them.”
“What about safewords?” he asked.
Katrina smiled. “You have done some research haven’t you? That’s good. As for safewords, the club recognizes the green, yellow, and red system. If you’re playing with a partner you’re not familiar with, we recommend you stick to those. Should you ever need help from a dungeon monitor, yell red and one will come running.”
“May I?” he asked, pointing to one of the rooms.
“Sure.”
She stood back and watched Drew enter one of the playrooms. He walked slowly around the room, looking at the toys that were laid out and those hanging on the walls. He paused at the rope for several moments before moving on. Judging from his body language, she would bet there was some interest there.
Immediately she began thinking of the femdoms in the club, and her mind went back to Beth. Although she didn’t have Michael’s skill with rope, she liked to restrain her partner. She said there was something about having a man tied up and begging. Katrina couldn’t argue with that. There were times when she took great pleasure in seeing a sub tied to a table, unable to resist anything she wanted to do to him.
Drew finished his inspection of the room and rejoined her out in the hall. “Where are the fire exits up here?”
Given his profession, she shouldn’t have been surprised by his question. He asked it with complete confidence, so she wondered if this was his way of getting back on equal footing after his foray into unknown territory.
“Last door on your right. In case one of the fire alarms is pulled. . .” She pointed out the alarm just inside the door of the room he’d exited moments before. “. . .the emergency lights go on, and the exit signs are illuminated. Don’t worry. Everything has been approved by the fire marshal.”
He nodded.
“Was there anything else up here you’d like to see, or are you ready to head back downstairs so we can get your application completed?”
“I think I’m good.” He was looking uncomfortable again.
Katrina didn’t bother to hide her amusement. “Not having second thoughts, are you?”
He shook his head. “No. It’s just. . . not what I’m used to.”
She motioned for him to follow her, and they made their way back to the stairs. When they reached the main level, Brandon was busy wiping glasses—something he normally waited to do until Friday afternoon. He was alone. Katrina waved to let him know all was well as they crossed the room heading back to her office.
By the time she and Drew sat across from each other again in her office, he looked more determined, if not the least bit more relaxed. She had to give him credit. It took a lot of courage to put yourself out there, and overall he was handling it rather well.
“Do you have your driver’s license?” she asked.
He propped himself up on one hip and removed his wallet from his jeans. She couldn’t miss what a nice ass he had. The man was clearly in shape. It would be interesting to see how the other members of Serpent’s Kiss reacted to him. She imagined he’d be turning a few heads, especially with those blue eyes of his.
Drew handed her his license, and she in turn gave him two forms to fill out while she made a copy of his ID. “The first page outlines the club’s rules. The second goes over our privacy policy. If you have any questions, ask.”
She finished with his license and gave it back to him.
Katrina waited until he’d reviewed the two forms and signed them. Taking the pages from him, she placed them in his file. “Did you bring the results of your blood work with you?” Keeping the club and its members safe was a top priority. New members were required to get tested for sexually transmitted infections before their membership could be approved.
He reached into his other pocket and removed a folded piece of paper.
After looking over his medical forms, Katrina was satisfied everything was in order. “I think I have everything I need. Any