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breathed too much, her boobs might pop out and then Keith would definitely run the other way. Her boobs had fed a baby, and Emily hadn’t been the most delicate eater. Her breasts sagged more than a twenty-five-year-old’s should. Way more. And she had stretch marks. And the C-section scar.
    She didn’t look like Karina or Eve McKay. Alex McKay’s sub was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Eve walked into the bar on the arm of her muscular husband. Walked? Hell, she kind of glided even though she was wearing a pair of heels that would have made Ashley break an ankle.
    “Is there a problem?” Keith’s brows had risen over disapproving eyes.
    She was screwing up royally. She gave him a hopefully brilliant smile and shook her head. “Nope. I’m sure I can handle sitting.”
    Sort of. She watched as Eve sank to her pillow with perfect grace. And then Ashley sort of tumbled because she was also trying to hide the fact that she was wearing cotton panties with little flamingos on them. Of course, because she’d been tugging her skirt down, she lost her balance and her legs went wide, letting those pink birds fly.
    Keith reached down, helping her back into a more discreet position. “What are you wearing?”
    She was confused by the question. “What you sent me.”
    “I didn’t send you…were those birds?”
    She laughed a little. “Oh, yeah, sorry about that. You forgot to send me underwear so I kind of had to wear the ones I was wearing. Hey, you’re lucky. These are some of my nice ones.”
    He loomed over her. “I didn’t send you underwear because you’re not allowed to wear it in this club. Also, I don’t care that that man is gay. I don’t want you flirting with him when you’re with me. It’s rude and upsets me. Give me the underwear.”
    She felt her eyes go wide. “What?”
    “You understood me. You’ve proven to have a wonderful knowledge of the English language in all its iterations.” He held a big hand out, palm up.
    She thought back to her very explicit instructions. In the club, when she was with Keith, she was only to wear the clothing he provided for her, and it would be some form of fet wear. The clothing was purchased specifically for her and she was welcome to keep it to form her own lifestyle wardrobe.
    But when she’d realized he’d forgotten the undies, she’d decided it was an oversight.
    She’d heard Ryan argue with her sister that she shouldn’t spend so much on lingerie since she wasn’t allowed to wear panties. Karina had been wearing a teeny tiny thong, but then she didn’t have a permanent Dom, and even Master Simon had required she be naked on the St. Andrew’s Cross. The only submissive she’d seen wearing anything that really covered her ass was the big boss’s sister-in-law. Chelsea seemed to be allowed to wear fet wear that covered her legs and backside.
    But that didn’t mean Ashley would be allowed to.
    “It’s not a hard choice, Ashley.” Keith took a knee in front of her, his face softening slightly. “You either want to try this or you don’t.”
    She couldn’t hold back the tears that started. “It’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s going to be half naked.”
    “No. That’s not my role, although you’ll note that the male subs are on full display. Part of this process forces you to get used to your body, to come to love and appreciate the skin you’re in. It’s not for everyone. Though it should be. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life in a body you hate for utterly ridiculous reasons?”
    She sniffled a little. “Ridiculous?”
    He chuckled. “Yes. I’m sure you’ve decided that you’re not beautiful. Somewhere along the way, you listened to the media who tell you every day that you have to be stick thin to be lovely. Derek, my new sub is struggling with how beautiful she is.”
    She looked up. She hadn’t even realized that the detective had joined them. He sat down in the chair she’d recently