“Excuse me, how much for your mind?”

Caroline jumped. The question came from a woman behind her; tall and curvy, in a loose sweater and tight jeans. Not the usual attire for a kink club, but Caroline was a little grateful for that, because she wasn’t yet used to being in a place with so many people in so many various states of undress.

She gave a nervous giggle. The woman was still waiting with a patient smile.

“I, er. Well, I’m not sure it’s for sale. I have to admit though, I’ve never been approached with that line…” She trailed off, and thankfully the music in the club thumped over her words to cover her stutter.

Nor by another woman, she finished in her head.

The woman laughed.

“That is a shame. To both,” she added, pointedly making eye contact.

Caroline had to look down from it for a moment. Thankfully, the woman extended her hand for her to shake.

“I’m Hannah,” she said. “Haven’t seen you around here before.”

Caroline shook it: it was a soft grip but she was surprised that there were calluses on her hand.

“It’s my first time at… a place like… here.” She was tripping all over herself like she was a teenager again. This was awful. She shouldn’t have gotten dressed up in those garters she found in a novelty store last week… The revealing clothing was not helping her confidence.

Hannah never stopped smiling.

“Enjoying yourself?”

She tried to smile back.

“I think so. It’s all a bit…”

“Overwhelming?”

Caroline finally made eye contact. The woman’s face was difficult to read.

“Maybe.”

The expression turned warm again.

“I hope not too much. You’ll get used to it, but you should enjoy it while it’s still nerve-wracking. You’ll miss that feeling someday.”

“Oh, maybe.” Caroline thought on that for a moment. It did make quite a bit of sense. “Thank you.”

The woman winked, and Caroline blushed, like it was a scripted scene from a movie. “Anytime.”

Didn’t you want to ask…

“Oh!” It jumped to her head – the curious pick-up line. “Why did you ask if, um…”

“It’s how I flirt,” beamed Hannah, proudly. “Besides, you looked like you wanted someone to take it off your hands for a little while. Over thinking isn’t great for nerves, you know.”

“I- hah, well, maybe.”

“Was I wrong?”

Caroline pondered. “How would I know?”

Hannah fixed her with a stare. “Good question.”

This was getting a little too intense. There was heat in her cheeks. And between her legs. This was becoming very confusing, very quickly.

She cleared her throat and tried to lighten the mood.

“Besides, I think if I sold my mind to you, the payment would become moot if I was just…”

She flushed further with what was about to come out of her mouth.

Hannah prompted, emphasizing the word: “Brainless?”

Caroline moaned softly; she didn’t mean to, but this woman’s voice had just suddenly stroked her cunt so perfectly…

She was still staring. She looked predatory. Caroline wanted to moan at that too. She couldn’t look away. She wanted to apologize, and excuse herself (to fucking rub herself off at home for a week) but she couldn’t make her voice say it.

Silence. Her throat was dry. Finally…

“…Why…”

Hannah was quick.

“Because I intrigue you. Because when you think of me, you wonder. Because your pussy is starting to think for you.”

What did I do…

“But…” The woman’s expression softened, “if it’s not for sale, then I suppose it’s not something you have to worry about.”

Caroline felt like she was standing in a daze. Her cunt was throbbing. Head was reeling. Did she miss her chance?

“I…”

Hannah checked her watch and cut her off.

“It is a shame, Caroline. And I hate to cut our chat short, as I have enjoyed it very much…” – Caroline swallowed hard at that – “But I must attend to a previous purchase of mine – oh, here it is.”

A girl, fully nude, was crawling towards her on hands and knees, and wrapped herself around Hannah’s legs. Hannah ran fingers through the girl’s hair, and tilted her chin up to look at her: Caroline saw utter bliss in those eyes, purest happiness and pleasure, with wet lines from her mouth – …drool…

“It was really nice to meet you, Caroline. If you change your mind…” Hannah grinned wickedly, and untangled herself from the girl to walk off. “You know where to find me.”

Caroline knew.