The Club

The night life of Catania and bright and busy; the same as usual in the middle of August. Summer was in full bloom and the tourists were out to play.

But she wasn't looking for tourists.

Tonight she wanted to play with the locals. A few locals in particular.

Her feet took her past the busy streets and into a more desolate red light zone.

She gave sidelong glares to anyone that leered at her. She didn't want a man tonight. She wanted to gentle touch of a submissive woman.

It didn't take long before she found a heavy steel door with THE CLUB spray painted haphazardly in black on the front in thick, messy black.

She pushed open the door and strolled inside the heavily perfumed club. Inside were woman dressed in skimpy outfits or nothing at all, rubbing up against other women and men, cooing and purring and pleasuring.

They all paused when Giacinto entered. Two women flitted to her side, one removing the heavy black trenchcoat around her shoulders, revealing the leather underbust corset, frilly crotchless knickers, garter and stockings underneath. Giacinto was here to play.

"Send a new girl in," she ordered in her thick, husky tone, heels clicking against the wooden floor as she walked towards a heavy cherry wood door on the other side of the large room, hips swaying.

The woman paused and looked back over her shoulder, waist length curls bobbing as her eyes passed over every scantily clad woman in the room. "Don't keep me waiting too long."

And then she was gone. She closed the heavy door behind her and strolled towards the large, sleek black chair along the back wall. Her eyes trailed over the familiar equipment; some hung up on walls, some on tables. It looked like a very dressed up version of her dungeon.

She perched herself in the chair and crossed one long stocking-clad leg over the other, elbows resting on the arm rest and fingers steepled as her eyes trained on the door, waiting for her girl to appear.

"ELISE!"

She heard the call through the bar and lifted her head, quickly making her apologies to the man she was serving.

"Who is it this time?" she growled viciously at one of the other girls. She was tired of men pawing at her all night and trying to be gentle. Somehow, it actually came off more sleazy when they tried to be gentlemanly. It seemed like they were trying to disguise what they were really like.

Her head cocked to the side as she noticed the new customer, though. Huh. A woman. And a very demanding woman, by the looks of it. This was interesting. Different from what she usually got. Could be fun.

She walked up to the customer, giving a deep bow. "At your service, ma'am."

The woman winced a little as she straightened up. She was new to this, and she was still unused to wearing the tight corsets that they used here. This particular one was more difficult, as it was a vintage one and made to be tied very tight, the white, toughened silk stretched over her skin. The black and white lace choker was tight around her neck, and the stockings and suspenders were her personal favourite. She had always been a fan of vintage clothing, so she adored these ones with the back seam and the corset-lacing on the top.

Her eyes flickered over the woman when she entered the door, closing it behind her then bowed.

Her eyes then trailed down over the outfit. Tame for The Club's usual workers. And the obvious awkwardness the woman possessed amused her.

When she had asked for a new girls, she didn't mean a wet behind the ears brat that had only just joined. But, oh well, she'd enjoy this anyway. She just hoped the woman wasn't completely new the the field of sex. Then she wouldn't be amused.

"Name," she ordered quietly. She hadn't moved at all. She was still sat with one leg crossed over the other, fingers steepled, gaze neutral.

This girl really wasn't well versed in the etiquette of this club. Walk in, bow, stare your name and offer your services and wait until your Master for the night told you what to do. You did not rise from your bow. Not until ordered.

No matter, she'd teach this girl manners tonight. And she'd enjoy doing it.

This girl was her's to do with whatever she saw fit. Her eyes flitted over the different furniture in the large room and a smirk finally curved one corner of her lips. She'd enjoy tonight.

"Elise Herz, ma'am."

She kept her gaze to the floor, despite the urge of curiosity which demanded that she look at the woman to whom she was speaking. It was slightly disconcerting having a woman that she had not met before. Although she complained about her mainly male customers, at least she had some idea of what they did and what they didn't like. This woman didn't give anything away.

