1. Eden's Apple


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: StableNight, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    small drink tables. The backs were fairly high and the openings small, making the couches like mini cubicles, offering the inhabitants decent privacy. For such a large lounge, it was largely devoid of activity. A pair of couples were having a lively conversation in one of the booths, their laughter occasionally echoing through the room. A few people were lined up at the bar, chatting with the bartender and ordering drinks. The lounge could easily fit dozens more people, but Amy realized that the night was still young. The current crowd was moderately attractive, yet well dressed. Fortunately, since she had put some effort into her appearance earlier, Amy felt like her dress and makeup was appropriate for the environment. However, most were much older than she was, at least in their mid-30s, and at most in their early 50s. Amy stood just inside the room, scanning the environment, timidly wondering whether she was welcome and whether this was the place for her. Social gatherings made her feel very insecure, and talking to strangers often made her feel uncomfortable. However, she was suddenly self conscious of the fact that she was standing in the middle of the room, unmoving, for an unreasonably long time. She decided to walk to the bar, because she felt it the most socially correct course of action. She sat down several seats away from the group at the end. She felt them all stare briefly at her, as they quietly and discretely discussed whether she was new or not. Amy studied ...
    the illustrations on the wall diligently, trying her best to act nonchalant and be oblivious to the group to her left. She began to notice a pattern with the graphics, that most depicted the interactions between women and demons. There was of course, Eve in the Garden of Eden, eating the apple given to her by a serpent-demon, but there were also depictions of hell, with women being imprisoned and tortured by horned devils. The violent themes made Amy feel slightly scared as she remembered the type of establishment she was in and wondered whether she herself was stepping foot onto the devil’s playground. "Welcome to Eden's Apple, what'll be your poison?" The voice from across the bar startled Amy and broke her out of her trance. Her eyes darted to the bartender's, looking down on her from above. Both of his hands were firmly planted on the bar. His composure was somber, yet commanding. Amy froze like a deer in headlights. "Uh..." Her mind raced, but she had missed the question entirely. Her eyes flicked back and forth, avoiding his gaze. She blushed slightly. The fawn in front of him made the bartender relax his demeanor. He let out a soft laugh and smiled, rolling his eyes. "I'm asking what you would like to drink, honey." All the references to apples primed Amy's mind. "Um, do you have apple juice?" she asked weakly. He looked back indignantly, unable to wipe his smile. "Sweetheart, how old are you?" "Nineteen." Amy said flatly. She was taken aback by the oddly personal and ...
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