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off the floor.
    The pouty, pink blowjob lips, the bouncy cheerleader ponytail. But with a cute
    white collar and a very charming doe-eyed blink. She was Amie in sub form. And
    despite the moment of cognitive dissonance that association had caused, Mara had to
    conclude it was a very good look.
    And then he’d laughed at the Thunderdome joke, revealing humor and geeky depths to go with the glasses, and the deal got just that little bit more interesting.
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    When she left them in the Rose Room, she took a moment to catch her breath and
    gather her thoughts. Considering what Dru had told her in a new light, Mara put her
    initial judgments aside and tried to figure out the Fosters’ deal.
    He had the vibe down, that much was clear. He was a Dom and didn’t really even
    know it yet, but he was obviously getting there fast and enjoying the trip. The way his eyes lit up when he saw the glass dildo and the ice water made it pretty plain he was anticipating torture with all the delight of a seasoned top. And he was perceptive
    enough to exert that little bit of control Mara had offered, playing the mind game with his sub, not letting her hear more than a word here and there.
    So she had no choice but to be a good little sub and wait, patiently or not.
    Good sub.
    No biscuit.
    Dru had mentioned the wife had the experience, that the husband—Master Daniel,
    she decided, thinking she should start calling him that in her mind so she didn’t forget when she went back into the room—was the newbie. Was probably doing it because
    Delia had talked him into trying it.
    And that was the problem, right there. The wife didn’t think of him as a real Dom,
    she thought of him as her husband being a good sport. And Mara knew that the last
    thing a sub should be thinking about her Dominant is, “Gee, what a good sport.” So
    Mara’s job would be to help Master Daniel realize he was doing it right…and help Delia see that, regardless of what she’d started out with, what she had on her hands now was a Dom. Who deserved all the focus and attention and service a sub owed a Dom.
    After confirming the obvious, that the eyehooks in the ceiling were for the purpose
    of suspending submissives, Dru had fixed Mara with a very direct look and asked her
    what she thought of the Fosters.
    When Mara had hesitated, Dru had smiled and cut off her fumbling attempt at a
    response. “Stay with them, please. Liability issues. Congratulations, you’re officially a 41
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    part-time employee tonight. Your job is to make sure nobody gets hurt in there. Let me know if he’d rather have one of the gorillas from the floor, all right?”
    “Yes ma’am.” Mara couldn’t help grinning. “If I’m an employee, can I still play?
    With the Fosters? I mean, if they ask, may I…”
    “An employee of this club? Flirting and playing with patrons? Of course not,
    Mara,” Dru mugged. “I’m shocked, shocked that you would suggest such a thing. But I also assume you’re smart enough to lock the door, ask the Master nicely first if you may play with his sub and be discreet about whatever takes place.”
    And so when she returned to the Rose Room, her black leather corset adjusted just
    slightly to show off a bit more cleavage, it was all “Yes, Master Daniel” and trying to pretend she wasn’t affected by the Master’s enthusiasm. Or by the hot naked sub they were arranging to chain to the ceiling.
    Once she’d helped suspend the chains and secure the clips to the cuffs on Delia’s
    wrists, Mara stepped back a little bit and tried to get some perspective on the scene. She had felt too close, too fast, with these pretty strangers. But taking in the big picture was even worse in its way.
    There was Delia, arms overhead and legs spread, just testing the play in the chain to which she was shackled. She couldn’t quite reach her heels to the floor. Gorgeously
    naked, with skin that glowed a little golden in the faux candlelight.