To my surprise, two women also paid for dances with me. One of them was a heavyset yet still very pretty goth woman all decked out in a tight PVC dress. She seemed recognizable from the usual people who I saw frequented there, and over top of the music and crowd noise she told me how much she liked my appearance and stuff like that.

The other woman, I found much more interesting. She too was on the chubby side as well but had an alluring hourglass figure accented by her hips and ample bust. Her face was round with doe-like eyes, and her golden blonde hair was parted on one side and went down to her chin in a long bob cut. She wore a white t-shirt, black leather jacket, spandex skirt, and knee boots. She seemed a little shy and unsure of herself, as if she were out of place, when she introduced herself to me as AB.

We danced a couple songs together before my attention was taken elsewhere when her time with me ended.

A couple hours later in the early hours of the morning night, when I had finished my work stint, I found myself at the end of the bar having a drink. I spotted AB around twenty feet away, seemingly alone and periodically looking over at me. When our eyes met, she’d quickly turn away. After about the fourth time playing this game, I waved at her and then motioned for her to come over to where I was.

‘Hey there! ~ ‘Hey!’ we awkwardly reacquainted ourselves. I could tell she was nervous about something, so I broke the ice.

‘I do have to ask you, not that I did not enjoy myself, but why did you want to dance with me? I’m usually the type men want, not by the pretty girls like yourself.’

She blushed, and her hesitancy in replying told me something troubled her.

‘I wanted to dance with you… because I had never danced with someone else… wearing a skirt… and heels… and umm, I wanted to see how it felt.’

She seemed embarrassed with her reply and blushed again as she continued. ‘I’m sorry, it is just that I have feelings I don’t understand and I am not sure how to deal with them.’

‘What kind of feelings?’ I asked her ~ ‘I don’t know for sure but I think I like women, sometimes. It's like I like men, a lot, but then sometimes I see another woman and I get tingly in my body and in my head’.

I smiled back to help put her at ease. ‘Hey, AB… that’s okay. Nothing wrong with those feelings, I have been there too. Story of my life’

She now seemed a lot more relaxed and began to open up to me. I told her about my own bisexuality and experiences dealing with uncontrollable, confusing feelings and arousal – especially during those early days when I was coming out to myself.

As the night neared closing time, and people began to head towards the exits, she thanked me for our talk. She then asked, ‘So, do you still like girls?’ ~ ‘Of course I do!’ I eagerly replied.

‘Sometimes I feel like pussy and sometimes I feel like cock. I just sort of ebb and flow between the two of them. Most of the time I don’t think about it, really. It’s more like someone gets me aroused and I go home with them. I think about if they have a pussy or cock later.’

AB then moved closer to me and leaned into my ear, asking ‘My pretty boy, would you like to come home with me?’

I was a little taken aback by her offer. After thinking about it, I replied affirmatively. ‘Yeah, yeah I think I’d really like that.’ I thought about how long it had been since I had gone home with someone from a bar and not being the product of solicited sex. I wanted pick-up sex tonight, and not be a prostitute tonight. Looking back now, I do remember I really liked how she called me ‘pretty boy’; she may have won me over just by saying those two words.

‘AB, before we leave, can I ask you something? How much did you pay for your dances with me?’

When she told me, I felt a pang go through me – from how this sexually confused girl was willing to spend money to figure out what her mind was telling her.

‘Hold on, I’ll be right back.’

I then made my way over to where Mistress R had been sitting all night. She could tell from my expression that I was upset.

‘What’s wrong, you okay?’ ~ ‘That blond girl over there, who danced with me, I want you to give her money back!’ I then explained to Mistress R all what AB had confessed to me. ‘I cannot let some curious and scared bisexual, just how I was once, pay for her own curiosity. If you don’t pay her back, I will myself!’

While I didn’t doubt Mistress R agreed with me, her reluctance to act immediately on my request caused me to storm off, back to AB who was still waiting patiently for me to return.

‘Everything okay?’ she asked. I had cash enough on me, stuffed down inside my corset, which I had fished out and forced into her hand.

‘Here you go, our dances together are on the house,’ I said as I took her hand and made for the door. As I left, I looked back and scowled at Mistress R. After stopping by the coat check, we made our way out into the street to hail a taxi. And I did not let go of her hand until we reached her apartment some fifteen minutes later.

Once inside her apartment, AB and I rushed for the nearest couch and began kissing. Half an hour or so later when it felt ready to move on to more intimacy, she then stood up. ‘Wait out here for five minutes before coming into my bedroom, okay?’ before she then went off to her room ~ ‘Okay, sure’

I then sat on the couch, looking at a wall clock slowly ticking away. At some point, she called from her room, ‘I’m ready!’

I walked into her room, to find her lying naked on her bed, with her hands handcuffed to her bed’s backboard. I cannot remember how she worded it, but she then said something along the lines of ‘fuck me please, take me, do what you want with me.’ 

I began to undress, extracting myself from the confines of my corset and tight skirt. After removing my latex and fishnet top, all that remained was my stockings and heels – but she then asked me, ‘No, leave some of that on please!’

I acceded, on a whim putting my corset back on. I then crawled on to her bed and buried my face between her legs. As I ate her delicious pussy, she writhed and kicked her legs about in pleasure and began rhythmically moaning. This girl was a loud one and I sensed from her sounds that it had been a while since she had last gotten laid.

When I was finished working her slit, I moved myself up on to her and sucked her nipples. Both of them were pierced with rings, so I played my tongue around them, licking and moving them around and sometimes gently tugging on them.

She then used her legs to push and indicate she wanted me on her, inside her. I sat back and looked at her as she laid there with her arms tied back. She smiled at me expectantly. I decided, however, she really needed some affection and her arms around me, I wanted her arms around me and mine around her, to feel loved, so I took the handcuff key on her bed table and unlocked her.

* * * * * * *

The next time I saw AB again, it was one evening at the club some months later. She had a woman friend with her, and when AB and I made eye contact, she smiled at me and then nodded at her friend. I smiled back at her in approval, hoping that some of what I had told her had helped her make her first steps.

But, however happy I was for AB, my encounter with her had also made me begin to question my activities with Mistress R. While her and I never brought it up, we both knew my outburst about AB’s dance had created a rift between us.