Grooming Kitty: A BDSM Romance by Kirsten McCurran Page B

on the spaghetti straps. All the other girls were dressed similarly and their heels clicked on the sidewalk as they made their way to the club.
    Waiting in line, Katherine asked again if Sandra was sure about this, but her friend just poked her in the side and told her to chill out. When they reached the bouncer he did not even card them! Katherine was shocked. As they walked down the narrow corridor and into the club proper Sandra had an I-told-you-so look on her face. Sandra had suggested as much earlier while teasing Katherine's hair and doing her make-up. She said she wouldn’t be surprised if the bouncer didn’t even check for ID. “Hot girls can get in anywhere,” she insisted.
    At the bar Hope bought the first round and ordered Katherine a Fuzzy Navel without asking. Katherine did not mind the cocktail, as she couldn’t taste the alcohol in it, and sipped as the girls grouped together and scanned the landscape. From the time they walked in, Katherine could feel the predatory eyes of horny, drunken young men on them. None of them would have trouble finding a guy tonight. It was just up to the girls to choose the lucky ones. For her part, Katherine had no desire hook up with anyone in the club. Sure, there were plenty of hot guys there, and it wasn’t that she couldn’t use some action, but Katherine was not one for anonymous sex and oddly, it felt like she would be cheating on her master if she was with another man. Did he expect her to refrain from being with other guys? He had not said. It would only be natural for a girl her age to have a boyfriend, or a friend with benefits, she knew. He never asked about it. As horny as she had been it would have been so easily to fool around with one of these guys, but she put that thought right out of her head.
    “Finish that drink so we can get out there and dance,” Sandra said, knocking back her on cocktail.
    Katherine finished her drink and set it down on the bar just in time for Amy to grab her hand and drag her to the dance floor. Sandra was ahead of them and she and another of the girls, a petite redhead named Brenda, were moving close together, twisting their bodies to the driving beat. Katherine loved to dance, but she wasn’t as into the guy-teasing, play-lesbian dancing that some of her friends were. She was out there to have fun, not titillate guys. She and Amy and Hope danced together in a tight little circle and when a cheesy guy tried to break in on them they laughed and shoved him away. It was great fun to get out there and get physical and not think for a while. The huge speakers drove the beat straight through her body and she blanked her mind and rode that rhythm, dancing on the crowded floor until she was breathless and covered with a fine sheen of sweat.
    Brenda bought the second round, pulling cash from between her pushed-up breasts, and Katherine was handed a cranberry and vodka. It was not as tasty as he first cocktail—the bartender took a heavier hand on the spirits—but she was parched from dancing and gladly drank it down. As soon as she put the empty glass down on the bar another one appeared and when Katherine tried to tell the bartender she did not order it, he pointed at a guy at the other end of the bar. He was handsome and looked to be at least ten years older than she was. He was darkness from head to toe, thick, jet black hair that dipped below the collar of his black, silk shirt, and he wore expensive looking black pants. He was dangerously handsome and Katherine's heart beat faster when he raised his glass to acknowledge her thank you wave. She immediately turned away to find Sandra grinning at her.
    “Looks like someone has an admirer. You should go down there and talk to him,” Sandra said.
    “No, I couldn’t. I don’t even want to,” Katherine said, turning red. Her embarrassment made her sip the drink faster and she became all tingly as time seemed to slow down by a second or two.
    “You should at least say thank you.