"I'm sorry."

She heard something something fall to the floor, then felt hands on her shoulders; they rested there for a moment and she felt the press of another body into her back. The hands slid from her shoulders to her breasts. Strong fingers found her nipples and pinched them hard.

"You will be."

* * * *

It was a clich�. A basement bar, appropriately dark, music loud, but not so loud that it ruled out conversation, and a crowd of people in various forms of leather and latex and less. No, not people. Women. Only women. She had never been there before, but she hadn't looked that hard to find it either.

She crossed the floor to the bar, trying not to look too obvious in a dress-down version of fetish wear. Only a leather halter top that barely covered her breasts, with a battered pair of button fly jeans, and an old pair Doc's, her wardrobe's last holdout from med school. She yelled her order into the ear of the bartender and was rewarded with a drink. Though not her usual brand, it was cold to the point of frost. She gripped the bottle tightly and fought the tension in her neck as she took a drink. The beer burned in her throat but even the smell of something as familiar as beer calmed her. She turned and leaned her back against the bar, trying not to adjust the shirt again even though she found it difficult to believe that she had chosen to wear a shirt whose neckline plunged to her navel in public.

The other patrons did little more than look in her direction before returning their attention to their drinks and friends. How so many managed to be holding conversations with the music and the activities in the bar amazed her. The woman in her fifties chatting away as she stroked the breasts of a girl who looked little more than a teenager who knelt beside her chair. In a corner, one woman held another's arms behind her back as she kissed her neck and crawling toward the bar, heavy leather restraints on her wrists, a collar, and nothing else, was another woman. She whistled as she came to bar and the bartender, nonplussed, took a piece of paper from under her collar. She then returned with a tray of drinks and somehow managed to balance them on the woman's back, who then crawled away.

Thoroughly engrossed in what she was watching, she didn't notice the woman encased in black vinyl stand walk up and stand beside her. She only felt the tightening of muscles in her stomach and the need to swallow to keep from drooling openly. The crawling distraction allowed her to be shocked when the woman beside her spoke and moreover, spoke directly to her, and already knew her name.

"I never expected to meet you here, Susan."

Susan jumped; the music had reached a crescendo so no one heard her gasp, not even herself. Someone spoke to her, shattering the spectacle of ass and cunt slowly crawling away from her, and someone knew her name. She turned to face her would-be conversationalist. At first, the face made no sense; it could not be attached to a body standing next to her in shiny black vinyl, one zipper up the middle of her chest and one on each of her legs until covered by boots. The outfit revealed far more of the figure than anyone at the hospital had ever seen.

"Aren't you going to say hello?"

"Hi Abby."

Abby smirked and Susan fought her shock to find something more to say. "Nice outfit."

Abby laughed outright and gave Susan an appraising look. "Thanks, you too."

Susan started to adjust her shirt and then stopped, deciding there was no real reason to be nervous. She knew this woman. Though she did know this woman, so perhaps that was reason to be nervous, though whether the Abby Lockhart she knew and the woman standing beside her were at all alike remained to be seen.

Abby had lit a cigarette and was blowing careful smoke rings. Susan grinned, trying to figure out something to say. "I bet Ms. Manners never covered this."

Abby laughed an the column of smoke rings collasped in the gush of air from her lips. She had never thought of Susan Lewis as strictly vanilla, but she had never imagined she was this far from vanilla. She had debated whether to say anything to Susan at all, to even move from her table to say hello but as Susan had leaned against the bar and tried to look relaxed Abby felt obligated to throw her a life line -- and she felt something else as well: intrigued. "I suppose I could ask what's a woman like you doing in a place like this?" Abby asked, glancing around at the bar and its inhabitants.

Susan laughed. "I could ask you the same thing."

"Should we leave it at we have somethings in common other than medicine and John Carter?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Great. Want to join me?"

"What the hell, lead on."

Abby laughed and leaned into Susan, "Be careful who you say to around here," and walked toward a table.

Susan started, then laughed, followed Abby and hoped she was kidding.

An awkward silence built after they sat; they both sipped their drinks, Abby finished one cigarette and lit another, Susan toyed with the idea of bumming one then thought against it. They both struggled for a way to release any one of the hundred questions meeting each other in this bar raised. Instead, neither said anything for several minutes and simply watched the few couples swaying on the dance floor, taking time to recover from mutal shock. Abby found herself content to stare at Susan, appreciating the woman in a way she had never allowed herself before. Though she tried to police her fantasies and keep her co-workers from them, Susan had cropped up from time to time. Now Abby found herself wondering guiltlessly if Susan's breasts turned as red as her face when she blushed.

