Dye of Pleasure

Author's note: This story won a writing contest ('KAW 18') about the theme "COLORS". Unlike much of my other work, this is not a breast-fetish story.

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The face in the mirror looked so different. Purple hair really made her blue eyes pop and her pale complexion only added to that effect. Emily inspected the various tubes in front of her and, for the umpteenth time, debated whether she should really go ahead with her plan.

A familiar and incredibly titillating twitch jolted through her body once again as her eyes lingered on the choker lying next to the tubes. She couldn't believe that the wait was finally over. Humming happily, the young woman applied sparkling blue dye to some of the remaining strands.

Her fingers danced over the white and grey tubes, as if her unconsciousness was urging her to reconsider. But the decision had been taken already and although Emily was positive that she would curse herself later for it, she was dead set on ignoring the voice of reason inside her head. With trembling hands and her heart thumping, she grabbed the tube and painted the remaining parts white.

During the necessary pause, as she waited for the color to set, her brain went wandering. Emily thought about the thrills she would experience tonight and about the phenomenal heights that waited for her. Still a bit uncertain about her decision, the young woman scolded herself yet again for being stupid, for setting herself up for a surely frustrating evening, despite knowing exactly what would happen. Emily was glad when the wait was over, when she finally could embark on this new adventure for good. They had put her on hold long enough, but now it was her turn to reap the harvest.

Emily enjoyed the deep cleaning, the clattering water washing away any left-over dye. She took her sweet time grooming her body, making sure that everything, from her rainbow-kissed head to her deep blue toenails, looked as pristine as possible. With an eye on the watch, she finally donned the beautiful choker and, forgoing any underwear, slipped into the little black dress she had bought just for this very occasion. Once her high-heeled shoes were on, the stunning young woman sporting an odd haircut checked her appearance one last time and headed out, ready for a long, lustful night.

The place looked as run-down as she had imagined and was absolutely packed. The floor was sticky and the air thick with heavy perfume and sweat. A group of young lads was cheering at some unfortunate girl, intimidated by the unwanted attention the daring choice of clothes had brought her. Emily chuckled as she squeezed through the crowd, acutely aware of her bare sex and unconstrained breasts, and ordered her favorite drink.

She soon noticed people scanning her appearance and felt their eyes linger on her tight choker. Before long, a welcome hand found its way into her barely concealing outfit and teasing fingers brushed over her erect nipples. She shuddered from the touch, squirming excitedly on her little bar stool, as hot breath graced her neck, eliciting goosebumps on her bare arms. Emily remembered how long she had waited for this, what she had done to get to this far, and sighed happily as the hands got more inquisitive and groped her soft flesh openly.

She closed her eyes as she leant back, savoring the exquisite sensations, as she heard the bartender calling out for her. Flustered, the aroused girl handed too much money to the smirking woman behind the counter while the teasing hands continued playing with her sensitive breasts. Emily tried to focus on the glass in front of her as another hand made its way towards her body, quickly approaching her already soaked sex. Curious fingertips brushed over the tiny bit of colored hair down there and then proceeded to toy with her proud little pearl. The squirming girl had trouble staying still as experienced hands entertained her needy body.

Emily downed the drink, her cheeks inflamed and burning. She felt the fingers retreating. A now awfully wet hand grabbed her own and tugged at it lightly. The black-hooded stranger pulled her along, leading the wanton girl into the back. Once inside the stall, he gently pushed her down on the closed porcelaine, only to mash his eager face right into her gushing groin.

It was hard not to scream. His tongue felt amazing as it scraped over her tender clit just to dive into her wetness a few seconds later. Emily grabbed the stranger's head and pulled it hard against her sex, not wanting this incredible experience to ever end. Suddenly the tongue withdrew and the man, without even uttering a word, motioned her to turn around. Panting heavily, the excited young woman got in position and spread her legs as wide as she could.

Emily squeaked in delight as the hard cock entered her overripe plum and gently slipped inside her trembling body. She closed her eyes, clamped down on the teasing flesh and wondered how long she would last, as her anonymous lover slowly moved inside of her. Groans of pleasure filled the small stall as her body prepared for climax, and Emily asked herself why she had even bothered coloring her hair if they didn't pay attention to the details. But she was glad they ignored the white strands.

