Ok, I know the vag doesn't like stories... but if you don't find any part of this entertaining, well i dunno what to say to that. So I'm out at the club last weekend, and Ive just arrived about at about 1:30. I'm taking my first lap and I see this girl that catches my eye. Shes tall and pretty and my I can't help but get the sense right away that shes got some of the good crazy. I'm not saying I can tell when a girl has the bad crazy AND the good crazy, because I definitely get burned on that one plenty, but Ive got a sixth sense for good crazy. I start talking to her and its clear shes one of the cool girls. Very direct and candid. We are having a good time talking and playing the game. Shes very cool and comfortable. I usually make girls a little nervous if they like me. I tease her just a little bit, and thats when it happens. She slaps me straight in the face. I'm a bit confused at first because, well, I've just been slapped in the face. There was something about the slap though. It was harder than playful, but softer than angry. There was something about the smug way she stood there smirking at me as if to say "yes.... and that's what you get". Like how you would swat a puppy with a newspaper. not hard enough to really hurt, but definitely enough to make sure they know you mean it. She really only left me one choice. I slapped her back. Now the look of shock on her face at this point was priceless. I probably should have been a lot more nervous, but I'm the crazy asshole that just stood there smirking as if to say "and thats what you get" She slapped me again. I slapped her again. Then I had an interesting conversation with the bouncers. I managed to smooth things over with the bouncers and I'm still talking to little miss slap happy and her friend pulls me aside and tells me she understands that her friend started it, but i simply can't keep slapping her. I'm listening for about half a second before I realize the friend is really hot too. Soon ive got her smiling and chatting too. Its probably around this time the first girl comes back around. I buy her a shot and we keep on chatting. Apparently some guy she used to date has been there for this whole thing and starts some sort of trouble with the girl about her hanging out with me. This is an excellent opportunity for me to suggest we leave. Back at her place we run into the leftovers of a party. There is food and glasses spread out, but really only two people left, a guy and a girl. I'm rather unconcerned with these two and we head into the bedroom. Now, I'd asked her at the bar what she did for work and she told me... but i don't think it really sunk in until she opened that cabinet. She was a dominatrix. I told her we could put the strap on back, but the rest of the pile could stay. Her body is better than I expected and shes just sexy as hell. So confident yet still so vulnerable. The tension between two people both used to getting what they want is craazy. At one point it actually comes to the point where she is actually trying with everything she has to overpower me. yea, sorry 120 pound girl... not going to happen, but its hot seeing you try. She tells me two hilarious things. "You are not nearly as dumb as you look" which cracks me up and the awesomely honest and self aware, "Yeah, you definitely wouldn't be here right now if you hadn't slapped me". Things are going well and shes face down ass up and I'm behind her with a glass butplug in one hand and lube in the other when the guy from the party walks in. This guy is her ex-husband. This is one of the alltime most awkward moments ever. I tell him rather rudely that "now is not time man" and hes just rather dejectedly says "I gotta get my pants." Guy walks within arms reach of my completely naked, butplug holding self to grab his pants and walks back out again. Turns out this guy is her kept man. She pays him and he handles the details for her. I can't imagine how any man could do that. She also has a slave who worships her and does stuff for her and gets nothing in return. after that, it was just one of those really crazy nights where you just talk and fool around and chill out till after the sun is up listening to tunes and enjoying the moment. There are a million reasons... mostly the ones i even left out of this short version... why I should not get involved here... But I like her, so fuck it. First date is tuesday.