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friends talk about being so tolerant but I promise you, if you walked in the room they would look down their nose at you. My girlfriend, Becky, lectured me about Dutch. He came to my apartment and we ended up, you know, and she told me she thought I was better than that. I just wanted to have some fun, do something different and she acted like I’d broken the law,” I told Sheila.
    “Yeah, I know the type. I get that all the time. When I tell the people I work with what I do on weekends, a lot of them judge me. I don’t care though. Fuck’em. You’d probably never guess but I’m a legal aide. I wear little cute little skirts, blouses and heels to work,” Sheila admitted.
    “I wouldn’t have.” I told her.
    “That’s not me, though. Here, I can be myself. I like dressing like this. I love getting a little fucked up and taking Locke home and letting him have his way with me. I love riding my bike. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I know people like your friends. They seem to spend more time worrying about how to fit in with the crowd than just being themselves. You don’t seem like that though,” Shelia told me.
    “I don’t think I am. I just didn’t realize that my so-called friend would act the way she did,” I said and then for some reason told Sheila what Dutch and I did last weekend. I felt comfortable with her. I knew she wasn’t going to judge me. She listened and even smiled excitedly at the good parts.
    “You liked it, didn’t you?” she asked.
    “Yeah. I can’t believe I found it so satisfying even though Dutch left me hanging like that. And the way Dutch looked at me...wow!” I told Sheila honestly. I still got all warm inside when I remembered that night.
    “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Shauna. I’m all for women’s rights, girl power and all that but in bed, I love it when Locke takes over. Some women might like being in control, but I don’t get it. I like being his plaything. I love it when he holds me down and gives it to me. I love being his biker bitch and submitting to him. Locke’s a nice guy, easy going and a lot of fun but when he gets that look in his eye, I think you know the one I mean, I get all wet and weak in the knees,” Sheila explained and I knew I blushed.
    She put words to everything I’d been feeling. I wanted that too and Dutch had given it to me. He took control and satisfying him was enough. I didn’t want to be equal in bed. I didn’t want to discuss what a guy wanted and give him permission. I wanted a guy to take what he wanted from me, not plead with me. That was more exciting and satisfying that anything a guy could do for me physically. Dutch had shown me what that was like and Sheila let me know I wasn’t alone in that desire. Becky could keep her polite metrosexuals. I wanted a man to take control and take me along for the ride.
    “Wow! That’s exactly how I feel,” I replied. Shelia smiled and took my hand.
    “You want to have some fun, Shauna?” she asked. I wondered what she meant and for a moment, I hesitated. However, I reminded myself that here I wasn’t going to be judged.
    “Sure, what do you have in mind?” I asked. Sheila got a devilish grin, stood and pulled me along behind her.
    “Body shots!” was all she said as we went to the bar. I wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but then Sheila pulled off her halter top setting her big breasts free and then kicked off her heels and shimmied out of her tight jeans. I watched her undress, completely caught off guard. What the hell was she doing? I was glad she stopped before removing her panties. She called over to the bartender as she climbed onto the bar and asked for a bottle of Kahlua. Some of the patrons began to gather around us.
    Sheila lay down on the bar in only her panties. She took the bottle, opened it and poured some of the liqueur over her naked torso. “Body shots. Come get some and