Mia and her Chancellor 2 - Another Romantic Short

A Wild Challenger Appears

Mia gave herself a critical once over in her mirror. Sally would have said that she hadn't truly found her style yet. Mia thought her style just wasn't anything anyone easily could put in any category.

Madam Seitz probably thought—Mia had no clue. She couldn't remember her ever making much of a statement about the way Mia dressed; just complimenting Mia's looks as any girlfriend ought to.

It couldn't be too bad, if she called her cute, and beautiful, and ravishing. The Chancellor really liked the last one. Liked purring its r, letting her voice drawl into huskiness, savoring every syllable as her voice turned honey with desire, ensuring Mia knew exactly what she'd do to her were she anywhere within reach when she—

Mia stopped herself. It wouldn't do to get too distracted by thoughts of her Chancellor. Instead she had squeezed herself into tight leather jeans and nifty bootlets, but matched—or mismatched—those with her favorite colorful blouse.

Professional help would have been convenient for her carefully applied makeup, but she wasn't going to improve if she didn't practice.

It turned out alright.

Excluding her dancing roles, she hadn't had much of a reason to dress in a while, and she was satisfied with what the mirror showed her. Young, and fit and healthy, and nicely styled. But the message mattered most, and that her look would certainly do for. She was a woman who had put extra effort into her appearance. People would draw the right conclusions:

Look at me, I'm on the prowl!

Come dance with me.

Mia took a deep breath. Exhaled all nervousness, and every fraction of doubt she could. Kirstin was right. No point in driving herself crazy, dithering about when she knew that she'd do it anyway.

She grabbed her heavy purse. Checked that she had everything she needed. Time for the real test. Time for Challenge One.

The Kitty Parlor was noisy, dimly lit and full of chattering and dancing people. Women. Lesbians, mostly.

It was the gay bar Mia felt most comfortable with; not just because the crowd was usually pleasant and vaguely her age, but also because it was easy to blend into the tightly packed anonymous mass.

No matter what you did, you weren't going to stand out here. There always was somebody more interesting around.

Still, tonight she found herself part of the more interesting portion of the crowd.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Mia checked out her would-be seductress; unapologetically. No point making any pretentions here. If you at the Parlor alone, you weren't there to stay that way.

She liked what she saw. The girl didn't look any younger than her, with spiky, purple hair, and probably was a regular visitor at a gym. Her attractive, broad shoulders were too expertly sculpted to be mere genetic luck.

Most of all though, she looked kind, and fun. With soft eyes, an adorable blush and an infectious grin, Mia felt safe with her.

She returned the smile.

"If you can live with buying juice, I'm all for it," she yelled over the noise. Mia rarely risked getting drunk. She didn't stomach alcohol very well.

"No problem," came the reply. Then she gestured some more, and disappeared into the crowd.

Mia hoped her signals had meant 'stay put', because otherwise she had no clue what they were supposed to mean. She decided to wait and see.

Sometimes, good things came to those who waited.

"That's crazy!" Kimberly exclaimed, waving with her drink.

They had retreated into a quieter corner, away from the dance floor's music and the crowds at the bar. Some flirting, a second round of non-alcoholic drinks, this time fetched by Mia, and then she had dared tell Kimberley about her challenge.

"Yes!" Mia agreed, because it was. But she was determined to succeed now, and a little bit of craziness wasn't going to stop her. "Interested? It's cool if you aren't." She allowed herself another eyeful of Kimberly. Yummy. "But I hope you are!"

By the way Kimberly was biting her lips, Mia's wandering eyes weren't going unnoticed. "But—you are seriously telling me that your girlfriend—who lives overseas—told you to go make out with some other girl?" She did sound as if she could scarcely believe what she heard. Understandably. "And that you could have done that with your other girlfriend but felt that that wouldn't be in the spirit of the challenge?"

"Sure! It's not a challenge if it's easy, right? Sally would just have gone along with it. So, nope, I want to do better and surprise Ma—my other girlfriend."

Kimberly looked as if she simply didn't know what to say. Or think. Whatever she had hoped to get out of approaching Mia—a dance, some flirting, a phone number perhaps—this had not been it.

Mia gave her some time to process. Don't rush her.

"Are there more challenges?" Kimberly finally asked.

"Ha. Got to have three challenges, right?" Then Mia got what Kimberly was really asking. "The other ones I got right now are just for me."

"What about after those? Is this a one time thing?" Kimberley pressed.

"Hadn't thought about that! Probably not." Hopefully not. Mia was enjoying herself too much already, forgotten all reasons for nervousness in her giddy excitement, not unlike when she was on stage, dancing. And the mere thought of future challenges—

"Then—fuck it, I'll do it! But! Only if I'm an option for future challenges too!"

"Sneaky!" Like something Sally would do. Mia grinned. "Alright, why not?"

She handed Kimberley her action cam, mounted on a comfortable headband. Make enough dance clips and you accumulated enough equipment to do anything.

Kimberley placed it on her head, and fumbled to turn it on. A tiny light signaled that the recording had started.

Mia's whole body heated in anticipation. "Touch me, Kim."

Her new friend took a deep breath, blushed, and swallowed. Then her hands found Mia's body, strong fingers on pliant flesh, eager to touch and to be touched, and they were both lost in their own worlds—

Challenge One, get taken to second base—passed.

Bonus points for recording it, too.