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“Need some help with that?”
she asked, then bent Louise over a padded bench with unexpected
speed. She wedged the rubber plug into Louise’s anus, a move that
made Louise’s eyes widen in surprise. It felt odd, but the size of
the plug meant that it wasn’t going to come free. The guard slapped
Louise’s butt and told her to hurry up.
    Louise followed the other woman down a
corridor. She could hear music and laughter, the sound of clinking
glass. There must be a bar ahead. Her anticipation rose at the
sound. The tail swung around her legs, almost floating when she
walked. The tail had to be a foot wide, absolutely luxurious in its
softness, and the tip trailed on the ground behind her. It was
almost magical, the way it made her feel powerful and sexy. She
swayed her hips as she walked, loving this game. Louise caught a
glimpse of herself in one long mirror that lined the corridor’s
wall and smiled at the calico kitty.
    “Meow,” she said to her reflection and the
woman ahead of her laughed.
    “I wonder whether the Count will make you
purr or scratch,” she said, then stepped out into the velvety
darkness of a bar.
    And what a bar.
    The Plume.
    Louise stood on the threshold and stared. It
was all purple velvet, touched with gilt. The light was dim and the
bar was crowded. She gaped at the masked members, in their latex
and leather and lace finery. They were all fit, all buff, all
watching for new arrivals. The place practically tasted of sex and
certainly there was a hum of desire in the air.
    Louise saw the glitter of eyes behind masks
and hungry smiles. She saw hands move in slow caresses; she saw
people lean back with pleasure; she heard throaty chuckles and saw
many admiring glances. She saw the peacock feathers of the Plume’s
logo on all sides: as a graphic on the wall, in a vase by the door,
tipping the edges of domino masks, being used to tickle nipples and
erections.
    The place was filled with eye candy, each of
the people there displayed to advantage. There were corsets and
stockings and garters and bodysuits. There were high-heeled boots
and thigh high boots and sparkling sandals. There were masks and
hoods and leashes. There were chains and shackles and lengths of
rope. She saw a lot of bare flesh, tattooed flesh and pierced
flesh. Rex’s photographs had really only touched the surface of the
visual display here – or maybe Louise just needed to see more of
his pictures. The dance floor was full, the pounding beat of the
music making the scene seem unreal.
    The Plume was filled with vitality, with
beautiful people intent on giving and receiving pleasure. Louise
loved that there was no judgment, no code. She liked seeing men
with men and women with women, with people of all different colors
and heights mingling together.
    A handsome man with dark hair and dark eyes
stepped forward, smiling at the sight of her. “My newest pussycat,”
he murmured, trailing his fingers across her cheek, down her
throat, across her breast. “Pretty puss.” He fingered her sex, his
gaze knowing, and Louise didn’t dare flinch or move away.
    This must be the Count.
    And she – no, Tess – was going to be
his sex slave. Louise swallowed, unable to keep from staring at
him. His hands were elegant, his gaze assessing. The brush of his
fingertips made her tingle.
    He pinched her nipple suddenly and Louise
inhaled sharply. “Naughty kitty,” he said, but his eyes gleamed as
if she’d responded just as he’d expected.
    In a heartbeat, she had been cast over his
knee and was being spanked with vigor. Louise struggled, which only
seemed to amuse the Count. He slapped her harder, then pushed his
fingers inside her.
    Louise stilled.
    Then she considered who she was supposed to
be and what she was supposed to want. She arched her back, pushing
out her butt, and rolled her hips so that her wet sex pushed
against his hand.
    The Count chuckled. “So, this pussy is
hungry,” he murmured. “My favorite kind.” He stood her