And then, just as she was climbing the crest of the big release, the teasing pole stopped in its tracks. Emily tried to fuck back, tried to get more of that delicious dick inside of her but to no avail. The strong man held her fast and prevented her from even moving an inch. Frustrated, Emily used her muscles to milk the fat thing inside of her, but to her dismay her lover pulled further out, leaving her hanging like a flopping fish on land.

"So they do honor the rules," Emily thought angrily as her excitement slowly faded away, deprived of any possibility to get active herself. And then, just as she was about to give up, the teasing cock returned and plunged deep into her wet, gurgling pit.

It went on and on. Soon, Emily's throat was hoarse from all the moaning and every muscle of her body hurt. And then, right when she thought he would finally let her peak, the jerk pulled out and left the stall.

Emily had troubles keeping herself together and thought about taking matters in her own hands, right there in that dinky booth, but she knew it would be considered betrayal and that she would risk losing access to this exclusive service. Cursing annoyed, she pulled down her dress and made her way back to the bar.

Flustered and disheveled, she ordered another drink, wondering what the night had in store for her. Within a matter of minutes, warm hands were again touching her body at inappropriate but very welcoming places. Emily slowly opened her legs, hoping that this time the fingers finished the previously botched job. She nearly bit her tongue when instead something cold was pressed against her tender clit and freezing water mingled with her hot juices.

The ice cubes surely were an efficient way to combat her arousal but not something she would have chosen for herself. The poor woman squirmed in her seat, stifling a surprised scream, as the hands were caressing her, teasing her endlessly until the coldness had melted away. Soon, the stranger pulled her up and guided her outside, into a dark alley and Emily hoped that this time she would get what she so desperately needed.

It all began so well! The muscular, black-hooded man gently pushed her down on a car hood and quickly entered her from behind. With spread legs and moaning from excitement, she welcomed his hard member, gasping through clenched teeth as he penetrated her depths. His movements were precise and well-timed, he hit the perfect spots in an absolutely mind-blowing rhythm that elicited squeaks of pleasure from the squirming woman. And he didn't slow down like the guy before. No, he raced her right to the top. Emily braced herself for impact, for the earth-shattering orgasm that would surely hit her any moment. But then, as if the whole world had conspired against her, blue flashing lights and deafening sirens filled the cold evening air and her wonderful lover scrambled to get away, leaving Emily once again unsatisfied.

She quickly pulled down her dress again and ducked away before any of the officers could spot her. Back in the bar and horny like a sex-starved teenager, she ordered another drink when suddenly a well-known face popped up in front of her.

"Hey, are you a regular around here? How are you? Quite the unusual hairstyle, girl! When did we meet last, was it at that office party?"

Zoe was an old friend that she didn't meet often enough and, to her own surprise, Emily was happy that she had run into her.

"Not really a regular, no. I'm... I'm on a kind of date."

"A date, huh? Tell me more! And weren't you always pretty conservative with your outfits? That little bit of nothing is not something I'd expect to see on you! You look stunning in it, I have to admit."

Emily smiled teasingly and whispered, "It has something to do with my date. You know, I was accepted into DoP not long ago and today is the day I ...claim my benefits."

"DoP? Never heard of it. What's that?"

"Dye of Pleasure. It's a club offering rather... unique... services. You're open-minded about sexy times, right?"

"Absolutely! And I'm so fucking curious right now. Come on, I want to know everything!"

Emily giggled like a school girl and started to explain.

Suddenly Zoe 's eyes went wide as saucers as a muscular, male arm appeared from behind her friend and wrapped itself around her chest. The accompanying hand unceremoniously slipped into her deep decolletee and started toying with Emily's large, soft breasts.

"Uh, looks like I'm up for another session," gasped her friend as the stranger's hands roamed her body.

