Mikie hadn't meant to follow the woman to the bar, she'd just ended up behind her and paused to enjoy the view of her behind. Having a thing for the curvier ladies when she was so skinny could be something of an advantage, or it could just as easily work against her. But it was when the woman turned around, an over-full glass in each hand, and their eyes met that Mikie knew she wanted this woman. Those big soft brown eyes looked slightly down at her with the look of a rabbit caught in the headlight of her bike, or at least that was what they reminded Mikie of. And they awakened in her the lust to dominate, hurt, humiliate, and then afterwards, to tenderly console, make everything right.<br/><br/>The woman moved to one side, apologising for being in the way, turning sideways as she tried to manoeuvre through the crowd. Mikie resisted the temptation to press herself against that voluptuous chest. She would have it, but in a more secluded setting. But time seemed to slow as she watched the drip fall from the glass. Saw it land on the soft pale swell of bosom. Something inside her switched off and without even realising she reached up and caught the drip of beer with a finger tip, wiping it off the stranger's chest and lifting it to her own mouth.<br/><br/>Her eyes went back up as her hand moved, fixing that startled brown gaze with her own dark blue one, daring the woman to protest or say anything.<br/><br/>"Hey Mikie, Long time no see! What can I get ya?"<br/><br/>The shout from behind the bar came from Denise, the woman who had introduced her to the BDSM scene all those years ago and was still a good friend, even after their major bust-up. But it killed the moment and Mikie turned away, to the bar. "Her phone number..." She answered, softly. Denise looked blank and Mikie shrugged, turned to watch the woman head to where one of the clubs male predators was chatting up a cute looking redhead.<br/><br/>Denise followed her gaze. "Oooh, your type, huh? Best of luck, sugar."<br/><br/>Mikie ordered the drinks and  Denise set them on a tray. She wormed her way back through the crowd to the table, glancing at the woman in the green body from time to time. She was getting a lot of looks and Mikie wasn't the only one with a thing for the fuller figure. She made her decision, she would make a move now. She set the tray on the table, took her own rum and coke, sipped and announced, "Scuse me kids, but the game is on."<br/><br/>Her friends followed her look and Bobbie grinned. "Go for it, Biatch. She looks scrummy in that outfit!"<br/><br/>In a room where most of the patrons were wearing leather in one form or another - except the "princess" subbies who liked to advertise by wearing pretty frocks - the off-the-shoulder body-suit stood out a mile. Mikie made her way back towards the bar where the high-top tables were. She ignored the guy's<i>piss off </i>look and pulled up a stool, sat close to the brunette and placed her glass on the table.<br/><br/>"So, I'm Michelle, but I prefer Mikie. I've not seen you here before. Are you interested in trying the scene?"