The Blue Room was just as dim, but seemed to have the same basic layout as Green. There was a bar in one corner, and she stopped there first to get a bottle of water. She followed her same pattern, perching on one of the central stools to observe before committing herself to something. There were fewer couples in here—two engaged in fucking, one talking and kissing occasionally, and two unattached women at opposite ends of the room. She watched one of couples for a while, getting even more turned on by the steady rhythm they set, the noises they made, knowing just how good it would feel to be on the receiving end. She became aware of being watched herself and turned slightly to her left. Leaning against the wall was the dark-haired woman from the cab outside, watching Max watch the couple. The woman moved her hand to her crotch and ran her thumb up the length of the zip in her leather trousers. Max’s breathing quickened.

Almost without conscious thought, as it had been when first approaching the club outside, she slid slowly off the stool. Keeping her gaze on the woman, she walked towards her. When she reached her, she nervously wet her lips, not sure how this scenario would play out. The atmosphere was different in here—harder, more urgent.

Without preamble, the woman ran her open hands over Max’s tee shirt to her breasts and squeezed sharply. Max gasped as wetness flooded between her legs.

“Undo your jeans,” said the woman, her gaze never leaving Max’s.

Max moaned softly and reached down to do as she was commanded. Oh yeah, the atmosphere in here was very different. And she loved it.

When she’d undone her jeans, the woman reached out to Max’s hips, and flipped her round to face the wall. She pushed her up against it and brought her hands around to squeeze Max’s breasts again. Max thrust backwards, pushing her ass into the woman’s groin to find the hardness of the dildo inside her leather trousers. She moaned again, pushing harder. God, she was so ready for this.

“Easy,” whispered the woman, her breath hot against Max’s ear. “Soon, I promise. First I want to play a little.” The woman grabbed both of Max’s wrists and pushed her arms above her head slightly.

“Brace against the wall,” she said, and Max did as she was commanded, splaying her hands out to give herself a steady balance.

“Good girl.”

Those two words sent a shudder down Max’s body. Another fantasy, of being dominated by someone a little butch, looked like it was about to come true.