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“What do we have here,” Nicole said. A tall blond dressed in leather from head to toe. “Two subs just looking for a Domme, aren’t you?”

“No,” Andrew said trying to step away. “We were just…”

“About to do my bidding,” Nicole demanded. “You don’t want to get in trouble for breaking the code of the club, do you?”

“There are no rules which state we have to submit to you,” Andrew tried to put himself between Ryan and this new woman.

Nicole leaned close, “I’m Nicole and I’m your new Domme. You will do exactly what I tell you to.”

“We aren’t looking for…” Ryan denied.

“You will sit down and behave yourself,” Nicole backed him into a booth. “You too.”

Ryan started to rise but she put her pointed shoe on his crotch. “One drink. You’ll have one drink and by the time we’re done, you’ll either beg to be my sub or I’ll walk away.”

Andrew pushed her away from Ryan. “One drink,” he agreed to get her to back off.

“You sit there,” Nicole demanded. “Give me your wallets.”

“No,” Andrew said. “We’ll stay here for you but we’re not handing over anything.”

“If you’re not here when I get back, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life,” Nicole threatened.

Annabel sawthe floodlights as they approached the new club. It reminded her of the old Hollywood premiers. The buildinglooked like a castle. The car pulled up to a wide staircase. Her driver got out and opened the door. She twisted and was careful to keep her legs together. No underwear meant a crotch shot if anyone snapped photos. She rose out of the car to see the media lining the stairs as other people dressed even more sexily than her strode up the stairs to enter the building. The sharp wind ruffled her hair and glitter fell around her. She smiled as she considered it looked like fairy dust falling all around her. She was here to make her dreams come true so why not be completely ridiculous? She met the eyes of a man who swept his gaze up and down like he owned her. She returned his stare before shaking her head and walking away.

The double doors opened for her. She stepped into the dark interior and allowed her eyes to adjust. At the coat check, she dropped her coat and took her ticket. In the metal surrounding the coat check station, she caught a glimpse of herself. It was distorted but made her catch her breath. She turned and walked into the club.

Uncertain where to go, she headed towards the nearest bar. Maybe they weren’t here yet. Maybe they were in a private room. Since they brought this up, she read everything on this club. She wasn’t sure it was a place for her. If they liked it, she’d come here for them. At least she hadn’t seen Gerry yet. She wondered if people would recognize her with the mask.

“I don’t care,” she muttered. She caught sight of a bar. The room was crowded and she wound her way through the mass of people.

Annabel strode up to the bar on the side of the room. In the mirror behind the bar, she saw her men. Andrew and Ryan sat in a booth with a blond woman whose boobs were large and fake. She leaned over them, her boobs nearly tumbling out of the leather binding them. The woman berated them and they cringed from her.

She signaled the bartender. She noticed her small bump and thought she was pregnant but didn't ask.

“Hello... I'll take a scotch neat... top shelf,” Annabel leaned close to the bartender so she heard her over the chatter.

“Yes, ma'am,” the bartender said as she turned to the scotch and poured her drink.

“Thank you. What’s your name,” Annabel sipped the smooth liquid and handed over her card. She took cash out of her wallet for a tip and handed it to her when she handed back her card.

“Everyone calls me Sweets,” the woman smiled at the generous tip.

“Sweets?” In the mirror, Annabel watched the woman across the room. “Look at her. She thinks bullying them is dominating them. It isn't.”

Sweets glanced at the woman Annabel motioned to. “If you need security, I have Romeo. That should be left in the rooms. This bar is not part of the fantasies.”

“Maybe. She's bringing her fake self over here,” Annabel shook her head as the blond approached the bar.

“Give me two PBR Light beers,” Nicole demanded as she approached the bar. “Make it snappy. I have two hot ones on the hook.”

“PBR?” the bartender asked.

“Whatever tastes like piss and is cheap,” Nicole snapped.

“This is a cash bar,” the bartender smiled when she informed the woman. Annabel hid her smirk in her glass.

“Fine,” Nicole slapped cash on the bar. She drummed her fingers on the bar as the bartender turned to the beer fridge and searched for the low end beer. “I've got cash. Give those two boys only shitty beer until they earn something better. Do you know who they are? They are millionaires here to play at being submissive. I've got a treat for them.

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