Susan, however, grew more nervous and started to talk to break the tension. "You know Abby, I never would have pegged you for being into this." Not a subtle comment, but an effective one.

Abby's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"I could say the same thing about you."

"True."

"I mean, with all the stories about you and Mark, and Carter, I figured you for a nice straight girl."

"And with the Abby and Luka and Abby and John stories, I thought you were a nice straight girl."

Abby smiled. "So we can agree that you shouldn't make assumptions based on the rumour mill."

They both laughed and the tension eased somewhat. Abby finished her cigarette and jabbed it into the ash tray. She stood and held out her hand to Susan. "So, want to show me just how bent you are?" Susan took it and Abby led the way to the dance floor.

There were only a few other couples on the floor but the bar was so small it seemed crowded. The two women moved easily to the music, the steady bass vibrating in their ears, pounding in their stomachs. Dancing was far easier than talking. Abby pulled Susan to her as the music's tempo changed and wrapped one arm around her waist, lazily drapping the other across her shoulders. The way Abby grabbed Susan, directed her movements, pressed their bodies together left no question in Susan's mind as to Abby's role, nor did Susan's acquiesence leave any doubt in Abby's. Abby proved the point further by quickly turning her so Susan's back was pressed to her front. The tempo changed again and Abby's hands moved with it as Susan reached behind her to keep Abby's body as close to her's as possible. She had forgotten how good, how right it felt to let go go to ceede control to someone else, to accept what the other person was willing to give. And Abby gave freely; she let her hands wander from shoulder to breast to back to ass to stomach and repeated with endless variation. They both allowed themselves to sink deeper into the music, into the steady warmth of flesh and leather. Abby rested her chin on Susan's shoulder and spoke into her ear. "You're liking this?"

"Yes."

"I wonder what else you like?"

"I like lots of things."

"Really?"

Susan turned in Abby's arms. "I think I should finish my beer." There was no way to mistake what was happening; Abby was pursuing her and Susan was slowing down, waiting to be caught.

Abby ran a hand down Susan's cheek loving the softness of the skin under her fingers, wondering what the texture of Susan's skin was like elsewhere. "Yes, you should finish your beer," she said, leaning closer to Susan, so close that Abby's lips were on Susan's cheek, leaving the faded mark of lipstick behind. Abby worked her way in easy kisses from Susan's cheek to her ear and whispered, "and when you're done with your beer we can discuss what you like and what I like." She bit lightly on Susan's earlobe and then broke away to lead Susan back to their table.

"What do you like, Abby?" Susan asked quietly when they were sitting.

Abby grinned and toyed with an unlit cigarette as Susan took a nervous swallow of beer. "Oh let me see, the ocean, first rainstorm in spring, bondage, John Waters movies, snow peas, a good cigarette, a woman screaming my name as she orgasms, you know, the usual."

Susan nooded but didn't meet Abby's eyes.

"What's wrong Susan?"

Susan shook her head.

"Tell me what's wrong."

Susan was afraid to speak; she knew that her voice would crack when she tried. She tried to swallow away a lump of fear, of all her fears, in her throat, but it didn't work. Abby took her chin in her hand and titlted her face upward. "Scared?"

Susan nodded.

"No need to be."

"It's just ... "

"I know but it's okay."

"Is it?"

"Absolutely fine," Abby said, taking Susan's hand. "Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. And you wouldn't be here if you didn't want something to happen." Susan thought for a moment, then looked at Abby, smiled and nodded.

Abby stood and took Susan up with with her and pulled them through the crowd to the back of the bar. The lights from the dance floor flashed like fireworks on the wall, the stopped altogether as they rounded a corner. Abby's grip was tight on Susan's hand. She chucked her hip against the door of the washroom and sniggered as she led Susan into one of the stalls. She pushed Susan against the wall; they were very close, their breasts were touching. Abby looked at Susan and saw the excitement in her eyes and all but whispered, "If you want to keep going look at the floor. If not, look at me and tell me this never happenned." Susan looked at the floor, saying nothing, moving only her eyes. Abby leaned closer and kissed Susan, her tongue easing past her lips, tracing her teeth. She drapped her arm around Susan's waist and Susan repeated the movement.

"You know to use the traffic signals right Susan?" Abby asked as Susan rest her head on Abby's shoulder, peppering her neck with kisses.

"Mmm-hmm," she said against Abby's ear.

