It was a dark and stormy night when Mister Anderson strolled into the Demanding Dom.
"MA!" Everyone in the bar cheered. Anderson was a regular at the bar these days. The Demanding Dom was a men's only club, a place where a Dom could come to have a drink and just relax among the other alphas. And when it came to alpha males, no one was more alpha than MA. This was partly due to his commanding presence and mostly due to MA being the author of this story.
The bar was a dimly lit refuge for MA. It smelled faintly of whiskey and English Leather. The soft lights shone upwards from plaster sconces shaped like mermaids kneeling in supplication. It never occurred to MA that mermaids couldn't actually kneel, but then again, he never bothered to give much thought to sconces or other lighting fixtures. The Jukebox was playing Cherry Pie, again.
'Big surprise,' he thought.
MA easily found an empty bar stool two down from another dom. The Demanding Dom was always empty on Monday nights because Monday was the one day the subs didn't spend yakking in Chat all night so most of the doms tended to run home after work for playtime. But MA was an Alpha's alpha and his sub would have to wait.
MA nodded to the dom sitting to his left. The gentleman returned the nod and lazily raised his glass. MA noticed he was drinking a flaming phoenix - fireball whiskey, Dr Pepper and a splash of Bailey's Irish Cream. The drink got its name from the tendency to rise up from the ashes and return to the back of one's throat.
The bartender, the only submissive male in the joint, crawled over to where MA was sitting.
"Whad iddle free?"
MA frowned.
"Take that damn rubber hood off, for fuck's sake."
The bartender obliged and, not without some difficulty, rolled the latex mask up from the neck until his mouth was visible.
"What will it be," he asked breathlessly.
"The usual," MA snapped.
"Whiskey and Apple Pie coming up." The bartender crawled back behind the bar to make the drink.
MA turned to the other dom and smiled.
'My sub screws up this drink all the time. I finally told her I'd be taking my drinks out and that she wasn't ever to make me another drink again."
The other dom nodded and downed the rest of the Flaming Phoenix. MA waited a few seconds, and when nothing came back up, he continued:
"You know what she said? She said Yes Sir. That's what she said." MA gave his best 'damned straight' stare to emphasize his dominance.
The bartender came back with MA's drink.
"Two bits."
"Put it on my tab. And what the fuck is two bits, anyway?"
The bartender didn't answer and that was okay with MA, as he was merely a background character for this story.