Her lips quirked upwards.

There were the manners.

"Come here, bring a crop of your choosing." Her voice was brief and the order was clear. If the woman didn't do as she was told to a fault she would be less than amused. She wouldn't play like she was planning if the woman didn't follow orders.

Her eyes trailed over the woman silently as she waited.

"Yes, Ma'am."

Elise did not hesitate to choose a plain, black sturdy leather crop, carrying it gently in two hands. Detailing would cause more pain, and it wold be necessary to use more force with a soft crop, so sturdy was better. She dropped to a kneel as she reached the woman, head bowed, offering the crop to her customer.

She lifted the crop from the woman's grip then looked it over with an expert's eye, lashing it through the air a couple of times before giving a firm nod.

"Nice handsome crop you chose."

She trailed the firm leather of the crop over the top of the woman's breasts gently. "Elsie, yes?" She didn't wait for a response. "Have you ever pleasured a woman before?" She tapped the crop under the woman's chin, urging her to look up. "Or do you exclusively with men?"

She was curious.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Elise shivered softly as the leather swept over her skin, chin tilting up as ordered. Her falsely soft blue eyes met Giacinto's, and she was happy that her curiosity was appeased. This woman was... terrifying, but somehow... different from her usual customers.

"Yes ma'am, but not for business."

She hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to correct her.

"...And my name's Elise, ma'am."

"Will you stop with the ma'am shit? If I wanted titles, I'd be back home screwing someone there." Elder this, lady that, she was sick of it. She wanted someone that'd talk back to her a little.

The crop came down on one breast with a light slap. "Every time you call me ma'am."

She cocked her head to the side. "Do you prefer women then?" She could understand that. She preferred women; she only bedded men for the possibility of having a child - as dead as that possibility was now.

A slim brown brow arched. "Well now Elise, you do have a backbone. Keep it. If you lose that backbone of yours, you'll know about it, you understand?"

Giacinto crooked a finger, beckoning the woman closer, uncrossing her legs.

"Yes ma-"

She hissed softly at the sharp sting of leather, but did not move away or twitch.

"No preference, just whatever pays the bills." Whatever kept her alive, more like. She had lost her house quite recently, so no bills to worry about there. "Just haven't had any female customers before."

If she was in the position to have a preference, she probably would prefer women. It must be nice, she thought, as she looked up at Giacinto, to be the one buying sex instead of selling it, to have a preference instead of no choice.

Not that she was embittered or anything.

"That's a bleak outlook on something that should be a personal choice."

The crop ran over the woman's bare skin again slowly as she leaned back in the chair.

"If you do everything in your life to pay the bills - even choose your sexual preference... It's no life."

But she had no right to say any of this. She was here for sex, not for deep meaningful conversation about life preferences. They could get into shit like that if they met each other out on the street as civilians. But right now they weren't civilians.

They were two people; a woman that wanted sex and a woman that was going to provide the first with the sex that she wanted.

Her legs parted and she tapped the inside of her own thigh with the firm leather of the crop. "Here."

She shivered as the leather brushed over her skin again, bracing herself for the sting, only to find none.

The woman stood silently, walking over to kneel between Giacinto's legs, gazing up at her expectantly.

"What can I do for you?"

"Whatever you think I'll enjoy."

She leaned further back in the chair, eyes sliding shut, toying with crop idly.

"Do you know what annoyed me about Doms?" She pursed her lips. "They lavish attention on their subs, make the sub come over and over and yet get nothing in return. They masturbate or go without. I really don't like that."

The crop touched the woman's cheek gently, stroking down it then hooking under her chin, all without the woman opening her eyes. "Make me come, just once. Make me come once and then the night will be dedicated to making you come as much as I can manage. Use anything in the room. Toys, whips, crops, your fingers, your tongue. Just make me come."

"Of course."

