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occasional gasp. The smell of women in estrus slammed against her, almost making her turn around and leave. Her body was buffeted by the sensation and it was all Selene could do to stay in control. Taking long deep breaths, she inhaled the sexual frenzy and looked around the room at the packed jars of estrogen filling the seats. Jax must be doing another demo night for the ladies. Ever since those trashy books, what were they named? Selene tried to remember. Oh, it didn’t matter, but ever since those “mommy porn” books came out she couldn’t turn the women away. She wasn’t complaining, it had been good for business without having to lift a finger in advertising, a boon to her pocket book and her sex life if she were honest.
    Jax rested his elbows on the bar, clearly engaged by the scene unfolding on stage. He was like a vulture waiting for the show to be over so he could have his pick of horny, over-stimulated women eager to experiment. The tension of the room raised a level, each body generating its own wave of energy that pelted Selene. Sliding her hand against the rough texture of the wooden bar, she turned and watched the show. Too much salt in tonight’s dinner made Selene’s mouth feel like a wad of cotton. Luckily she had eaten sparingly. Her system just wasn’t ready for a full on meal. The sunlight had taken time and so would food.
    Snapping her fingers next to Jax’s ear she tried to get his attention.
    “Jax.”
    No response, and she focused once again on the stage show.
    Mistress Rose had a way of pulling her audience into her web of kink. Once there, they rarely realized until it was too late that they were often doing something they normally wouldn’t be caught dead doing. Add a little alcohol and most people became like putty in her well-manicured hands. What happens in the club, stays in the club , she told every audience. Little did they know that every face, every action was caught on tape somewhere in the club. Mostly for insurance purposes, but once or twice Selene had been thankful she’d had the tapes when the cops had arrived claiming a rape had taken place.
    Mistress Rose strutted across the stage to the “volunteer” who was usually one of the Dungeon staffers. The audience sat enraptured by the precise display of whipmanship Mistress Rose commanded. Selene was often surprised Rose managed to stay tucked into her tightly laced leather corset. Her supple breasts with just a hint of nipple showing begged for release, but they would stay safely tucked for the remainder of the show, Selene was sure.
    Mistress Rose spotted Selene at the bar, and winked then licked her ruby tinted lips. It was game on now for Rose. Selene had been able to keep her advances at bay, but it seemed anytime she spotted Selene near, she upped the ante. Suddenly, Selene felt sorry for the volunteer. She would be the recipient of the torture Rose wanted to share with Selene. She would have to try and prevent it the only way she knew how. She turned her back on the action and ignored the Mistress’ gestures that were a ploy to get Selene to respond.
    “Jax.” She snapped her fingers near his ear again. “Two fingers of Jack.”
    “You got it, Boss.”
    The crack of the whip exploded throughout the club and the audience gasped.
    “She’s hot for ya boss,” Jax said, pushing her drink towards her and nodding his head at the stage.
    “Yeah, well the feeling isn’t mutual.”
    Selene swallowed the liquid in one gulp, a slow burn her reward. Slamming her glass down, she ordered another.
    She could smell someone coming up on her before movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. A glance in the mirror behind the bar found her staring at a platinum blonde as she tried to catch Jax’s attention.
    “Excuse me,” she whispered.
    “What can I getcha?” Jax said, finishing his generous pour in Selene’s glass.
    “Rum and coke, two beers in bottles, a strawberry daiquiri and margarita—on the