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club.”
    “But you’re not letting me in.”
    “I didn’t say that. If Kent challenges you, tell him you’re my guest.” A mischievous smile played on Brennan’s face. “Hopefully I’ll get to see him turn purple.”
    Angela laughed.
    “That’s the spirit,” said Brennan, taking her coat off her unresisting shoulders, and handing her half of a three of spades in return as a coat check ticket. “You looked a little tense. Don’t be. Nothing is going to happen here that isn’t safe, or without your consent. Do you have anything else you’d like to check?”
    She held her hands open and looked down at herself, and then back up at him. She shrugged. Did it look as if she had anything else to check?
    “You’d be surprised, sweetie. Some people check all their clothes.”
    Oh . “No. I’m keeping my clothes on tonight. I’m just…checking things out.”
    “Ah. Right. Well, have fun.” He grinned at her.
    “Thank you, Brennan.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Angela’s jaw nearly dropped open when she entered the main room, even though it was very much like she fantasized it to be. Brennan hadn’t been joking about people checking their clothes. Half the women, and quite a few of the men, would be arrested for indecent exposure if they wore as little on the street. Maybe they all came in trench coats. She suppressed a giggle.
    For a moment she was distracted by it all. Behind the diaphanous black curtain to her left, a woman was being fucked, and was in turn sucking off another man. Right in front of her, a naked man strapped to an X-frame was being caned by a Domme covered in glistening black rubber from neck to toe. Another couple needed only a wall, it seemed; o-rings were bolted into the wall much like they were on the X-frame, and a woman wearing only a thong, garter belt, stockings, and high heels was leaning against it, her hands bound above her while her Dom spanked her with his bare hand.
    Feeling as if she held her heart in her throat, she scanned the room for Kent. She saw him. Genna was walking away from him. Genna was so beautiful, and she knew exactly how to carry herself. The purple bra only emphasized her large breasts. Even her walk was sexy, her long legs flashing beneath a dangerously short skirt. If Genna wanted Kent, Angela was sure she’d have no chance at all.
    Instead, Genna was heading straight toward her. If Genna was going to make a pass at her, she was going to have to tell her she wasn’t interested. But more likely Kent had sent her over as some kind of messenger. He was alone, but obviously he was too busy to pay much attention to her.
    “Hello, dear. Angela, right?”
    Angela nodded.
    “I’m glad you could make it,” Genna said warmly. “Are you a submissive or a Domme?”
    “I guess if those are the choices, I’m a submissive,” Angela said. It was hard to say, even though she knew full well she wasn’t a Domme. The rubber clad Domme did more for her than the guy she was whipping, and Angela didn’t think she was bi, either.
    “Well, you could be a switch.”
    “What’s a switch?”
    “Someone who likes to be dominant in some relationships, and submissive in others. More rarely, two switches get together, but that’s very unusual.”
    Angela nodded. “I don’t think I’m a switch either.”
    “That’s what I thought.” Genna smiled. “Are you a member, or someone’s guest?”
    “Brennan agreed to sponsor me for the night.”
    “Ah, that’s easy, then. I’ll go relieve Brennan at the door, and you two can enjoy each other. You’ll love Brennan. He’s really good at pleasing a woman. Or perhaps you already know that.” Genna lowered her eyes briefly. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be nosy. I’ll go get him.”
    “Wait,” said Angela. She hoped she hadn’t misunderstood Brennan’s gesture of letting her in as a guest, but she knew that she hadn’t promised him anything. She didn’t think he expected anything of her,