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    Jennifer shook her head, a few strands of newly-reddish highlighted hair getting caught in her eyelashes. She tucked a strand of hair behind one ear. “Let me get this straight. You have people like him,” she pointed upstairs towards where Declan was showering, “come into your club and offer to pay $400 an hour for you not to touch them, and not to let them touch you?”
    “Yes.”
    “And you do this full time?”
    “I have a three-year waiting list, so there is no shortage of clients.” That's not what I asked , thought Jennifer, but she let it slide. A rush of admiration, startlingly physical, hit her. How in the hell did someone do that? Convince extremely powerful, well-off men to pay so much money to be controlled by...her voice?
    Jennifer chuckled. “Forgive me, Miss Sally, but I am trying very hard to comprehend this. It's a bit out of the mainstream.” The dominatrix tilted her head slightly to the left, the only sign of acknowledgment. God, how did she make her skin so creamy? Jennifer wondered. And eyes that were so...ethereal. Yet hard, like she had been though a hundred lifetimes. A little black eyeliner on the top lids made them stand out. She glanced at Miss Sally's chest and noticed a nub poking through the fine cloth. Two nubs. Too distinct to be nipples.
    Nipple rings. Ah, God, a clit ring, plus this?
    What else did she poke holes in? Jennifer wanted to go grab the big dildo she had made Declan use yesterday and fuck it right here, right now, staring into those eyes, wanting only to please this woman.
    “How do you do that? Why do people come to you for these services? What makes a person seek out being so submissive? Because Declan is anything but a sub in real life. He wants to be in charge. All.the.time. It's a huge problem.”
    Nodding, Miss Sally maintained eye contact. “And that is their problem.” She didn't elaborate. Jennifer felt her confusion grow.
    “So you only talk to them? Never touch them?”
    “I didn't say I only talk.” Miss Sally looked at her watch. “Where is Declan?”
    Jennifer had nearly forgotten him. She waved a hand vaguely towards the stairs. “He always takes long showers.”
    “No. You are in control. He takes as long a shower as you want him to.”
    Hot damn! Miss Sally was right. Jennifer hesitated. “Uh, I'll get to him in a minute. But back to what you do. So you won't talk to me about Declan. But you did tell me you never touch your clients. He wasn't allowed to touch you. All these years he's been seeing you weekly. What in the hell have you been doing?”
    For once, Miss Sally showed some real emotion, aside from the cold, dark look she'd given Jennifer moments before. This time, the woman seemed to blossom a bit, opening up, her smile radiating pleasure that Jennifer hoped was contagious.
    “That is what I am about to do, my dear. Teach you exactly what Declan has been coming to me for all these years. Stop talking and start doing.” She pointed to the family room. Jennifer walked to the door, opened it, and what she saw made her nearly scream.
    Miss Sally's hot breath tickled her ear as the dominatrix had crept behind her. “This is what Declan wants. And this is what you are going to give him. But only on your terms.” Jennifer's clit swelled with the screams she held back, her body tensing as she told herself not to turn around.
    Clients couldn't touch Miss Sally. Jennifer gawked at the room, then spun around and stared into Miss Sally's eyes, her own lust reflected back at her in those black, dilated orbs.

    Two could play at this game. Declan turned on the shower to buy some time, then found Jennifer's email on her computer. None of this made any sense. Why would she jump him like that yesterday, so out of character, and make her his bitch? They'd been on shaky ground for a long time, and he'd been fine with just barely tolerating each other. That seemed so unbelievable to him now; what they had found in these few encounters