"Have fun!" mouthed Zoe, staring in fascination at what was unfolding right in front of her very own eyes. The black-hooded man apparently knew what he was doing and Emily was soon squirming like a wanton slut. Zoe could only watch in disbelief as the two finally vanished into the restroom for the main course.

Emiliy's friend only got aware of her silly smile once the bartender looked at her expectantly. Feeling caught, she quickly ordered another drink when she recognized that the women behind the counter had rather colorful hair as well.

"She's a neon-red. What might that mean? And what would I choose if I'd be a club member?" Zoe pondered as she waited for her drink, contemplating the intriguing possibilities Emily had unveiled. Deep in thought, she soon made plans for her own escapades and wondered if she should join DoP as well.

Zoe had just finished her drink when a disheveled looking Emily emerged from the bathroom and stumbled towards her table.

"Just fucking kill me, please?" she squeaked, her eyes dashing around wildly.

"Oh my, what happened?"

"They are just too good with this. I'm going to pop! Rip out the white parts, please? Now!?"

Content that her friend was not actually hurt, Zoe chuckled and asked, "So you never told me what white means. Care to educate an ignorant fool?"

"Orgasm denial!" rasped Emily, "Fucking orgasm denial! Why did I even think this was a good idea? Grey would have been so much better!"

Zoe laughed so hard that other patrons started to look. It took her a few minutes to calm down again, even though Emily was rolling her eyes since the beginning of her outburst. She snorted, "Grey? Why would grey be better?"

"Grey is edging. With grey they would tease me but I would eventually be allowed to come. With white? Not so much. Now help me get rid of those suckers or I'll fuck myself right here with that damn pepper caster!"

"Calm down, dear," giggled Zoe as she searched for her scissors, "Let's get you out of your misery. Come on, back to the bathroom with you."

The two young women made their way into the back of the bar. As they were alone in the small, tiled room, Zoe grinned, "You know, I really need to join that club as well. What do I need to do to get accepted?"

"Just cut out the white strands, please?" urged the still fidgety woman.

"Only if you help me to get in."

"You'll need a referral from a member. I'll give you one, promise! Now can you please just snip away?"

Zoe smiled as she made short work of the strands. She examined her friend's colorful head closely and declared, "There, all done! No white left! Your release should be around the corner! Now let's get back inside so your savior can find you. And remember what you promised!"

Soon, Emily and Zoe were at their table again, another drink in front of them. The little Zoe had learned from her friend made her only more curious, so she interrogated Emily for additional details about this esteemed organization.

"Yes, the men have colored hair, too, obviously. They have their own preferences and can signal them by choosing their style, just like the women."

"You mentioned the color codes and I know the ones you are wearing now, but surely there are more?"

"Of course. There are so many different shades it's overwhelming. You can express almost every kink imaginable using different combinations. And you'll need to get really good at identifying what people are signalling. You'll get all the information you'll need during the initiation phase though."

"Damn, I can't wait to see what's possible. Can you give me an example?"

"Sure, see that girl there with the neon-red hair?"

"The bartender? I already wondered if she's DoP as well."

"Yep, she is. She's just not active so to speak, has to wait for the choker to arrive. So her hair has this popping-red color and if you look closely there's some black underneath. The sides are black as well."

"So what does it mean?"

"That's easy. She likes breathplay and enjoys getting spanked."

"Really? She doesn't look like it."

"Yeah, the innocent looking ones are often full of surprises."

"So how does this actually work?"

"Every member gets a schedule upon joining, some days they are assigned Seducers, some days they are Indulgers. The Seducers always have to cover their hair because only the Indulger's preferences matters and signaling their own need would just distract from that goal. So they all have to wear these black caps. You'll get one, too, once it's your turn."

"That makes sense. So how often do those assignments happen?"

"You can influence that a bit. The higher you climb up the ladder, the more often you get Indulger slots. And you can tell them when joining how often in general you are available. There's a life outside the club after all. You'll have to install an app that will tell you what to do, where to service, where your reward is waiting and so on. It's really simple. So you still want in?"

"You bet!"

"Alright, I'll put in a request. You should receive some instructions for the initiation phase once they accept it. I'll need a full-frontal nude though, can you send me one?"

