Becca was enjoying a night out at the local club, swaying to the beat of the music with the other patrons. She had her make-up on, had earned the promotion at work (see Part 2), and life was good. Of course, she always came prepared with the right supplies should the need present itself, but for now was in over-the-knee boots, stockings, and a nice dress.
As Becca strode to the bar, she made the mistake of bumping into Jared. Literally. Jared was a tall guy standing above 6 feet, and although tone and fit was of average build. He was dressed in a tight shirt and gray hip-hugging jeans. Her bump was sufficient to cause him to drop his drink, spilling it all over the floor. "Hey, watch it, cow!" he called over his shoulder as he laughed with his friends.
Becca turned and glared at him, her hands on her hips and her purse of supplies at the ready. "Who are you calling a cow?" she demanded. Jared turned to her and momentarily lost some confidence as he saw her aggressive pose and very tall high-heeled boots that almost placed her at his height. Yet his friends, and others who had turned to watch the commotion, were now paying attention and Jared dared not lose face.
"You need to watch where you're going... and you look a little, shall we say, out of place for this kind of place," Jared sneered back at her.
Becca sighed and flipped her jet black hair up. "Here's the deal. You're going to apologize to me, and enjoy the rest of your night. Or, you are going to receive some punishment," she said in a confident but still sultry voice. "What's your choice?"
Jared laughed, intrigued but also furious at the aggressiveness of this bitch. "OK, you know what? I don't have to do anything - there are a million hotter girls than you in this place and I'm ready to stop wasting my time. Now move out of the way," he said as he reached out his arm to brush her aside, walking past her, his friends smiling with bemusement.
With a steady movement, Becca grabbed his arm and spun him so that she was behind him, applying pressure with her knee into his lower back, causing his body to arch slightly backward as he gasped in pain. "Auggh! You bitch! Let me go!" he started to struggle, but each time he would she would slightly increase the pressure.
Becca giggled.
"What's the matter, little boy? Hmm? Not such a big, strong man after all? Is the little girl embarrassing you?" she teased him, adding to his humiliation. His friends looked on with shock, as more patrons began to surround them and observe the strange scene.
"You know, there's something true about bullies... I wonder if it applies in your case," Becca said to him as he grunted in frustration. Just then, Becca noticed the bouncer of the club turn his head in the direction of the scene. Thinking quickly, she reached in front of Jared with her free hand, grabbed his belt and unbuckled it. Then she looped the belt around both of his arms several times, drawing it taut, forming a kind of leash on his arms behind him.
"What's going on here?" the bouncer demanded. "You know we don't allow fights. Anything like a fight and you're out of here."
Becca pulled up at the belt a little bit and patted Jared on the head. "Oh, it's ok, he's my sub! We like to do this whenever we go clubbing," she said with confidence. Jared only looked at the bouncer with a shocked look. He was too embarrassed to admit he had been trapped by Becca, so he said nothing. The bouncer cocked an eyebrow and walked away.