Elise got up, walking across the room to pick up a variety of toys, thinking carefully to herself. It was hard to know what this woman wanted. She came in with the air of a dom, demanded the same respect as a dom, but gave her permission to whip her? Never mind. She would find out what this customer wanted eventually.

The younger woman walked back towards her, kneeling between her legs to mouth over her stomach and hips, interspersing soft kisses with raking her skin down the skin. A finger stroked down her lips and over her entrance teasingly before continuing the path back up, lingering over her clit for just a second before travelling back down again.

Giacinto lay sprawled out in her chair, eyes shut, waiting for the human to find what she wanted.

The vampire gave a low purr as the woman dropped between her knees and kissed along her hips.

She moaned softly, legs spreading wider to give the woman more access. She definitely wasn't inexperienced in pleasuring a woman. But she had to wonder; was it women or herself that she pleasured to know what to do?

No matter, right now she wanted the pleasuring, not the woman's history behind it.

So she liked being teased, hmm?

Elise smirked in satisfaction at the soft moan, nipping at a patch of skin playfully. Kissing behind a knee, she hoisted Giacinto's legs over her shoulders to get a better angle, her fingers circling the woman's clit slowly before drifting back down to circle her back entrance.

She slowly kissed down the woman's stomach, giving one lip a gentle nip.

Giacinto's legs hooked over Elise's willingly, ankles locking together behind her head.

She moaned softly as the finger circled her clit then gave a sharp gasp as it touched her ass. Her hips pressed forwards against the finger as she gave another low moan.

Giacinto's hand tangled in the woman's hair, moaning softly when she felt teeth against her, writhing a little in the chair.

She gave a satisfied purr, nipping the skin a little more forcefully, her finger circling the woman's entrance slowly. Her tongue darted out to trace along the seam of the lips slowly, mouthing down a little lower to dip her tongue just inside her.

Her free hand slid up the woman's body, tweaking roughly at a nipple before raking her nails over the nub slowly.

Giacinto moaned, hips pressing forwards against the tongue that dipped into her.

Her chest thrust into the fingers that pinched and raked at her skin as she gave a low purr. Her hands fisted tighter in the woman's hair, pulling her closer.

"More," she moaned softly. She wanted more; she wanted to be teased until she was writing in her chair then pushed over the edge. She waned one intense orgasm before she dedicated the night to Elise.

Her tongue pushed inside her slowly as her nails continued to scratch down Giacinto's side, brushing fleetingly over her clit before pushing inside her alongside her tongue. Her finger continued to circle the woman's entrance slowly, pushing just inside for a moment before pulling out again.

Her tongue and finger curled inside her, before pulling her finger out to push it back in roughly.

The woman moaned softly with a small shiver as she pushed forwards against the finger and tongue.

She gave a quiet whine, trying to push down against the finger that dipped inside of her as it pulled out.

She purred quietly as the woman's finger curled inside of her.

"More," she murmured again.

She plunged a second finger in alongside her tongue, twisting them roughly as she pulled her tongue out slowly, leaning up to bite down on the woman's clit. Her finger continued circling the woman's back entrance teasingly, enjoying the quiet whine which had escaped her at that touch.

Giacinto gave a shuddering gasp, head lolling back.

One of her own hands slid up her leather clad stomach to palm a breast, pinching and rolling a nipple between her fingers.

"I want more," she groaned softly, pressing down against the finger circling her.

A toy or a whip or something. She was enjoying this but there was something more she needed.

She smirked, picking up a vibrator, ramming it deep inside her roughly as she bit down on the woman's clit again. Switching it on, she mouthed up the woman's stomach to bat away the hand, nipping the nipple sharply as she pressed a finger inside her slowly.

Giacinto moaned, back arching as a vibrator was thrust into her deeply.

The woman writhed as teeth scraped against a nipple, a finger finally pushed into her and they toy inside her was turned on.

This what what she had wanted.

That little something more that had her writhing against the expensive leather of the chair.

Her hand fisted tighter in the woman's hair, pulling her closer.