Author's Note: This is a story with mature content and 18+ only please. This has content of a BDSM relationship and I negate any responsibility for any actions of any one that reads this story, it is NOT an instruction manual for the lifestyle by any means and anyone interested in the lifestyle who is above (or is) the age of 18 should do their own research and negotiations with any participating partners. This is a story just to explore one version of a dynamic and is NOT representative all those in the scene, and everyone represented are consenting adults and are participating in "Safe, Sane and Consensual" BDSM and as well as "Risk Aware Kink". Again, this is just a story made in my own mind as someone in the community. It will not be perfect or else you would be reading hours of negotiations and talking and missing out on a story, but please keep all of this in mind when reading. Thanks!

I also do not own any of the characters or anything to do with Riverdale and its affiliates. This is a work of pure fiction.

For Reference:

Lady Vera - Veronica

Dame Celeste - Cheryl

Mistress Elyse - Betty

Sipping on their flutes of champagne, the three young women toasted to the night's festivities, the raven haired one spoke first, "To music, to fetish and to not falling in love!" All three tipped back their glasses before putting the final touches to their makeup and outfits for the evening.

Cheryl wore a bright red corset over a tight black dress with fishnets and ruby pumps, her hair flowing down in curls. Veronica wore a shiny, latex cat suit with a key hole cut out and lace up boots, wearing her hair sleeked back and looked dangerous while Betty wore a pastel pink latex bodycon dress that shone under the lights of the room, appearing and feeling like a second skin. Her hair hidden under a short black wig and her makeup darker and dramatic compared to her usual style.

"Uber's here!" Cried Cheryl looking at her phone and touching up her crimson lipstick.

They grabbed their bags and met the car to make their way to the club.

Mystique held their fetish night every last Thursday of the month, with deep pulsing music and impact scene demonstrations taking place on platforms along the dancefloor. Walking ahead of the line, the girls smiled at the door boy, Moose, before being led into the dark club, already packed with bodies clothed in bright neon and pvc, fishnets galore and drag. Some were being lead on a leash on the way to the bar and many were deep in conversation in booths, which was where the three were heading before the DJ announced, "Ladies, Gents and all in between, your local Queens and founders of Mystique's very own fetish night!" The ladies smiled at the cheers that erupted from the club and found their usual spot out of the way.

"Every time. Every time we walk in here is the same speech, I'm kind of getting sick of it," Betty said, waving her hand for a server.

"I'm not, it's good to let the people know that they owe all of this to us," Cheryl ordered the three sodas, knowing that if they wanted to play, they would need to be sober.

Veronica sighed, "I'm looking for fresh meat tonight, Queen or not I need a distraction or a play thing since Jacob left state."

"Poor baby," Cheryl cooed, already scoping the place out, the blur of dancing bodies and light gleaming off the shiny fabrics of the crowd.

"Her." Cheryl looked into the crowd at a girl with purple and pink striped hair and caramel skin, "I want her."

"Looks like she already is accompanied Cheryl," Betty pointed to the tall and out of place dancer next to her, shouting a conversation.

"Doesn't matter, I'll at least introduce myself," she winked before slinking out of the booth, leaving Betty and Veronica to people watch before they made their rounds.

A server came up to the table and placed a pitcher of water there, "Lady Vera, Mistress Celeste, is there anything I can get for you?"

Veronica waved her hand, "We're okay, but thank you. Actually, may I ask, who's the redhead over there serving? He keeps looking over."

The man swept his gaze in the direction she was looking, "Oh that's Archie, recent hire, he had to replace Phil after he got into a fight the bartender."

She nodded and he was dismissed.

"I could work with that," she smirked, eyeing the tall server.

"V, he's a server, he may not even be in the scene."

"No no, look at his eyes, he has subby puppy eyes, I'm sure of it."

Betty looked over and Archie was almost bashful as he realized he gazed directly at Veronica, who beckoned him over while cleaning a table.

He was perceptibly nervous, adjusting his black uniform before approaching the table.

"What's your name?"

"Archie, Lady Vera, my name's Archie."

Veronica glimpsed at Betty before looking at the young man, "You know my name?"

"Of course, I… I asked the other servers."

Veronica smiled genuinely at him, leaning in and batting her lashes, "Well I'm happy to make your acquaintance Archie."

