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If this is Saturday and we’re getting a call, it must be Amie’s friend Mara Tyndall.”
    The woman sounded friendly enough. And Mara trusted Amie, and Amie said
    she’d gotten the number from somebody she trusted. So…okay.
    “I’m Dru, by the way. And I’m really glad you decided to call when you did.
    Because I have a problem and could use your help, as it turns out. Are you free this evening, by any chance?”
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    Mara was free that evening, as it happened. And while she might not enjoy
    accepting help, she was sort of a sucker for giving it when asked nicely by somebody who really sounded like they were in a bind.
    Which was how she found herself in a slightly dodgy part of town at about nine
    that evening, pulling up to a valet parking attendant in front of a club she’d never heard of before Dru mentioned it.
    Unfettered .
    Classy sign, polite valet, huge bald doorman who looked as if he was about to go fight the Leather Wars on some distant planet. And probably kick all kinds of alien ass.
    Just inside the door, Mara was greeted warmly by a woman who looked a little bit
    like a classed-up version of herself. A little taller, more curves, but the same coloring and the hint of Goth that went with it whether she liked it or not. Long black hair, fair skin, short red dress. Fishnet tights and some really killer boots, but she could have walked down the street without anybody knowing she’d come from a kink club.
    She introduced herself as Dru, and it was clear she was in charge from the way she
    walked through the place, leading Mara over to the bar and ordering a cup of coffee
    and an ice water.
    Mara felt a little over the top in a black leather corset, even with jeans still covering up the matching boy shorts. She hadn’t been sure how to dress, whether she should go the normal club route or wear something more conservative. Looking at Dru’s outfit,
    she started to fear she’d gone the wrong direction. Though she was certainly covered up compared to most of the more obvious subs she spotted among the gathering crowd.
    “Thank you for coming on such short notice, by the way.”
    “I didn’t have plans or anything,” she said with a shrug. She’d taken a sip of the ice water before realizing Dru had ordered it for her without asking. Domme? If she was, she wasn’t pushing it very hard. Just in case, Mara added, “Ma’am.”
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    Dru’s mouth quirked up at one corner. “From what Amie says, planning isn’t your
    strong suit. But that’s okay,” she reassured Mara. “It’s not what I need you for. I just need an experienced sub to help mentor a couple new to the lifestyle. With any luck, they’ll be arriving shortly. If you’re all right with that? We’re new to the area, so I don’t have a whole lot of contacts to work with in the community.”
    “Oh. I guess so. What would I need to do?”
    Nothing she hadn’t done before, most likely. Her usual club got new visitors from
    time to time, some starting out and some just curious. It was a safe space to play, and she’d donated her back to a few relatively inexperienced floggers in her time. As long as they were closely supervised by somebody who knew what they were doing.
    “Well, how far you go with it is really up to you. Primarily just show them the
    equipment, explain anything they need. You’ll have a private room, but one of the
    regular dungeon monitors will be on call if you need him.”
    “I have to ask, wouldn’t they normally be the ones showing people the ropes?”
    Dru smiled over the rim of her coffee cup. “I don’t have a subby monitor right now.
    And I have a feeling this very new Dom might feel more comfortable with a female sub than with somebody like me or one of the other big Dom monitors who look like
    bouncers. It isn’t intentional,” she shrugged, “but that’s who we have at the moment.”
    Laughing, Mara looked around the tastefully appointed main room of