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</div>Samantha Parker had<i>not</i>expected her coworker's invitation of a 'night out on the town' to lead them to a BDSM club. In the seven months they had been working together at the salon, she had never once heard Angie talk about anything... kinky. Granted, of course, work wasn't the ideal place for those types of conversations, but there had been occasional lunches or visits to each other's houses. It was during one of those visits, when they had been halfway through a bottle of wine, that Angie had suggested a night out. Sam had turned down the invitation, using work as an excuse for why she didn't have time to look for a hook-up, or whatever it was called, but by the end of the week, curiosity had gotten the better of her.<br/><br/><i>Curiosity killed the cat,</i>she thought to herself as Angie flirted with a man who had stopped by their high-top. Would it be rude to leave early? A few taps on her phone and she could have an Uber within half an hour. Sam knew it would be the safe choice, but she also knew it wasn't the right choice. If anything happened to Angie because she left her here alone... Well, Sam didn't see the harm in sipping a few drinks while Angie had fun. In an hour or two, she could convince her it was time to leave.<br/><br/>Reaching for their empty glasses, Sam leaned over to let Angie know she was heading to the bar, then left the younger woman laughing at whatever the man had whispered to her. As she wound through the crowd, she was well aware that her attire for the evening didn't help her blend in the way she usually liked. A dark green, ribbed bodysuit was tucked into high-waisted white denim paired with strappy heels. The outfit wasn't anything Sam would usually wear, clinging to her curves instead of hiding them like her go-to t-shirts did. As she slid the empty glasses to the bartender and ordered their next round, Sam tried to tug one off-the-shoulder sleeve up a bit. The bodysuit's sweetheart neckline left the generous swell of her breasts on display, and she'd been subtly hiding them all evening with her hands and arms.<br/><br/>With a drink in each hand, however, Sam couldn't hide<i>anything</i>when she turned around and met the gaze of the woman who had come up to the bar behind her. Momentarily stunned by the sudden heat that unfurled in her belly, it took her a few seconds too long to realize she was standing in the way. A blush stole across her cheeks, yet she didn't look away as she smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry," Sam apologized, "Let me get out of your way here." The crowd near the bar wasn't the easiest to navigate, and she lifted the drinks a bit to try slipping past people without bumping into anyone. The bartender had splashed one of the drinks a little, and the droplets clinging to the outside of the glass let loose now, most gathering on her hand but one landing her chest as she started to squeeze sideways past the woman.