In a Party Mood

Quinn works in the financial sector, a very high stress job and not for the weak. She has to be a take charge person to do her job or get gobbled up.  None of her relationships last very long. It's really like a series of one-night stands. She likes when her love interest takes charge. So, one night she made a visit to one of her favorite clubs favored by lesbians.

Her inhibitions had been shed as the night had worn on. She was in party mood, but it was getting late and she wasn't sure she'd manage to hook up with another girl before the time came to call for an Uber and go back to her apartment. As she stood against the bar, sipping my wine and soaking up the atmosphere, a little too drunk to act, she felt a firm hand upon her arm. She turned to look and there beside her was a muscular looking girl very Mediterranean looking.

She put her arm firmly around Quinn's neck, kissed her and laughed as she guided Quinn fairly forcefully out of the club. She whispered in Quinn's ear all the lascivious and debauched things she planned for her, as she led her away. Quinn knew she was hers now.  She was so turned on by her domineering attitude that she dares not disobey and quickly climbed into a waiting Uber.