3 Fill that Drink

I just get home, shower and climb into bed. Finding I can't sleep and my hard on has returned. I think back to earlier in the night, I was so close to having Lirael, but my job interfered.

It's probably for the best, I realize. I still think of her moans as I ate her out, stroking my cock to relieve the pain in my balls. Soon in my thoughts those moans don't belong to Lirael, but the nameless beauty I saw in the hospital. I picture her hair is messy because of me, deep inside of her, and I find my release quickly. Wiping my self off with a towel, then going to the bathroom to finish cleaning myself off, I look into the mirror and shake my head at myself.

"I need a real woman in my life." I shake my head at myself, before returning to bed and falling asleep.

The next Friday, after another week of extra work and research, I'm back at the club, hoping to find a sub I can enjoy for the night with all the new members we've received lately. I talk to Dass at the bar who's helping Simon as Friday's and Saturdays have become busy.

Lance sits down beside me and we knock back a few drinks and I fill him in about last Friday night with out giving too many details. I do tell him about the gorgeous woman I saw at the hospital though.

"If it had been a different situation, I would have chased her down and gotten a name at least. I guess I will forever wonder who she was." I run my hand down my face before knocking my drink back.

"Who knows, you might see her again." Lance pats my back, "Hell, I'm hoping to see Lirael tonight to be honest. Her friend Sarina is here and I guess she's had a rough night too. She's talking to her in the back."

I have Scott fill my glass again, as me and Lance keep talking, discussing some of the newer members. Finding no one that fits my taste or my desires, I push the glass towards Scott, waving him off to not refill it.

"I think that I'm going to take off..." I start, as Lirael comes out of the back with her friend.

The gorgeous woman I saw last Friday night. Tonight she looks even better, wearing tight black pants on her thick thighs, her wavy blonde hair down past her shoulders and blue, button up blouse. My heart starts pounding rapidly in my chest, making me feel light headed.

I sit back down, my legs not able to hold my weight and say, "Never mind, Scott fill that drink for me."

Lance looks where I am and back to me, "You alright, Brian?"

Trying to calm my rapidly beating heart, I croak out, "Yes, of course." I clear my throat and whisper, "That's her. From the hospital."

Lance looks back to the woman and then to me a few times, before throwing his head back and laughing out loud. "Imagine that." He throws a hand on my back and chuckles. "Good luck, buddy. You're going to need it."

Lirael approaches us with the woman, introducing her after ordering them drinks. "Lance you know Sarina, but Brian this is my friend, Sarina. Sarina this is our friend Brian."

Sarina, her name is just as beautiful as she is.

We shake hands and she gives me a polite smile, "Oh yeah, you mentioned him before. You introduced Lance and Lirael."

I nod, "I did." My words are trapped in my head and she gives me an odd look.

"You look familiar. Where have I seen you before?" She asks, trying to remember.

"Um.." I start out, about to mention where when she has a light bulb go off in her mind as she looks me up and down, appraising me.

"A week ago, at the hospital. You were holding your girlfriend." She nods.

"Yes. No... No..." I shake my head, "That was not my girlfriend. It was one of my patients who has no one and needed someone to be there that night." I try to clear the situation.

She covers her mouth, "Sorry, I just assumed. Patient though? What kind of patient?" She asks quizzically.

"Brian is a psychiatrist. A damn good one at that." Lirael sings my praises, making me shy from the compliment.

"I do what I can. What about you, Sarina? What's your line of work?" I ask, wanting to strike up a conversation.

She smiles awkwardly, "Well, I own my own business, but I've had to hire someone to help lighten my workload. I had to become a caregiver to my brother after a car accident he had."

"I'm sorry to hear that." I admit.

She scoffs, "Don't be too sorry. He's lucky to still be alive. Especially after the shit he pulled last Friday night. Anyways." She turns to Lirael, "so this is the bar of the club?" She looks around and appraises the scenes on display for anyone to see.

Lirael nods, taking Sarina away with their drinks.

Lance leans over, "She is tough broad, that one." He sighs taking a drink.

I chuckle, "That may be true, but I'm still interested." I take a sip from my glass as they both make their way back over to us.

She takes a seat next to Lirael and goes over the contracts that are made up for everyone. She nods, listening to Lirael explain everything to her. I can't help but watch as she chews her bottom lip, looking over and marking boxes as she goes.