Abby broke away from the kiss. "Turn around and bend over." Susan tried to be graceful but the stall was a tight squeeze and she brushed against Abby as she moved. She put her hands on the back of the toliet and felt Abby's hands on her ass, stroking a pattern of eights. Then a hard smack which made Susan gasp even through her jeans. "Nice ass," she said, "now turn around and undo your shirt." Susan untied the the string holding up her shirt. Abby uncovered her breasts; she took one in each hand and traced Susan's nipples with her thumbs. She leaned closer, resting her lips against her ear, lightly biting the lobe. Susan shuddered, pushed her body closer, loving the feel of her skin against the vinyl of Abby's outfit. "You enjoying yourself?"

Susan moaned, pushed harder against her. Abby grabbed her nipple and pinched it between her thumb and forefinger. "When I ask you a question answer either yes Abby or no Abby. Now are you enjoying this?" She punctuated the question with a hard nip at Susan's ear.

"Yes, Abby."

Abby eased off her grip on Susan's nipple as she laid a trail of kisses down Susan's neck. Susan fought not to shiver but the goosebumps on her skin gave her away. Her hands shook with the urge to open her jeans and show Abby just how excited she was.

Abby started to speak between kisses and nips. "If there's something you want or want to do it's please Abby and if you want to stop or slow down, traffic signals, red and yellow." She slid her hand to the top of Susan's jeans and undid the buttons. "Of course, is you think you can stand more, there's always green. That fairly clear?" Abby slid her hand into Susan's jeans and slipped between her thighs.

"Yes, Abby," Susan moaned as she found her clit. She bucked her hips against Abby as she played with her clit and pushed two then three fingers inside of her, happy that Susan was so wet, so eager. She started and easy rythmn of thrusts and then said, "No coming, Susan."

Susan's eyes popped open and it was only then that she realised she had closed them. Her mouth opened, and a smart comment about to escape when instead she moved her body harder onto Abby's finger's and said, "Please, Abby."

"No, I think you should wait."

"Please, Abby."

"Not here, not now." She withdrew her hand, lightly passing her finger's over Susan's clit before pulling her hand from her jeans. Abby started to button her fly as Susan struggled not to moan, not to beg, not to throw herself at Abby, pin her to the side of the stall and fuck her. None of them were gentle desires so she chose instead to do nothing.

"Yes, Abby."

"Do up your shirt." Abby opened the door to the stall and walked out. Susan tried to tie the leather strips quickly but her sudden panic at Abby's departure left her clumsy. She stepped out of the stall to see Abby leaning against the wall, about to light a cigarette. She shot Susan a familar lop-sided grin but her eyes didn't match the smile. They promised something else entirely.

"You really should come home with me, Susan."

"Yes, Abby."

* * * * *

Abby wrapped the collar around Susan's throat, carefully centering the D-ring in the middle of her neck. Susan twisted her neck and shoulders, knowing the collar was neither too tight nor too loose. Abby moved away and perched on the arm of the sofa. She lit a cigarette and inhaled, watching as Susan tried to stand casually in the centre of the floor. There was no conversation, no outpouring of feeling neither was sure she felt, no protests of friendship or fidelity. There was only clarity, the certainty of right action, of needs being met, drives sated. Abby pulled on her cigarette again and spoke one word. "Strip."

She watched greedily as Susan loosened the tie holding up her shirt and then pulled it from her jeans. She didn't hesitate as she pulled it away from her body and dropped it to the floor. Abby noted the slight movement of Susan's breasts as she unbuttoned her jeans and started to pull them from her hips. Even from a distance and in the easy light of her living room Abby could see the sheen of sweat on Susan's skin. Susan pulled her jeans to her thighs and realised she was still in her boots and bent down to untie them. She kicked one, then the other off and the second flew across the room and hit the wall. "Sorry," Susan muttered.

Abby rose and stood in front of her, and Susan saw the smile ease across her lips. "It's okay, I like slapstick," she said, pulling Susan's jeans and pants down, then providing a steadying hand as Susan stepped out of them. Her hands rested on Susan's hips and she stood and pulled their bodies together. "Funny has a place," she said as her hand slid from hip to pubic hair, slightly tugging. Susan luxuriated in the sensation of vinyl on her skin and made no sound, merely bucked her hips against Abby's. Abby slid her hand over the lips of Susan's cunt and smiled when she confirmed her suspicion of how wet Susan was. "Of course, this is pretty serious too. You are seriously wet, Susan." She whispered this last into her ear as she traced the terrain of it with her tongue, all the while rubbing her fingers over Susan's outer lips. Susan tried to remain calm but she felt herself starting to shake with desire. "Please Abby."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

Abby chuckled and pulled herself away from her, only far enough to unzip enough to allow Susan a first look at her breasts. "Would you like to touch them, Susan?"

