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Care For Me chapters 1-7
CHAPTER 1
Ery McGalligan was sitting in her cheap apartment, watching some old cartoons until the news interrupted it.
"Well, it's finally here folks! In Callaway New Hampshire, the new 'F.K.T' bar open-"
Ery shut off the tv and sat on the ground, draped in her blanket, wearing a worn pajama shirt and no bra. Was it really worth getting up to go to this new bar? She would have to put on pants and a bra...but then again, alcohol. Decisions, decisions...
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.
.
She got up to get dressed. She found a clean oversized black sweater with a cat on it and some ripped jeans. she pulled on some mismatched socks and her tennis shoes and walked out, headed to the brightly lit area near her street. The new bar. What was it called..? F.K.T?
She walked over to the bouncer, who gave her a weird look.
"I'm gonna need to see your ID."
She handed him her drivers license. "I'm 21. Can I go in now?" She asked sarcastically as he handed it back
"Yeah, I guess you can." He let her in, and she was greeted with what looked like the biggest kink fest in history.
She looked around a bit after the initial shock of all those people wearing tight leather clothing wore off and sat down a the bar.
"What can I get you?" the lady asked. Ery shook her head to focus and stop admiring her tattoos and piercings.
"Oh, uh, a screwdriver if you have it," Ery said, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"You allowed to have that, hun?" She asked
"I'm 21 so...yes," Ery said, giving her a small odd glance.
The bartender just smiled "Alright, sorry for assuming. Most people here dressed like that already have a dom." then she disappeared to get the drink.
'Oh, so it is a big kink fest. Just gotta talk my way out of awkward situations by being my normal bitchy self. If she thought I was a sub then my inner bitch should do the trick of scaring off random doms...'
She came back with the drink "Thanks. Oh, hey, any tips on deterring people here? I'm just here for the alcohol, honestly." Ery asked
"Well, with how you're dressed right now you could say you're already in a relationship, but if all else fails, be a giant bitch and most of them will go away."
"And the few that don't?"
"Just ignore them. The owner of the place will ban anyone who tries to do anything bad. I'll report it if I see anything. Don't worry about it, here the bartender always has your back."
Ery smiled for the first time in a while at how she acted as if they had been friends for years "Thanks."
ch. 2
Ery drank her Screwdriver, and as she was about to pay, the bartender (Deb) said it was on the house. All of
opening night was.
"Sweet!" Ery exclaimed
"Hell yeah, it is. You mind if I ask ya a question, hun?" Deb asked
"Fire away," Ery said, taking a swig if her second Screwdriver.
"Are you into BDSM at all?"
"No clue. I don't really get into relationships or anything that would expose me to the lifestyle. So, for right now, it's a maybe." Ery said with a shrug.
Deb nodded "Ok, just curious. Most people who aren't into BDSM shame us relentlessly."
"Yeah, People need to mind their own business...and I don't think they realize that anything other than vanilla sex is classified as BDSM and I'm pretty sure at least once they tried to 'spice things up' in the bedroom."
"Haha, yeah. You want another refill?"
"Is that even a question?" Ery asked with a smirk. Deb disappeared to refill the glass, while a muscular, conventionally attractive guy sat by Ery.
"Hey, little girl, what's a pretty thing like you doing all alone here?"
"Not to be rude, but please fuck off."
The guy looked surprised "Now, that's no language for a sub to use to a dom."
"Who says I'm a sub?" Ery asked, looking at him
"...are you a switch?"
"No."
"Dom?"
"Nope."
"Then what the hell are You!?!"
"A demon that will shove that tic-tac that you call a dick so far up your ass you will cough up cum for months if you don't Fuck. Off."
The guy, smartly, left.
It happened again and again until Ery's response was almost script sounding.
"Hey, are you alone?" A lady sat down. She was tall, and on the thicker side, and relly fucking pretty. She wore a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top, rather than the cocktail dresses most of the other ladies wore.
"I-...I don't have a response for a girl." Ery said, in her own mind halfway.
