Sinker (Short story by James Rustic)
Michelle stepped out of the cab with hesitation, checking the address on her phone to ensure she was at the right place. This was her first time in Minneapolis, but as expected, the cabbie delivered Michelle straight to the destination she’d been daydreaming about for weeks. Her paramour had been describing this moment in detail. For a time, she wondered if it would ever happen. But on this cool, spring night, she was here. A long way from home. A long way from college. A long way from having to worry about what anyone thought.
Overhead, a sign outside the club read “Ground Zero” and Michelle exhaled deeply. It was time. She was finally going to meet the man who’d been haunting her for months, teasing her with imagined escapades that were about to become a reality. In complying with his request, she was dressed in a tight fitting skirt that showed off her firm body and sexy legs. It had spaghetti straps just as he had asked. As she took a step toward the front entrance, Michelle’s phone buzzed with a text message. It was him.
“Check in with the bouncer. Proceed upstairs,” read the directions. His orders were always curt and straight forward. Just the way she liked. As Michelle passed through the front entrance, her eyes adjusted to the dim interior of the club. When she was finally able to take it in, Michelle quickly realized this was the not kind of venue she’d ever visited before. Ground Zero was packed with people on the dance floor, moving in rhythm to some anonymous trance music. As the darkness gave way and she made out the details, the décor immediately set Ground Zero apart. There were large cages hung strategically around the building, each filled with a leather-clad woman dancing in sync with the crowd. The walls were adorned with chains and other bric-a-brac reminiscent of something from the middle ages. The bartenders all had faces hidden by full gimp masks. This was not going to be an average night out on the town.
As she tried to acclimate herself to the surroundings, Michelle cautiously meandered into the crowd when her phone buzzed again. “Welcome to your initiation,” it read. “I hope you’re ready.” Michelle stopped and spun around, trying to spot someone familiar. He could see her. Knew she was inside. But she couldn’t spot him among the masses. She clutched her phone tightly. It was her only connection to her protector. It was her safeguard. Her lifeline.
“Walk to the back and go up the stairs,” read the next message. As she followed the instructions, Michelle took each step carefully, uncertain what was waiting for her in the darkness. Nearing the top step, she made out a crowd of people gathered around the only lighted area of the balcony. Their attention was affixed on something in the back of the room. The closer she got, the more distinct the sound became. Michelle could hear a woman moaning in ecstasy. She tried in vain to get a view, but the crowd was too dense. Then her phone vibrated and brought her back into the moment. “You’re next.”
She was nervous. Michelle had no idea what she was getting herself into. But she trusted him. He instilled feelings that no man had touched inside her ever before. She’d never met him in person, but this mystery man made her feel more alive, more like a real person, than any of the boys she’d met over the years. This, however, was something unexpected. Michelle quivered and considered fleeing for the stairs. Then someone grabbed her arm and began pulling her toward the light.
“It’s your turn, sweetie,” said the dominatrix, whose face was covered in a cat-eye mask, her body ensconced in a matching black cat suit. “He said to take good care of you. I promise. Any pain will soon become pleasure.”
Michelle resisted at first, even took a step back at the unsolicited invitation. But part of her wanted to know what was in store. She could feel the throng behind her urging her on. To the crowd, it was evident that she was a first-timer. And they wanted to see her perform. Before she was able to gather herself, Michelle was led to a massage table and told to lie down on her stomach. For a moment, her nerves nearly got the best of her.
“I’m not sure about this,” she pleaded to the mistress.
“He told me this would be your first. He also assured me you’d be back for more once you went through with it,” the dominatrix said. “I’ve known him for a long time. But I’ve never heard him talk about a woman the way he speaks of you. He wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you.”
Michelle could see him through the mistress’s eyes. She knew she was safe. She had apprehensions, but was prepared to let them go. Sensing her silent assent, the mistress took her by the hand and guided her to the table. The dominatrix stepped away for a minute and returned with a candle and lighter. “Don’t be afraid,” the mistress said, offering one last reassurance to Michelle as she lit the candle. “But be prepared. This is going to burn a little.”
Before she had processed that comment, Michelle felt a light scalding sensation on the bare skin of her back. She yelped, just loud enough for the first row of onlookers to hear. She caught her breath just as the next drop of hot wax fell onto her exposed body, sending an initial sensation of pain followed by throbbing pleasure throughout her petite frame. Michelle grasped at the legs of the massage table, enjoying each drip from the candle as the dominatrix towered over her, calculating how long it took for each of Michelle’s climaxes to wear off before she released the next drip. Closing her eyes tightly, Michelle pretended that he was the one introducing her to this experience. She adjusted her body on the table, the first wave of orgasms making her wet.
