1. Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 4


    Date: 3/21/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: Aerith_Lives, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Stacy wiggles her bum anxiously on the tall bar stool. She's wearing the expensive looking sapphire drop-earrings Cara gave to her in box number two. They make Stacy feel elegant and she tried her best in matching her outfit with them. Dressing fancy has its downside though. Stacy can barely walk in her three-inch heels and her tight dress, which beautifully accentuates her breasts, is drawing attention from a guy at the end of the bar. He smiles at Stacy and gives her a charming wink. What am I doing here? Stacy smiles back politely, before turning her head the other way. She said nine o'clock. I shouldn't have arrived early! Stacy nurses a glass of whiskey, slowly sipping the last few droplets that cling to the bottom. She's reminded of what Becca had said about Miss Cara; that she enjoys making others wait for her. She has some nerve... The guy at the end of the bar stands up and begins to slowly make his way over. Uh oh. Suddenly, Stacy feels a strange presence fall over the room. She looks around nervously. Miss Cara floats towards her. She's stunning from head to nylon-toe. Dark-red clothing surrounds her tight, voluptuous body. Her eyes are trained on Stacy as she moves. Stacy can't help but notice the woman's cleavage subtly jiggling. It hypnotizes her. Miss Cara puts her hand against Stacy's cheek and softly greets her. "Hello, Stacy, dear. How are we tonight?" Stacy can feel her stomach drop. Cara just has too much charisma, too much beauty wrapped up in her ...
    presence. The guy at the bar stops hesitantly as he observes their interaction. "Hello Cara," Stacy replies, unable to break her gaze with the tall woman. "That's, Miss Cara, dear," she corrects. Stacy suddenly feels very awkward. "I can't… I'm not calling you that," Stacy protests, more out of discomfort than pride. Cara giggles. "Hmm, we'll see, hun. Come now, follow me." The woman turns and heads to the back of the bar. Stacy can't help but admire the woman's perfect behind slowly strutting away. The guy at the bar notices Stacy watching it too and decides to turn back. Stacy gets up onto her sexy heels and precariously rushes after Miss Cara. ~~~~~~ Stacy rounds a corner and finds a partitioned section of the club. A few dark, private booths reside in this quieter area. Miss Cara sits comfortably at one of the tables. She taps her long fingers on the cushion next to her, directing Stacy to her seat. "I like the privacy back here. It will let us chat a little more, thoroughly ," Cara explains, mysteriously. Stacy sits down next to Cara and tries to get comfortable in her new surroundings. Cara clears her throat and gestures for Stacy to come a little closer. Why? Why does she need me closer? What does she want from me? Stacy wiggles her bum a little closer to Cara's hips. Miss Cara smiles and puts her hand around Stacy's waist and pulls it right next to hers. "I want to get to know you, dear. Becca wants you to get to know me. So relax and try to enjoy yourself. I know I will," ...
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