“Yeah.  Actually, I do,” the butch answered.  She looked around the room.  “There’s ways to soften ‘em up; even the hard ones will beg and scream if ya know how to give ‘em the right kind of … stimulation.”  She reached inside her vest pocket and pulled out a small vial and set it on the bar, not even bothering to hide it.       Inside were several shining objects, slimmer than a sewing pin, some white, some black.

“Ruffies and E are overrated, no matter what form you put them in,” she said tiredly, taking a piece of ice in her mouth, letting it chill her tongue before she crushed it between her teeth.

            “Oh, you ain’t never seen nothin’ like this, girlie,” the butch grinned again.  She picked the vial up between thumb and forefinger, and turned it under the barlight.  “Sliv is a whole ‘nother story.” 

            “Sliv?” Her brow raised in questioning, her attention was now had.  “Never heard of it.”

            “Not many people know about it.  Ya won’t find it on the circuit, and not in many undergrounds either.  Not yet, anyway.  It’s new.  It’s pharmaceutical grade stuff.”

            “So what is it?”  She took deep slow breaths, trying not to show any particular interest even though she was.  “I don’t like my bottoms sedated.  Spoils the fun.”

            The butch shook her bald head.  “Me neither.  They’ll be wide awake for every lash, cut, piercing or body blow, trust me.”

            “Then what’s the point?”  The Domme asked the butch.

            “A bottom on white sliv?  She’s got no off switch.  She’ll let you do anything you want.” Her eyes glittered.  “Anything,” she repeated for emphasis.  “No inhibitions, no safe word, no brakes…she’ll take everything you can dish out and beg for more, if that’s what you want.”

            Her pulse began to race and she felt her sex moisten.  “What about the black?”

            “Ahhhh,” the butch licked her lips.  “That’s where OUR fun comes in.  Gives ya a little boost, ramps ya up so you can keep cummin’ and goin’ for hours if ya wanna.”

            “How do I know it’s any good?” She avoided the urge to lick her own lips.  Instead she cracked each of her fingers slowly.