A Dangerous Sub (gxg)

Seven

"What the f-" The girl mumbled, spitting the food she chewed into a napkin, she coughed up the remnants that stuck to the walls of her throat and her eyes watered. Did she read correctly or were her eyes deceiving her?

Flexing the contract in her hand, she bent and twist it in all obscure angles simply to read the words written there. The woman wanted to fuck her, or at least it was what the pieces of paper indicated. It mentioned the possibility of there being physical contact if she ever agreed to be subject to the woman and at the mention of words like submitting and bondage was where Amberle wanted to draw the line.

What fifty shades of grey type shit was this woman into? Not that the girl wasn't familiar with the lifestyle, but why was she a judge, involved in it and wanted her to consent to be parting of it too was the biggest enigma. Better yet why was she trying to get the girl involved in coitus? Amberle was a sexually liberated girl but she had boundaries surprisingly and being tied up by a married woman was where she drew the invisible line.

But boy did she have so many questions for Joslyn when she came the next day. Scratch that, she was going to call her instead, the girl didn't plan on waiting for her honour to come marching in the following day, spewing all sorts of rhetorics that would confuse her. Reaching into the pocket of her jeans, Amberle pulled out her phone and unlocked it, she dialled the woman's number. Placing it to her ear, she listened carefully for her to come on the other end.

"Yes?" Joslyn's voice was smooth as velvet when she answered after the aggravating delay. "You're a sick fucking woman do you know that?" The girl yelled into the woman's ear.

"Why is that?"

To be honest, the woman was confused. All so suddenly the girl was screaming down into her phone about her being a sick woman.

"You want me to be your fucking humping doll, to be specific a fucking sub?"

"First of all," she heard the woman say and shuffling came afterwards. The shuffling continued until a door was heard being shut softly.

"Don't you ever raise your voice at me again, do you understand?" Joslyn hissed at the girl and it was almost like she was there because Amber flinched.

"Fuck you, you don't get to tell me what to do."

"Are you sure about that? Your choice of words and that stinking attitude? They are ruining the good things for you, sweetheart,"

"Look, I don't care alright, I just called to let you know I'm not signing this contract, why even would you want to do those things with me?"

"So that means that you don't need my help anymore?"

"Wait, Yes, I do, but I'm not signing this god damned contract, it's ridiculous."

"Then why is it that I must help you, but you don't want to do anything for me in return?" Joslyn questioned.

"I don't mind doing things for you, but I'm not agreeing to this, it's ridiculous, you can't just demand stuff from me like I'm fucking beneath you. God, I might be a little messed up but I'm not someone's toy,"

There was silence. Joslyn tried her best to control her anger, the phone at her ear laid motionless while she squeezed it. "You're refusing?"

"Yeah I am," said the annoyed girl and silence fell all through the line again. She could feel tangible tension floating freely between them— it was thick and sticky, it reminded her that the possibility exist come the next day that the older woman was going to give her a piece of her mind for yelling at her.

"We'll discuss this tomorrow when I come, do you understand?"

"Yeah, sure whatever." Amberle sighed. She was about to hang up when Joslyn's voice interrupted her.

"And another thing, don't you ever call me this late again, screaming into my ear or else I promise you, you'll have a reason to hate me." She replied cutting the girl off before she could respond. Amberle stared at her phone, all sorts of emotions spiralled through her. How did she end up in all of this? She thought the opportunity with Joslyn was going to be a walkthrough, but damn the woman was way worse than Stacy however, she was already too deep in her mess to even contemplate backing out—she needed her help, so it meant sucking up her tears and slipping into her big girl shoes. The girl just didn't know how she was going to be able to handle this woman with her crazy demands, she could always say no, couldn't she?

"Fuck!" She hissed kicking the woman's couch. She felt like she was going to explode from all the pent of rage. Lately, everyone had been doing whatever they wanted to her even if she didn't start something first. Danny, Stacy, Joslyn, they were all the same she thought, just different faces and attire. Deep beneath their principles were similar.