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tend to come out. “Sir Percival. Look, talk to Lucy if you have issues to resolve with her. Don’t talk to me. It won’t do you any good.” She didn’t stay to see what he thought of that. A few words with Betsy were all she needed.
    Safety first. Especially if I’m going to play with a newb.
    It was more packed than usual at Excess. While she was still making her way through the crowds, she saw one of the newbies approach Elizabeth, who shook her head politely and pointed across the room. Subs flocked to the confident, curvy domme like moths to a flame. But Betsy was now happily married, and when and if she played with anyone for anything but demonstration purposes, it was always with her husband, Gray. Not all subs were deterred by that—Amanda had gone a few rounds with the couple herself—but many were, and the two of them were very picky.
    “Mistress Elizabeth,” said Amanda when she got there. She curtsied.
    “Hello, Amanda. Everything okay?”
    Amanda knew why Betsy was asking. Amanda was one of the dungeon monitors at Excess, but she rarely intervened directly when she saw a problem. A lot of doms took it badly to have their scenes interrupted by someone they saw as a sub, although they’d take it from Gray or Elizabeth. Amanda could usually make them understand her authority if she needed to but not without making far more of a fuss than there would be if someone else intervened. If they were way out of line, Amanda took delight in dressing them down, but otherwise, she tended to pass problems on.
    “The club seems to be running smoothly. I thought I’d try to see if one of the new people wanted to do a scene with me, though, so I’m going off duty, if that’s okay?”
    Elizabeth smiled. “Of course it is.” She narrowed her eyes. “You usually prefer the more experienced dominants,” she observed.
    That was true enough. Amanda liked people who knew what they were doing. But she was firmly fixed in the eyes of the regular doms in the club as a person who was fun to play with but who didn’t need to be cared for. And maybe I don’t. But I want to have the possibility, just this once. “Well, you know me. I like variety,” she said, using a light tone to mask the melancholy turn of her thoughts.
    “Mhmm.” Betsy’s tone was noncommittal.
    Amanda didn’t want to discuss it further. “Anyway, I had a favor to ask.”
    “Sure, Amanda.”
    “Don’t you want to know what it is first?”
    “I trust you. What is it?”
    Trust. How many times did doms tell her to trust them? But it was so rarely returned. “Well, just, if I’m playing with a novice…”
    “You want someone to watch over you,” Betsy finished. “I’ll keep an eye out, and I’ll let Gray and Vincent know too. If you go into one of the side rooms, catch my eye first and make sure I know which one you’re going into, and we’ll keep checking in on you.”
    Amanda hugged her. “Thanks, Betsy,” she murmured softly enough no one could hear. “I appreciate it.”
    Betsy smiled. “Have fun, dear.”
    “That’s what I’m here for.” Amanda grinned and looked about. Her quarry, Jeremy, was leaning against the rail, watching a scene taking place on a big St. Andrew’s cross in the middle of the room. Master Imad had Sofia chained up and was applying fierce blows with a slender rattan cane, intermixed with soft caresses. The alternation between tenderness and brutality provided a stark contrast and had attracted a number of rapt observers, both new and experienced, some of whom looked horrified. Jeremy, on the other hand, looked only half-interested; he appeared to be neither repelled nor transfixed.
    Amanda moved behind him. “What do you think of them?” she asked.
    He looked up. “Ah, it’s you.”
    Amanda raised her eyebrows. “Is that a good thing?”
    In answer he moved a few inches, making room for her, and tapped the rail next to him in invitation. She took the place he offered.
    “I think he’s very