She looks up to Lirael and asks a question, "If I mark this one, does that mean I'd be treated like that in front of everyone?" She points to the public humiliation spot, where one of the subs had drinks thrown on them, spit on, smack around, and much more.

Lirael shakes her head, "No that falls under public shaming, if you are not interested in that, you put that under your hard limits section. To be a submissive does not mean you'll be treated like a slave. It means you're willing to obey or give control over to another, the dominate, who will be responsible for you. That may mean though that you will be trained to be submissive and punished when you disobey or talk back. Some people like that, though. We call them brats, who push their dom's buttons and see how far they can take disobeying them until they eventually submit again."

You could still see the confusion on Sarina's face, I state without thinking, "Maybe you should show her."

They both look towards me, Lance raises a brow in thought before nodding. "He's right, we could show her the dynamics of it. Brian could come with and explain to her so that way you're not having to stop and explain everything and just flow with it."

Sarina blushes, "Um... are you sure you want to do that?" She glances back and forth between Lirael and Lance.

They both shrug, "Wouldn't be the first time. If you're not comfortable with it though, we don't have to." Lirael tells her, making sure her friend was comfortable.

She nods, "Okay. As long as you're all okay with it." She takes and finishes her drink and asks for another. "Shall we?" She smiles awkwardly at us.

We all go Lances and Lirael's playroom, Sarina and I sitting on the small sofa while they went and got ready.

After a minute of tense silence, Sarina turns to me asking, rather formally, "So you are obviously a member. I hope your informing me doesn't interfere with anything you may have had planned?"

I smirk, "No this doesn't interfere with my evening. I'd just be going home if I wasn't doing this."

I'm thrilled to be here with you. It's what I want to say, but hold it in.

Sarina nods, lost in her thoughts for a moment.

"It's okay, if you feel awkward. That's normal when you first join, but we all tend to understand each other here. We can be ourselves or anyone else, if we enjoy role playing, we accept someone for who they are here." I try to reassure her, in case she's feeling uncomfortable.

She reddens around the ears, her neck flushing with her face, "Is it that obvious I'm so new to all this?" She takes a sip of her drink and hides her face in her cup.

"Yes, but like I said, it's fine. Lirael was brand new to all this about seven years ago, and well, you'll see how she does now." I sit up a little straighter, as Sarina scoots a little closer, placing her drink back on the table.

"So what type of psychiatry do you specialize in?" She asks, looking for a more comfortable topic.

I sigh, "Well, I can handle any case, but I specialize in people who have suffered from trauma due to physical, emotional and sexual abuse."

Sarina nods, "Oh... So.. Lirael was a patient of yours?"

I nod, "Yes, but she'll have to tell you about that."

Sarina nods, "Yes, of course, I'm sorry. So that is a specific and difficult subject to specialize in. What made you choose that?" She asks, genuinely curious.

I take a large drink from my glass, sighing, "Some one I knew very well was raped. They didn't get the help they needed after the fact and they killed themselves. I wanted to make sure that I could be there for others, so they would not feel alone like the person I knew did and resort to suicide."

She looks taken aback, then remorseful, "I'm so sorry to hear that, but at least you are helping others. I'm sure that person would be happy and proud to know that."

I nod, thinking back on the past, but clear my throat to move on, "Thank you. So I guess I should inform you about some of this before hand."

I go into deeper detail about subs and dom's, letting her know that this type of power exchange dynamic is one built on trust, understanding from honest communication, and respect for each other. That a dom will take control, putting the subs well being first, but knowing how to push their limits by what they have talked about and discussed prior.

"It's all consensual of course and any time a safe word is used, every thing is to immediately stop. Most people use the universal safe word of Red, since it's so easy to understand." I inform Sarina, who's been paying attention, listening and asking questions here and there. Her rapt attention to my every word doesn't pass by me, and the way she leans in when I'm talking, like she might miss a word is letting me know she's interested in me.

The door opens and in walks Lance and Lirael, Lirael dressed in her outfit and Lance in just his underwear.

Sarina, bless her heart, blushes head to toe. I can't help the grin that lights up my face at her adorable embarrassed reaction. She quickly gathers herself and takes another sip of her drink, sitting back and tries to get comfortable.