"Me too, I uh… I have to get back to work, sorry," He shyly nodded his head before heading back to the table and scrubbing furiously at it, looking down intently to not look at Veronica again and risk further embarrassment.

"I want him," Veronica continued to stare, boring her eyes into her prey, "I want to train that hesitation right out of him."

"Breathe, I can almost smell you from here,' Betty joked, sipping on her cola.

"Funny, we both know we smell like giant condoms right now."

This caused them both to break into a fit of uncharacteristic giggles before Veronica noticed the boy from the dancefloor talking to Archie, leading her eyes to search for the girl and Cheryl.

"Betty, where's Cheryl?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing," They both slid out of the booth and separated into different sides of the club, Betty looking into more of the curtained area for more of viewing planned scenes. There was a candle play scene occurring in a roped off section, surrounded by onlookers at tables watching the scene, including Cheryl and the girl talking in-between wax drips. She walked over to the two, "I don't believe we've met," she was interrupted by a particularly loud cry from the girl, lying on a massage table draped with black satin, her back spotted with bright blue wax.

"Gem's the scene name," she stuck out her hand and looked her straight in the eyes, something Betty didn't get a lot of unless it was from a familiar Top.

"Elyse, pleased to meet you, are you new to the scene? I haven't seen you around, or your friend."

"Fairly new actually, I've just started taking classes down in Greendale. My friend came for moral support more than anything, how do you two know each other?" She gestured between the redhead and Betty.

"We went to high school together and met up later in a local dungeon and it just kind of stuck, same with Vera."

"I can respect that, you three kind of made a name for yourselves in the scene, the podcast has been super helpful."

"That's great to hear actually, Elyse was the one that was the head behind that project, Vera and I are just the other pretty faces you can't see."

"You both sound kind of different from the podcasts though," clapping ensued as the scene ended and the next couple was setting up with bundles of rope.

"Just a bit of audio editing to make the pitch a little different, we have vanilla jobs in the city. Well, Vera and Elyse do, I do the business aspects of what we do."

"I should really go find V, but it was really nice meeting you Gem, hopefully we'll see you around," Betty nodded at her and exited the curtained off entrance into the dancefloor in full swing and the security guards scanning from their positions in the shadows.

Looking around the hall, she spotted Veronica speaking to Archie and the guy that was with Gem, laughing at some joke from the raven-haired man, a smirk reaching his lips before sipping some deep-coloured liquid from his cup.

Approaching them made Veronica finally peel her eyes away from Archie in greeting, "Did you find her?"

"She's safe and sound at a rope demo with Celeste."

"Well she's safe for now," Veronica winked and turned her attention back to the boys, gesturing towards the mystery man, "This is Jughead, a poor vanilla soul." She sighed in mock pity at him.

"Vera, not everyone has to be into it, it's just a club. Besides, Jughead, I'm glad you were here to support Gem, it can be a little intimidating going to the first few events alone."

Jughead shrugged, "It's not that big of a deal, it gets me out of the house and more cultured, if that's a proper use of that term," he joked and everyone had a chuckle.

He checked his watch and frowned, "Where's the demo? It's just getting late and Gem and I still have a bit of a drive to get home."

"Oh of course," Betty pointed to the red, velvet curtains she emerged from, "They should still be there, the demos are usually 30 to 45 minutes each."

"Thanks," he nodded and her and lightly slapped Archie on the back, "Don't get eaten alive." He smirked at Veronica before heading towards the curtains with a slow, confident lope.

Archie's cheeks became noticeably pink under the changing lights, which certainly didn't go unnoticed by Veronica, though she acted oblivious, a trick Betty knew was meant to make him have a false sense of security whilst in the act of trying to ensnare what the other girls liked to consider "prey".

"Elyse, maybe we should go soon, I'm feeling a little tired and lord knows how long this get up will take to slip off," she suggested, not looking at Archie, who subtly looked down at the sleek garment that she was mentioning. Though Betty had caught him and would report later about his reactions, surely Veronica would be giddy, but she was also waiting for a key reaction.

"Archie, it's been a pleasure," she reached out her hand delicately, shaking his with more strength than one would assume and without breaking eye contact, slid a deep purple business card into his dress shirt pocket.

Veronica batted her eyelashes as she saw him process the swift motion and gave a little wave as the two sashayed away.