"Uh, sure! Oh wow, there's another one. Is that one of those Seducers?"

Emily felt hands slipping into her dress and playing with her barely covered charms. She hushed, "Oh god, yessss... I'm so glad the white is out!"

"Have fun!" giggled Zoe , "Enjoy while it lasts!"

"I will!" groaned her friend, "If you'd only know how much I need this!"

Zoe watched the silent man lead her randy friend away, daydreaming about how he would pleasure her instead of Emily.

A few days later, the invitation arrived by mail. The shipment contained a black bag full of goodies for her upcoming adventures as well as a sealed envelope. Zoe opened the bag, curious to learn what was inside. She blushed as she laid out its rather explicit contents, ranging from the black signature cap to toys of various sizes and other kinky accessories. She even found a small bottle of knockout drops as well as an assortment of bondage gear and wondered if she would ever get to use those things when out and about.

The letter directed her to download an app and the provided personalization code was all she needed to register herself. Once done, the phone greeted her with a welcoming message and a list of tasks she had to fulfil in order to get accepted. The app also included the handbook Emily had mentioned. Zoe opened the list of color codes and was blown away by the sheer volume of what was possible. She studied the various options, her dirty mind busy with choosing the right selection for herself.

To her dismay, she had a life to live and a job to attend to. The little time she had, she devoted to studying the DoP list of colors and even devised some simple tests for herself. But she knew she was not good enough yet and still had some deficiencies. So Zoe texted her friend Emily, desperate for some help.

"Hey, how was the finale?"

"You mean last week? Oh god, spectacular! I exploded like a freaking volcano!"

"All that pent-up lust needed to go somewhere, I guess 😏"

"😁 Thanks again for getting rid of the white strands, I would have died for sure."

"So... I need your help, Emily."

"With what?"

"DoP initiation. Can we do a mock test or something? I feel like I can barely even remember the codes! I only have a week left..."

"Uh, hon? You're not supposed to talk with me about this, you know? We can both get banned for even mentioning DoP during your initiation."

"Really? Damn. But can't you help me a little?"

"No way. I like this club way too much to risk an infraction. Sorry hon, I'm happy to chat with you about anything else, but you'll have to get through this by yourself. Once you're in, we can talk. Good luck!"

Zoe sighed. She had forgotten about the no-talking rule! How would she ever be able to pass even a simple multiple-choice test about this stuff! But there was no help in sight, so she just had to give her best and study more.

It was only a few days later when her phone vibrated and the young DoP applicant almost lost her mind. The message was simple enough but what made her freak out was the fact that she couldn't do any further preparation. Her time was up. Zoe frantically tried to get into the handbook section of the app again but to no avail. Instead, the screen now told her the location to be in and the time of her next encounter. Her first task had just started.

Dressed up in her most revealing outfit, complemented by the trademark black cap covering her hair and the DoP bag in hand, the nervous girl left her home. People stared at her openly as she made her way to the location, even though it was already dark and plenty of party folk were around. But even for them, her look was remarkable enough to warrant a few catcalls and more than one explicit invitation for some good, old, adult fun.

But Zoe fended off all advances and soon found herself in a dark alley just next to the red light district. Her phone confirmed that she had reached the destination but there was nobody to be seen. The nervous pledge searched the clammy street when she suddenly got aware of two people chatting in front of a barely lit entrance. It was a couple, the woman wearing a long, red coat, the man dressed in black leather. And he had the telltale choker around his neck, his hair a conspicuous mess of light blond hair with dark, almost black strands in between.

Zoe immediately knew that this was the Indulger she had to service. The color scheme he was wearing was a popular choice and an often discussed example in the handbook, so Zoe had no trouble decoding its meaning. She gulped, steeled her nerves and approached the couple. Without saying a word, she knelt down in front of the man and started to unbutton his leather pants. The woman squeaked surprised as Zoe fished the fat dick out, but the man didn't flinch and was clearly enjoying the situation. The young woman wrapped her lips around the rapidly expanding cock and sucked it like a lollipop, her tongue teasing its head.