Friday, 4 July 2014

Friday, July 04, 2014 -

Little Lizbet

by Chloe Carpenter
Published: Jun 9, 2014
Words: 22,404
Category: ageplay, romance
Orientation: M/F
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The club was heaving with leather-clad and scantily-clad people engaging in deviant acts of pleasure. Little Lizbet pushed her way through the crowd, looking for Chrissie. Her friend had abandoned her to have a session with Kyle, her new play partner. Not for the first time that night, Lizbet wished she had stayed at home. She didn't know anyone here and felt insecure and ill at ease from all the predatory glances that came her way. As an unaccompanied and attractive sub, she was a target for the wolves - and they were here in abundance, salivating over her waif-like form, her pretty blonde hair and guileless big blue eyes.

"Want to play, little girl?" A guy in black leather, his jacket decorated with ropes of chain smiled at her. He held out his hand in invitation. White teeth gleamed from a tanned face.

"No. No thanks." Lizbet shook her head and turned away from him. She decided to make her way to the back of the room near the bar area, intending to sit quietly and blend into the background as she waited for Chrissie.

There were a few vacant seats adjacent to small tables. She headed for one and sat there, head down. Past experience had shown her that avoiding eye contact was a good strategy. If she did that, people usually left her alone.

But not this time.

"Pretty little girl, all alone." The guy with the chains was back. His dark eyes bored into hers, a covetous expression on his face. "Come play with me, cutie. You won't regret it, I promise you."

"No. I don't want to."

"No?" A flicker of annoyance crossed his face. "Then I'll have to change your mind." He came closer and reached out to touch her shoulder.

"No!" Her voice came out as a strangled squeak. "Go away. Please."

"You heard the lady. Clear off, Zak."

Zak stared at the newcomer for a moment, then shrugged. "Suit yourself," he said, and moved away.

Lizbet looked up into a pair of inquisitive brown eyes filled with warmth. They belonged to a man in his early forties, a man with a kind face. His hair was dark with the first flecks of grey at the temples. He smiled at her. It wasn't an oily smile like Zak had, it was a nice smile, unthreatening and benevolent.

"Hi," he said.


"Mind if I sit here?" He indicated the vacant chair opposite Lizbet.


He sat down. "Take no notice of Zak. He pounces on all of the newbies. I haven't seen you here before. Your first visit?"

"Yes," she said shyly.

"Then welcome to Club Excess. I'm Daniel."

"Thanks. I'm Lizbet."

"Are you here alone?"

"No. I came with a girlfriend - Chrissie. We usually go to Demon's Dungeon, but she wanted to come here tonight because it's her new play partner's favourite club. She persuaded me to tag along with her."

"And now she's abandoned you, huh?"