Men of Firehouse 44: Colby and Bianca's Story (12 page)

             
“Where do you want to sit?”  Crystal asked.

             
“It doesn’t matter.” 

             
Bianca kept her eyes on the bar as she walked following Crystal to a table in the corner and took a seat.

             
“Don’t worry.  I doubt they will come over and start beating you right now.”  Crystal smiled.

             
Bianca looked at her friend.  How could she be so relaxed about being here?  Bianca was nervous as hell and was already ready to ditch the place, go home and snuggle up with Sunshine.

             
“What do you want to drink?”  Crystal asked.

             
“Bud light.  I don’t want anything heavy.”

             
“Really?”  Crystal acting surprised turned around and heading to the bar.

             
Bianca watched as Crystal walked up to the bar and leaned over it.  The tight jeans she was wearing must have really had been something, because the men on either side of her quickly turned their attention to her ass.

             
Bianca wondered what they were thinking.  They were probably figuring out if her ass was beatable, spankable, or whatever they wanted to call it.  The man to Crystal’s right looked up at the other man and smiled.  The other one, just nodded his head in agreement.

             
The bartender was smiling widely at Crystal.  Bianca laughed when Crystal giggled.  It was obvious she was more nervous than Bianca had caught on to.

             
Then Crystal was turning holding Bianca’s beer and her drink, smiling and walking back towards the table.

             
“Okay, so Jeremy said that they are opening the back in about an hour and we can go back and watch.  He said it usually gets busy about five so…..”  She wiggled her brows.

             
“Back?  Jeremy?”  Bianca asked.

             
“Jeremy is the yummy bartender and he said there is a back door.  That is where the members enter.  They don’t hang out up here with us mere mortals.”  Crystal laughed.

             
Three hours later, both women were feeling their buzz.  They weren’t drunk…yet, but they were definitely laughing, and cutting up.  Which had been exactly what Bianca had needed.

             
Then Crystal had suggested they go into the back. 

             
Feeling no fear, Bianca quickly agreed.  Of course they were once again stopped. 

             
“What color?”  The woman asked.

             
“What color for what?”  Bianca laughed.

             
“Your bracelet.”  The woman looked annoyed as she pointed to the wall.

             
There it was.  The rules for the club.

             
BLACK- Dominate

             
WHITE- Submissive

             
YELLOW- Switch

             
RED- Observation

             
The rules of the club are simple and are expected to be followed as such.

             
Dominants- 

1. You will keep your
   submissive’s needs above your own at all time.  In the event your submissive calls his/her safe word, all acts of play will be immediately stopped and after care provided.  Failure to adhere to this rule will result in extreme disciplinary actions or membership termination as seen fit by the grounds master.
   
2. You will seek permission from any known
   submissives’ dominant before engaging in conversation or play.  Failure to adhere will result in disciplinary action seen fit by his/her dominant.
   
3. If acts of play are anticipated for the evening, only two drinks will be served.  If the grounds master suspects that you have had more than such, you will be suspended for play for the evening.
   
4. No acts of play will be allowed with anyone wearing a red band.  Failure to adhere to this rule will result in immediate termination of membership.
   

Submissives
-

1. You will obey your dominant at all times.  In the event you feel uncomfortable and you want the act of play or scene to end, safe word immediately.  You will respect and be loyal to your Dominant at all times while you are on the ground.  Failure to do so will result in a punishment seen fit by your Dominant.
   
2. You will not act or engage another Dominant without the permission of your Dominant.  Failure to do so will result in a punishment seen fit by your Dominant.
   
3. You will not be permitted to scene or play while on grounds if you are suspected to be under the influence of any substance.
   

Switches-

1. You are to follow the set of rules that are defined above in the role that you are portraying. 
   

Observers- PLEASE READ VERY CAREFULLY

1. YOU ARE NOT TO ENGAGE OR ACT IN A SCENE WHILE WEARING A RED BAND.  IN THE EVENT YOU DO, BOTH YOU AND THE DOMINANT WILL BE REMOVED FROM THE GROUNDS, NO QUESTIONS ASKED.
   
2. IN THE EVENT YOU INTERRUPT A SCENE, YOU WILL BE REMOVED FROM THE GROUNDS IMMEDIATELY.
   
3. IN THE EVENT YOU ARE DISRESPECTFUL TO ANYONE ON THE GROUNDS, YOU WILL BE ESCORTED FROM THE PREMISES AND NO LONGER WELCOME.  PERMANENTLY!
   
4. IN THE EVENT THAT YOU ARE CONFRONTED BY A DOMINANT WHO DOES NOT ADHERE TO THE RULES, FIND THE GROUND KEEPER IMMEDIATELY AND INFORM HIM OF THE DOMINANTS ACTIONS.
   

THIS ESTABLISHMENT DOES NOT ALLOW THE FOLLOWING ACTS OF PLAY ON THE PREMISES.  GROUNDS MASTER WILL ESCORT YOU AND YOUR SUBMISSIVE FROM THE PREMISES AND YOUR MEMBERSHIP WILL BE IMMEDIATELY TERMINATED IF YOU ARE SUSPECTED OR SEEN PERFORMING ANY OF THE FOLLOWING:

1. Blood play
   
2. Breath play
   
3. Acts involving urination and or feces
   
4. Bestiality
   
5. Pedophilia
   

In the event you have any questions, please see the designated grounds master.