"That couldn't have gone better if I tried," Veronica linked her arm up with Betty, "Now what do you say we head home early tonight? I kind of want to leave him hanging."

Betty feigned surprise, covering her mouth in mocking, "Is this your 'fuck it, things couldn't get any better tonight' move? V, we took nearly 2 hours to get ready."

"Oh hush, you needed to get out, even if it was for a little bit. That you can't deny."

"Fine, I'm beat anyway and I have to get to work early tomorrow."

The ladies witnessed Cheryl stepping out from the curtains, looking sad in her crimson pout, her usual stride having less vigour as she met with them.

"What is it C?" Betty inquired, "Did you want to stay longer?"

She sent the homing text to the ruby haired vixen during the exchange, but this wasn't the reaction she was fully expecting.

"No, there's no point, that boy took her away."

"Did you at least get her number or FetLife account name?" Veronica asked, another waiter walking around with water on a tray, offering them a glass, to which they all waved off.

"I'm not an amateur, we exchanged, but we had a vibe happening! Then he took her away when I was getting to the good questions."

"Well, at least you have something. If you two really had chemistry than she'll seek you out at least, but it is pretty refreshing to see your confidence waver for once, especially on a newbie," Veronica smirked, checking for their Uber.

"Shut up, I saw you flirting with that busboy. Really V? He's as vanilla as B's milkshakes,"

Betty laughed, "No, that would've been Jughead. He seemed nice though."

"Archie was blushing and everything, he had no negative reactions, did he B?"

"No, but he seemed to be more of a wildcard, he could've just been playing nice. You know, he is at work," Betty emphasized, grabbing her coat from coat check and slinking it over her baby pink dress.

"Can you give me an ounce of hope please? He looks delicious."

Betty rolled her eyes, following Cheryl's lead to the car. They always requested the same ones, usually sub boys – as they liked to call them- that kept their phones on and jumped at the chance to drive them around.

"Hello Mark, how are you doing tonight?"

The driver bowed his head a little and didn't make eye contact, "I'm doing very well Dame, how are you? How are you Lady and Mistress?"

"We're excellent, thank you for asking Mark. Now tonight I need you to drop of Elyse first because she has work in the morning, then myself then Vera. Can you do that?"

"Of course, Dame," his sandy complexion made darker in the shaded windows of his fine SUV, his hands maneuvering the wheel deftly, not needing to get directions.

Betty unlocked her front door and stepped into the condo, the soft, muted colours coming into focus as she turned on the light and locked the door. Stepping out of her heels and padding her way across the shining floor to her room, she slipped off her wig and wig cap, her blonde curls intact in a flattened bun. She opened her walk-in closet and placed the wig on its stand to be brushed later, next to a few of her favorites when going out, all in a neat row on display.

She gingerly took off her dress, taking care in placing it on a sheet on a footstool to be cared for tomorrow when she wasn't unusually exhausted. She hopped into the shower, nearly burning herself to ease the tension she had been feeling in her body from working more than usual at a desk. Her skin feeling fresh and warm as she stepped out in a fluffy white towel, swiftly continuing to take off her makeup and go through her, luxurious compared to the average 25-year-old woman, nighttime routine.

Everything in this place was immaculate, as to her nature of order, while the other girls attained such a state in their homes from both ladies and gentlemen service bottoms that paid them to clean their home. Yes, there truly is such a thing, a joy in a little sub's heart when they're able to serve and be useful, fulfilling the service and structure they crave. Both had their regulars, but Betty either did it herself or hired a vanilla cleaning service once a month for the things she couldn't get to based on her schedule at work or other commitments with the two other Dommes.

She checked her phone as she was about to place it into its charging station from the night, trying to distance herself from anything work-related before she went to the office in the morning, finding texts from both, saying different versions of "goodnight" and how Cheryl was already doing research on Gem, obviously too excited to find something shiny in a familiar territory. Though she dismissed them with messages of "sweet dreams" and the like, she gave her good wishes before distancing herself from the phone, leaving it in the living room.

Betty glanced over the space, checking everything was locked and tidied before making her way to bed of crisp white sheets and picking up her book, something vanilla for a change to not make her head swirl with ideas or have vivid dreams as a result. Finally, when her alarm clock hit 1am, she clicked off her lamp with a remote and set down the book, trying to let her mind go blank before the usual chaos of the week began at an ungodly hour.