"Yes, Abby."

"Would you like to kiss them, lick them?" she asked, cupping her breasts, offering them to Susan.

"Yes, Abby, very much."

"Then you should."

Susan took the one step between them and brought her hands to Abby's breasts. She brought down her lips, laying a kiss on one and then the other. She took each dark nipple in turn, rolling it over her tongue, sucking slightly at first and then harder. Abby gripped Susan's shoulders, her head back, reveling in the sensations sent by Susan's tongue and teeth. "That's enough," she muttered. Susan continued until she felt a hard sting on her ass and heard the crack of Abby's strike.

"I said that's enough," Abby said, grabbing a handful of Susan's hair, pulling her head up until they made eye contact. "When I say that's enough, you stop, do you understand?"

"Yes, Abby, I'm sorry."

"But you were doing a very good job. Were you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, Abby," Susan whispered.

"Good, I think you'll enjoy this too," Abby said. She let go of Susan's hair and traced her hand down Susan's cheek. She then took her arm and led her into the bedroom. Susan was split -- half-hoping Abby's teasing was about to end yet wanting more than a light slap and tickle. Abby turned her toward the wall and lifted her hands above her head. Susan felt each leather restraint wrap around each wrist in turn, then they were hooked to the wall. Abby drew her hands down Susan's arms, to her shoulders and laid a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. She kissed her way down her spine to her waist and brought her hands up Susan's legs, easing them farther apart. Abby stood and Susan heard her step away and the sound of a drawer opening.

"Do you remember your safe word Susan?"

"Yes, Abby."

"Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes, Abby."

The first blow was light, and hit at the juncture of ass and thigh. The second was higher and harder and after that Susan quickly lost count, caught in the sound of the lash on her skin, her own breathing until there was only sound. Abby was careful with the blows, watched the colour brighten in Susan's skin, noted her tensing slightly before the fall of each blow and then relax. There was a sound of movement behind her and Susan felt the tendrils of the flogger strike across her shoulders. She was surprised to feel a new heat on her body. Slipping again into sound and sensation, Susan tugged on the her restraints.

"No need to tug on those, you know." And the flogger struck again, across her ass.

"I'm sorry."

She heard something something fall to the floor, then felt hands on her shoulders; they rested there for a moment and she felt the press of another body into her back. The hands slid from her shoulders to her breasts. Strong fingers found her nipples and pinched them hard.

"Still enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, Abby."

Leaving the restraints on her wrists but detaching them from the wall, Abby turned Susan around and wrapped her arms around her, careful to lay her arms between the rising welts on Susan's shoulders and ass. She kissed her easily at first and then more strongly. Her lips still on Susan's, Abby walked backward toward the bed; Susan matched her steps. She fell back onto the bed and drew Susan on top of her. She busied herself with Susan's breasts, first taking each in hand as she broke from their kisses.

"You did very well, I'm pleased."

Susan rested her hands on her shoulders and then dared to slide them down Abby's body to her breasts. Abby smiled. She took her nipple in her mouth and bit until Susan gasped. Susan grinned as Abby lay back and then she bent over and kissed Abby's sternum, then her breasts. She worked her way to her navel and started to unzip the rest of Abby's suit. Susan saw she wore nothing underneath and traced the outer lips and quickly slipped two fingers inside her. Abby bucked against the fingers, lifting her hips off the bed. Susan was more than willing to indulge and her boldness left Abby speechless. She eased herself down the bed and planted her mouth at the top of Abby's cunt. "After all, I should say say thank-you, shouldn't I Abby?"

Abby simply grunted as Susan lapped at her clit for the first time. Susan assumed this was a yes. She caught the rhythm of Abby's hips with her right hand, and the thrust of her fingers brought a groan from Abby's throat. The sound sharpened when she added a third finger and drew deeper on her clit. Susan grinned at the sight of Abby as she writhed, and knew by the contractions of muscle she felt on her fingers that Abby's orgasm was close. Susan stopped moving completely. Shocked, Abby opened her eyes to see Susan grinning at her from between her thighs.

"Did you want me to keep going, Abby?"

"I didn't tell you to stop."

"No, you didn't, Abby."

"So until I do, keep going."

