Cassandra Chapter 1

And this wasn't the Melissa I remembered. This Melissa had BODY! It was all I could do to not stare at her magnificent breasts, tiny waist, and full, flaring hips, all poured into a figure-hugging black calfskin bustier sheath with matching thigh-high, spike-heeled, lace-up boots and armpit-length black kid gloves. A black-and-red Heartwood flogger dangled casually from a clip on her multi-stranded chain-link belt. Her hair and makeup were as severe as her Dominatrix garb - almost as dramatic as my own. And something else - the gleam in her eyes and slight twitch to her broadly-smiling lips told me she was tripping on Ecstasy. If she recognized me, she didn't show it. Finally, I gathered my wits.

"Thanks, but I, uh, was just on my way to the Little Girls' Room to freshen up."

"Sounds like a great idea. I need to take the shine off my nose, too. Mind if I join you,...?"

"Cassandra. Cassandra Santee."

"So YOU are Cassandra! I was hoping we would meet someday. I'm Melissa Monet. I have heard SO MUCH about you from my friends. They told me you were breath-taking. Even that doesn't do you justice. You are GORGEOUS! Come on, Girlfriend. I'm not going to share you with ANYONE tonight!"

She took my arm in hers and led me towards the bathrooms. Her strong, confident mien and the tone in her voice advised she was not one to take "no" for an answer. Dazed, I could but follow her lead.

There is a small, dark alcove just off the main hallway leading to the bathrooms. Anyone standing there, in the shadows, cannot be seen by people passing by. Melissa thrust me into the alcove forcefully, slamming my back against the rear wall with a "thump". She pinned my hands flat against the wall by the wrists, ground her body into mine and kissed me ravenously, burying her tongue deeply into my mouth. I felt the swell of her magnificent breasts, the thrust of her erect nipples and the heat of her body as it pressed against mine. I smelled the muskiness of her exotic perfume. I heard the ripple of her leather dress and boots and the husky rasp of her ragged breathing. I could see nothing. The throbbing bulge she felt pressing against her mound was unmistakable.