              Bianca and Crystal both stood there reading over the rules.  Crystal was quick to shrug her shoulders like there was no big deal.  Bianca however was stuck on the list of things not allowed. 

             
Her mind kept going over the list.  How could people be into that?  Obviously some were or there wouldn’t be a list posted.

             
Then she heard it.  A loud crack and scream.  Bianca jumped, turning to the right.  Her eyes grew at the scene in front of her. 

-Colby-

             
It had been over four hours and Bianca still wasn’t answering her door.  He had even called her several times, but she hadn’t answered.  He had left a couple of voice mails, but they were pretty simple.  He had just asked for her to call him back.

             
His phone rang and he quickly answered, “Bianca?”

             
“Not even close.”  Drew laughed.  “But I know where she is right now.  Do you?”

             
Colby stopped for a minute.  How in the hell did Drew know?

             
“I’m guessing by your silence, you either do and don’t approve or you don’t.  I’m gonna go with you don’t.”

             
“Get to the point!”  He snapped.

             
“Who pissed in your cheerios?”

             
“Where is she?!”  He yelled.  He knew this conversation was going in a place he didn’t want it to.

             
“She’s here.  She’s wearing a red band.  Her and Crystal both.”

             
“What is she doing?”

             
Drew laughed, irritating Colby more.

             
“She is observing.”

             
“Yeah.  I got that much.  What is she doing there?”

             
“Hell if I know man, but I’ll tell you this much.  You better come and get her. I’d say she visited the other side first and had a few too many.”

             
“Not my problem.”  Colby was pissed.  He hadn’t figured her to be one that was into that stuff.  Of course, he hadn’t Trish either. 

             
“She’s not into it man.  I can tell.  I don’t know why she is here, I’m guessing for moral support for Crystal.”

             
“How the fuck do you know that?”

             
“Easy.  I’m good at what I do.”

             
“Has she noticed you yet?”

             
“Neither of them have.  I’m grounds tonight.”

             
Colby thought about it for a minute.  Yeah he would go get her and find out for himself.

             
“Be there in ten.”  Colby said hanging up the phone.

             
He dressed quickly in a pair of jeans and a T.  He wasn’t a dom so he didn’t have to dress the part.  He had noticed how Drew dressed before going there.  Black leather pants, black t-shirt and black boots. 

             
He walked out of his room to find his mom, sleeping on the couch.  “Damn woman.”  He didn’t want her sleeping there, but it was too late now.  He wrote a quick note letting her know that he would be back later and then out the door he went.

-Bianca-

             
Bianca was laughing at something Crystal had just said when she noticed her friends face go grim and her color drain.  She turned, looking in the direction that Crystal had her eyes planted.

             
“Fuck!”  She slapped her hand over her mouth. 

             
Drew was approaching their table and was now there.

             
“Ladies.”  He smiled at Bianca and then turned his attention back to Crystal.  “What brings you ladies down to my neck of the woods?”  He smirked.

             
Bianca looked at Crystal and watched as for the first time, her friend began stuttering.  Bianca couldn’t help it.  She started laughing. 

             
“Shit.  I’m sorry.  I can’t help it.”  Bianca laughed.

             
“What is it that you find so funny?”  Drew smiled.

             
“I bet when she talked me into coming down here, she hadn’t expected to run into you.”

             
“I bet you didn’t think I would find you here, either.”

             
Bianca immediately stopped laughing. 
Son of a bitch!
  Now it was Bianca that was shaking from her uncontrolled bundle of nerves.

             
“Crystal, why don’t you and I go for a walk?”  Drew held his hand out and to Bianca’s horror, Crystal took it smiling.

             
Then he was in her view, taking Crystal’s seat.  He eyes were squinted and if Bianca didn’t know any better, he was pissed.  He didn’t say anything to her. 

             
Finally the silence was getting to her.  “So?”  She said.

             
“So.”  He replied.

             
There wasn’t a change in his expression at all.  Bianca looked for it.  The slightest little change.

             
“What are you doing here?”  She stuttered, swallowing, not knowing if she wanted that answer or not.

             
He cocked his head to the side.  “What are you doing here?”

             
“I came with Crystal.”

             
“I know you came with Crystal, but that doesn’t answer my question.  Why are you here?”

             
She couldn’t answer his question.  Could she?  She opted for no and looked down at her fingers that suddenly had a death grip on her beer.  Then she noticed his band.

             
Her eyes grew.  Black.  She looked back up at him.  Shocked and scared.  “Uh…I didn’t come here for this.  I just came with her.  Whatever ideas are ticking in that head of yours is out.  I have on a red band.  I’m just observing so that means you can’t do anything.”  She rambled.  She couldn’t believe that he was wearing a damn black band.  What had she missed?  Had there been signs that she didn’t see? 

             
“How much have you had to drink?”  He reached over taking her beer from her.

             
“More than two and I am currently under the influence of alcohol, so again, you can’t do anything.”  She thought she was doing well until she watched him smile.