Moments later, Michelle opened her eyes just slightly, still reeling from the enjoyment. She never dreamed such activities would turn her on, but she hadn’t been that aroused in ages. She watched as the mistress turned to put down the candle. Believing her turn was complete, Michelle began to rise from the table. But before she could get far, the dominatrix called out. “Where are you headed, honey? You’re not finished yet. He’s treating you to a double.”
Within a moment, Michelle found herself placing both hands high above her head against the wall. The mistress affixed her wrists into a pair of cuffs hanging from the ceiling. At the dominatrix’s orders, Michelle assumed the position and bent at the small of her back. The mistress then lifted up her skirt to reveal the pink thong Michelle had been told to wear. Michelle turned for a moment to glimpse what was going on, catching sight of the riding crop in the mistress’s hands just before the first slap landed square across her cheek. Again, Michelle let out an audible sigh. It was a light slap, but just enough to send a shudder through her body. The second slap made her ass start to tingle. By the third, Michelle was moaning. She pretended that it was him behind her, doling out her punishment, her pleasure. She lost herself in an orgasm and only hoped that none of the other men in the room could see the wetness now running down her inner thighs.
When her turn was done, the dominatrix gave Michelle a wink and sent her on her way. Her cheeks were sore and Michelle needed a moment to gather her thoughts. As she surveyed the dance floor from the balcony, her phone buzzed. “Time to make friends,” he said from afar, clearly keeping an eye out to make sure she was safe. “Head downstairs. Don’t be shy.”
Michelle was wary. She wasn’t clear on exactly what he had in store. But as she made her way down the steps, it was clear she wasn’t going to have any trouble meeting men. Plenty of them had a view of her beautiful body splayed out on the massage table. By the time she reached the main floor, she had no less than three potential suitors stating their case. Before she realized what was going on, the men became more forward, leaning in on her, with one even grinding her backside as he tried to dance with her. Michelle feigned interest. Though initially awkward, she was flattered by the attention from a trio of handsome men. As the dancing continued, one man began pawing at her and Michelle become somewhat uncomfortable. But before the stranger could go any further, he appeared, his eyes honed on Michelle.
“Excuse me,” he said, shouldering the strange men aside before locking into a deep kiss with the woman he’d been watching, wanting for so long.. He put his arms around her as Michelle became lost in his embrace, completely oblivious to those staring as their tongues intertwined. He pulled away momentarily and began kissing at her neck, running his hands down her back and cupping her ass under her dress. Before things escalated, he stopped, stepped back and stared deeply into Michelle’s eyes.
Before she could say anything, he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her away from the floor, drawing her into a private employee bathroom at the back of the club. Locking the door, he resumed kissing her, his hands exploring every inch of Michelle’s body. As they again kissed deeply, he slid the spaghetti straps down from her shoulders and began pawing at her breasts. Taking each breast into his mouth, he positioned his hand up her skirt to feel just how wet she had become. Michelle let out a sigh as his fingers entered her, the pleasure again surging through her body. Before she made too much noise, he kissed her again, moving his fingers faster as she started to writhe at his touch.
Overcome with lust, he realized that it was time. He stopped abruptly and again pulled away. Gasping for air, Michelle shot him a come-hither look. Without hesitation, he spun her around and began grabbing her breasts with one hand, using the other to rip away her pink thong and toss it aside. Within a moment, he had unzipped and plunged deep into her. Michelle let out a loud moan, enjoying each thrust to its fullest. As he continued moving inside her, he ran his hands down and grabbed Michelle around the waist, pushing harder and faster. Sensing her climax, he hiked up her skirt, exposing her still cherry-red ass, and began laying light slaps upon her cheeks. Balancing herself on the sink, Michelle only hoped that her groans would be drowned out by the pounding dance music that seemed to be in rhythm with their motion.
A moment later, Michelle felt him finish inside of her, his cock still throbbing as he leaned over her in exhaustion. As he caught his breath, he planted light pecks around her neck. Michelle could feel the warmth of his breath, forgetting everything else and simply relishing the gift he just gave. After comporting himself, he turned Michelle around and whispered something in her ear. He left one last kiss on her check, and in a moment, he was gone. Alone, Michelle relocked the door and leaned against the sink, still trying to process all that happened. A tear rolled down her cheek and she smiled. She had never felt more alive.