She was wearing a long-sleeved button-up shirt that was unbuttoned enough to see plenty of cleavage.

"No," I whined, reaching for it and nearly falling off the stool. The blonde pulled me back quickly.

"Just give her the drink, my love. We both know she'll regret it in the morning."

The brunette handed the glass back to me, and a few minutes later it was gone. At that point, I was leaning heavily on the blonde's shoulder as she talked about...something. Her words and gorgeous face were all blurry, making me forward to try and steady her.

She rubbed my hand gently, saying something to the brunette that I just barely managed to catch the end of. "—take her home."

The blonde closed out my tab as the brunette tried and failed to make me stand up. I very nearly collapsed, and I would've had she not swept me up effortlessly into her arms. Pretty and strong. 

The blonde followed close behind us as they navigated me out of the crowded bar and into the nearly empty parking lot. "My car—" I slurred as they laid me in the backseat of a black BMW that I didn't recognize.

"We'll get it in the morning, baby. Don't worry," the blonde assured me as she sat beside me. I laid heavily on her as the brunette got into the driver's seat. "Take these before you pass out." She handed me a couple of Advil and a bottle of water which I took thankfully.

I laid my head on her chest, too tired and dizzy to even consider where they were taking me. We drove for a while, at least an hour, and by the time we had parked, I could barely even acknowledge that we weren't at my apartment.

"Come on, little girl. Let's get you inside," the brunette, hummed as she picked me up.

"Where—"

"Shh," the blonde hummed as I was carried upstairs to a front door that I didn't recognize. The house was exquisite — worth much more than my stupid one-bedroom apartment. My eyes were too heavy to leave open as the brunette carried me, and the last thing I remembered was being laid in a feather-soft bed.