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“They probably framed it this way because we’ve got swapping,” Julen said to Peter.

“Maybe, though in that case it would have made more sense to assign us each a sub and then leave it to us to swap them around.”Peter was frowning and absentmindedly peeling the label off the beer bottle he still held after their parking-lot drinking session.

“We should call all three of them, have a little meeting, let them know what’s going on,” Lihn suggested.

Peter shook his head.“No, let’s just get it done.”His jaw muscle flexed.“I’ll take Diann.”

Lihn stared at the other man, then looked at Julen.He didn’t know Julen all that well, but his guarded expression was proof enough that he was thinking the same thing Lihn was.

“Is that a good idea?”Lihn asked slowly.“Given your history?”

“Look at the list.”Peter grabbed the papers Julen was holding, flipped the page, and then held it up to them.The letter S items took up almost a whole page.

“See these ones?Diann loves every one of these.I know what she wants, and how she likes it, so I’ll take her and get these done.”

Lihn leaned in so he could read what Peter was pointing at.Diann had marked every item that started with “Serving as” with a definitive “yes.”

Diann was very open about her masochism and degradation kink.Serving as furniture probably played in to the degradation kink.

Peter said he knew what she needed, and given how much they used to scene together, Lihn believed it.But for Peter to suggest he take Diann… Maybe the club gossip was wrong about them, and maybe Lihn was misremembering their relationship.

But given the look he’d shared with Julen, Lihn was fairly sure the other man had reservations too.

Lihn was about to protest, to say again he didn’t think this was a good idea given Peter and Diann’s history, but Julen spoke before he could.

“I’ll grab Delaney and do suspension.I’ll need to help Ilias with his letter, since he has rope.”

Julen’s dismissive tone made Lihn wince, though on the surface there was nothing wrong with his statement.

Yet Lihn couldn’t shake the feeling that he was standing on the tracks, watching a distant train approach.Maybe it would be fine, and they’d move in time to prevent disaster.Or maybe this hurried plan was going to cement them in place and they’d get run over.

Shaking his head to dispel the mental image of tracks running through a thick forest, a plume of steam in the distance heralding disaster, Lihn looked down at the checklists he held.

Train metaphor or not, this felt too fast, not thought-out enough.

Then again, he was known for being slow and thorough.Sometimes painfully so.

Rolling his shoulders to ease the worry-based tension, Lihn shuffled his papers, stopping on the last sub.Joni.He studied her picture, then her list of letter S items, a plan slowly forming.

“Okay,” he said after a moment.“But I don’t think we should start tonight.We should take time to plan.”

Peter was shaking his head, ready to argue, but Julen nodded.“I won’t be able to do a proper suspension scene until the night after.Tomorrow we’ll just assess and prep.Though that might change.I need to check in with Ilias and find out when the rope stage is available.”

Again, a twinge of worry tweaked Lihn, and he winced, though he didn’t think Julen noticed.

Peter nodded reluctantly, then added.“We’ll start tomorrow, and can finish the weekend with swapping and swallowing.Trade subs, have them suck us off.They all have at least willing to try listed for those.Everyone current on tests?”

“Yes,” Julen said, while Lihn nodded.

The club had regular testing for STDs available for those who preferred their play to include a sexual element, or any exchange of fluid.

It seemed their plan, such as it was, was done.

There was a moment of awkward silence before they all turned and headed in different directions—Peter back out the doors to the parking lot, Julen into the club grounds, and Lihn went to the Den, the Masters’ and Doms’ equivalent to the Subs’ Garden.If he was going to scene with Joni tomorrow, he needed to see what equipment was available.

As he walked, he tried to erase the uneasy feeling that this was all about to go horribly wrong.

Finally.

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