"What do you mean?" She asked, a small smirk on...
Ery McGalligan was sitting in her cheap apartment, watching some old cartoons until the news interrupted it.
"Well, it's finally here folks! In Callaway New Hampshire, the new 'F.K.T' bar open-"
Ery shut off the tv and sat on the ground, draped in her blanket, wearing a worn pajama shirt and no bra. Was it really worth getting up to go to this new bar? She would have to put on pants and a bra...but then again, alcohol. Decisions, decisions...
.
.
.
She got up to get dressed. She found a clean oversized black sweater with a cat on it and some ripped jeans. she pulled on some mismatched socks and her tennis shoes and walked out, headed to the brightly lit area near her street. The new bar. What was it called..? F.K.T?
She walked over to the bouncer, who gave her a weird look.
"I'm gonna need to see your ID."
She handed him her drivers license. "I'm 21. Can I go in now?" She asked sarcastically as he handed it back
"Yeah, I guess you can." He let her in, and she was greeted with what looked like the biggest kink fest in history.
She looked around a bit after the initial shock of all those people wearing tight leather clothing wore off and sat down a the bar.
"What can I get you?" the lady asked. Ery shook her head to focus and stop admiring her tattoos and piercings.
"Oh, uh, a screwdriver if you have it," Ery said, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"You allowed to have that, hun?" She asked
"I'm 21 so...yes," Ery said, giving her a small odd glance.
The bartender just smiled "Alright, sorry for assuming. Most people here dressed like that already have a dom." then she disappeared to get the drink.
'Oh, so it is a big kink fest. Just gotta talk my way out of awkward situations by being my normal bitchy self. If she thought I was a sub then my inner bitch should do the trick of scaring off random doms...'
She came back with the drink "Thanks. Oh, hey, any tips on deterring people here? I'm just here for the alcohol, honestly." Ery asked
"Well, with how you're dressed right now you could say you're already in a relationship, but if all else fails, be a giant bitch and most of them will go away."
"And the few that don't?"
"Just ignore them. The owner of the place will ban anyone who tries to do anything bad. I'll report it if I see anything. Don't worry about it, here the bartender always has your back."
Ery smiled for the first time in a while at how she acted as if they had been friends for years "Thanks."
ch. 2
Ery drank her Screwdriver, and as she was about to pay, the bartender (Deb) said it was on the house. All of
opening night was.
"Sweet!" Ery exclaimed
"Hell yeah, it is. You mind if I ask ya a question, hun?" Deb asked
"Fire away," Ery said, taking a swig if her second Screwdriver.
"Are you into BDSM at all?"
"No clue. I don't really get into relationships or anything that would expose me to the lifestyle. So, for right now, it's a maybe." Ery said with a shrug.
Deb nodded "Ok, just curious. Most people who aren't into BDSM shame us relentlessly."
"Yeah, People need to mind their own business...and I don't think they realize that anything other than vanilla sex is classified as BDSM and I'm pretty sure at least once they tried to 'spice things up' in the bedroom."
"Haha, yeah. You want another refill?"
"Is that even a question?" Ery asked with a smirk. Deb disappeared to refill the glass, while a muscular, conventionally attractive guy sat by Ery.
"Hey, little girl, what's a pretty thing like you doing all alone here?"
"Not to be rude, but please fuck off."
The guy looked surprised "Now, that's no language for a sub to use to a dom."
"Who says I'm a sub?" Ery asked, looking at him
"...are you a switch?"
"No."
"Dom?"
"Nope."
"Then what the hell are You!?!"
"A demon that will shove that tic-tac that you call a dick so far up your ass you will cough up cum for months if you don't Fuck. Off."
The guy, smartly, left.
It happened again and again until Ery's response was almost script sounding.
"Hey, are you alone?" A lady sat down. She was tall, and on the thicker side, and relly fucking pretty. She wore a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top, rather than the cocktail dresses most of the other ladies wore.
"I-...I don't have a response for a girl." Ery said, in her own mind halfway.
"What do you mean?" She asked, a small smirk on...
