First Spanking (Lesbian Domination and Submission, Spanking, Femdom) by Tara Cummings Read Free Book Online Page B

rare dresses that made my modest C-cup chest look like alluring curves. It wasn’t my style and I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t exactly say I looked bad in it.
     
    However, it was so short that if I bent over, the bottom would tease over the curve of my ass and the whole world would see everything that I had to offer. But something about it did make me feel sexy.
     
    I wondered what Stacy, the girl I use to fool around with, would say if she saw me in this. She always wanted me to dress sexier, she would’ve loved me in it.
     
    Becky returned to my bedroom with a whistle. “If I were a guy, I would do you.” She shot me a smirk as she sat on my bed with a bounce.
     
    I turned to her and smiled. Maybe I could have some fun after all.
     
    She helped me with my make-up, a little more than I normally wore and colors a little too trendy, but I was just going along for the ride at that point. I figured I would at least give her and her club a try.
     
    While I did my hair, she changed into an equally revealing and suggestive black dress. I wondered what my sorority sisters would say if they could see the two of us walking out of the apartment together.
     
    I had a feeling it would be something along the lines of “How much do you charge per hour?” We could be cruel, but we just liked to joke around.
     
    Becky drove us past the mostly empty college bars on Main Street. Where was she taking me? She was a nice girl and everything, but I really didn’t know her as well as I probably should have.
     
    Until she moved across the hall from me, I had never seen her before. Nor did I know any of the men that cycled through her apartment on an almost nightly basis. I knew or at least recognized almost everyone from around my apartments. I tried to tell myself I was just over thinking it.
     
    We turned off the main drive just before the highway, into an industrial area of warehouses and factories that I had never been through before. By the way she drove, she had been there many times before. She took turns quickly. A right, then a left, then I saw a full parking lot in front of an old brick warehouse. It was only about two or three stories tall but it seemed to tower over us.
     
    The only thing that said it was a club was the line by the door and a small sign that I saw in steel lettering- Restrictions.
     
    There were no cabs waiting to take people. Nor did I know the address if I wanted to call a cab to come pick me up. I was stuck there until Becky wanted to leave.
     
    I headed towards the back of the line, expecting to wait 30 minutes for our turn. Before I could walk two feet, Becky grabbed my arm and brought us straight to the front door.
     
    “Hey Tyler,” She said to the steroid fueled bouncer guarding the door.
     
    “Becky, how are you?” Then he looked at me and smiled. “Who’s your friend?”
     
    “I’m-”
     
    “None of your business,” Becky interrupted.
     
    “Play nice or I won’t let you in.” He said with a scowl.
     
    I thought he was serious, but Becky laughed like it was a joke. “Don’t make me call Johnny.”
     
    “Okay, okay,” he said then opened the door for us, easing the fake tension with a smile. We didn’t even have to pay a cover charge to get in.
     
    As soon as I walked in the deep bass of dance music pounded against my chest. Flashing lights of various colors bounced across the room and teased my eyes. The only thing that stood out from a typical club was the busty women behind the bar wearing a black lingerie corset.
     
    The club was filled with plenty of women in skimpy outfits, dancing to the loud music. I was happy to see the amount of good looking, presumably eligible, bachelors dancing alongside them. And of course, I could appreciate a beautiful woman if she passed my line of vision. It was the perfect club for a bi-girl like myself.
     
    I felt a little bit uncomfortable walking around in my skimpy dress. Men kept looking at me as they passed by. I could