“Ooh, do I detect a crush?”
“It was just a kiss. No matter how amazing Camilla is, she doesn’t have the right equipment.”
“This may come as a shock to you, but when it comes to women who are into women, a lack of equipment is rarely a problem.”
Lindsey picked up a cushion and threw it at Faith, who batted it away harmlessly.
“Did you talk about money, at least?” Faith asked.
“Not directly. We talked about what we both wanted from an arrangement. And she sent me some money through the Sugar Bowl website after the date. A gift, she called it.”
“How much money?”
“Three hundred dollars,” Lindsey replied.
“Seriously?”
Lindsey nodded. “I was blown away too. Three hundred dollars just to spend a few hours with someone in a nice bar? Even if Camilla hadn’t given me money in the end, I wouldn’t have considered it a waste of time. We get along really well.”
And Lindsey couldn’t help but feel flattered. It wasn’t every day Lindsey met a gorgeous dominant who was interested in her.
“See,” Faith said. “The website’s algorithm was right about the two of you being a good match.”
Lindsey crossed her legs in Faith’s lap. “We do have a few things in common.”
“Like what?”
“Well, she likes art.” The two of them had discussed art, but Lindsey hadn’t mentioned that she was an artist. It wasn’t like she’d ever be a real one. “And, she’s a Domme.”
Lindsey watched her friend’s face for a reaction. She’d told Faith about her unconventional tastes one night when they’d been drinking together. Faith hadn’t been fazed, but she didn’t seem to understand it either.
“Weren’t you just saying you’re not into women?” Faith asked. “And now you’re excited because Camilla likes kinky sex?”
“BDSM isn’t about sex,” Lindsey said. “Sure, there’s usually a sexual element to it, but it’s about so much more than that.”
“Right.” The skepticism on Faith’s face grew.
“I know it doesn’t look that way from the outside, but-” How could Lindsey explain the magnetic appeal of a Domme to Faith? There were certain things that Faith seemed completely naive about, and this was one of them. “A lot of people view it as something like a hobby or a lifestyle. It’s an interest we’re both passionate about, like hiking or something.” It wasn’t quite the same, but it was the only comparison she could think of.
“It’s definitely more interesting than hiking,” Faith said.
“Well, Domme or not, woman or not, I want to see her again,” Lindsey said. “There’s something about her that… I just can’t describe it. She’s so captivating.”
“It’s nice to see you happy about something. Does this mean the two of you are going to go out again?”
“We don’t have anything planned, but she said we’d talk soon before we parted ways on Friday night. I haven’t heard from her yet, but she seemed interested in going out again.” Lindsey had been checking her phone compulsively.
“That’s great,” Faith said. “Aren’t you glad you listened to me and didn’t delete your profile?”
“I am,” Lindsey admitted.
“When your sugar mama starts buying you fancy clothes, you better let me borrow them.”
“It’s a deal.”
As if on cue, Lindsey’s phone rang.
Faith leaned over and peered at her screen. “It’s her! Hurry up and answer it.”