Susan laughed as she grabbed Abby's legs, pulling them apart and lifting them onto her shoulders. She pushed her fingers back inside and found that Abby was wetter still. She made long, slow strokes over Abby's clit and just as Susan fought her own orgasm, Abby came, grinding her cunt into Susan's mouth. Susan sucked and licked until Abby quieted. She brought her hand to rest on the top of Susan's head, and pushed her hair off of her forehead. Neither spoke nor moved for several minutes until Abby grabbed a handful of Susan's hair and pulled her sharply away from her.

"Topping from below Susan?"

"I was only saying thank-you, Abby." Susan swallowed hard, trying to keep eye contact but struggling with the angle of her neck. Abby sat up, not releasing her grip. She grabbed Susan's nipple with her free hand until she gasped, and then kept the pressure at that point as she spoke. "When I want you to do something Susan, I'll tell you. Do you understand me?" Susan could only nod her response, fighting the pain in her nipple that headed directly for her clit. Abby released her holds and Susan struggled to stay in the same position. Abby slid out from underneath her and rose off the bed. Susan shut her eyes and dropped her head onto the bed; she was afraid she had shattered the scene, and that Abby would simply tell her to dress and leave. She felt Abby get of the bed and walk away. She braced herself for what Abby was about to say.

Abby stood at the end of the bed and looked at Susan: her ass and back still red, a few welts on her skin, her legs sprawled over he edge of the bed. She stepped closer until her legs were between Susan's thighs. She bent over and pushed Susan's legs further apart roughly until she could see the sheen of wetness on her thighs. Susan edged her way further down the bed to bring her legs in closer contact with Abby's. Abby brought both her hands to rest on the back of each of her legs and trailed them up towards her cunt, then over her ass. Susan groaned at the touch, then groaned louder still as Abby brought her hand down hard on her ass.

"What do you think is an appropriate number for a submissive who has taken too much initiative, Susan?" she asked as she brought down her hand in another slap, on the other cheek of Susan's ass. Susan mumbled something into the bed and Abby slapped her again, in the same place as before, intensifying the pain. "I didn't hear you, Susan. Speak up." Susan lifted her head off the bed and tried to speak but another hit intervened. She tried again. "Whatever you think is best, Abby."

Abby laughed as she struck Susan again. "That's the right answer Susan. Glad you figured it out. Now do you think you can hold up for ten more, to please me Susan?"

"Yes, Abby, to please you."

The words ran like an electric charge down Abby's spine. She took a step back from the bed to gain a better advantage and delivered the first blow. Susan hissed out her breath. Abby alternated her blows over the whole of Susan's ass as Susan ground her hips into the bed, gasping, trying not to shout. When the tenth blow fell, Abby dropped to her knees and ran a series of kisses over her cheeks. Still kissing, she brought her hand to Susan's cunt and easily slid two then three fingers inside her. Susan bucked against the fingers so suddenly inside her. Abby fell into a steady rhythm, working her thrusts against Susan's. "You see Susan, when you're a good girl, you get a reward."

Susan understood. The tension in her body was centered around Abby's fingers and she knew that she would do almost anything to please Abby at the moment, simply to release the orgasm that had been growing in her since the bathroom at the bar. She pushed herself harder against Abby until she responded and added another finger.

"You're going to be a good girl and ask before you come, aren't you, Susan?"

"Yes, Abby."

"Good," Abby replied and brought her other hand to Susan's clit. She lightly circled it with her hand and then Susan felt Abby's tongue slide down from her fingers to her clit. She sucked on it lightly and then started quick licks on each side. She brought her lips over her teeth and bit lightly and that sensation alone almost brought Susan over the edge. Abby continued to lick and thrust and Susan's whole body began to shake.

"Please, Abby, may I come now?"

"Yes, Susan."

Abby eased herself out and away from Susan's body once her orgasm slowed. She climbed back onto the bed and gathered Susan into her arms, kissing her intensely.

Susan clung to Abby like a limpet, wrapped her arms around Abby's waist and held her like something lost only just found. Abby laid back on the bed and Susan rested on her chest, bringing her hand up to cup one of Abby's breasts. They rested, sated.

Abby brought the duvet up to cover them.

"So should I say something smart to break the mood, Abby?" Susan asked.

"I don't think so. You're staying for the night?"

Susan nodded. Abby kissed her forehead.

"Should I ask the obligatory questions?"

"Like what?" Abby asked, brushing a stray hair from Susan's forehead.

"What about work, what about tomorrow morning?"

Abby shrugged. "Tomorrow morning we get breakfast and go to work. Beyond that, it's up to us." She kissed Susan again, then turned off the light.

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