Finding Oneself part 2

[LanceH]

As she drove to the club she thought about it. She had done a lot of research. Not just watch a couple of movies and read a couple of bad romance novels, like so many probably did. Real research about what, why and how. She had thought about her own motivations and desires, and come to terms with them. She was here looking to have a night out, and if the opportunity came up, she might have some fun too. She pulled in just after the doors opened.
The line wasn't long. It was an alternative club, which wasn't her usual kind of scene. But tonight was a special night. It was a fetish night. They had vendors selling all sort of gear. She even picked up a full set of cuffs and a flogger. She went to the bar and got a drink, then found a table. She saw a lot of pretty young girls, and noticed she got her fair share of looks.
After a couple of hours, and a couple of drinks, she was starting to think about leaving. She had been approached by several men. Most of them were her kids age, and could barely keep from drooling. Far too inexperienced and likely not into what she wanted, although they looked willing to try. She just wasn't looking to be another notch on a young gunslingers belt, and she wanted more than they had to offer anyway.
Then a man came up to her table and asked her how she was doing. No quick come on line, it was very refreshing. She replied and he asked if he could sit. He also put a fresh long island iced tea in front of her. Her first impression was he was mid 30's. After he sat down they talked for a while. He wore a button white shirt, tie and jacket. Also surprisingly, he wore a kilt. Not a normal place or event, but he wore it like it was regular wear.
They sat and talked for a while. Occasionally he would stop someone and ask that person to get fresh drinks. They talked about everything, and then the conversation moved to preferences. He didn't pry, but asked questions in a way that allowed her to answer, or not. She told him she knew generally what she wanted, but outside of a few experiments on occasion, she had never really experienced the real thing. He as understanding, and let her know about himself as well. As they talked she saw enough signs of life on him, that she revised her estimate of his age to much closer to her own.
She heard last call in the background, and said that she guessed she needed to get ready to leave. He put his hand on hers to stop her, and said she didn't have to leave if she didn't want to. Then he stopped a staff member and asked for a bottle of Cognac. She lifted her eyebrows inquisitively, and he told her he was the owner of the place. She thought to herself almost immediately that maybe this was going to be a fun night after all.