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his free hand to squeeze her breast.
    Marissa sat up straighter and glanced at Dana and Tony, suddenly afraid her lusty little daydream was somehow apparent to them. But they were both looking out their respective windows at the lights of the city passing by. Marissa smoothed back her hair, which she had worn loose for the evening, and blew out a cleansing breath.
    After about ten minutes, they pulled onto a dark street that contained a row of what looked like abandoned warehouses. The cab pulled to the curb and the cabbie twisted back. “This the place, Mac?”
    “The very one,” Tony replied with a smile. He handed some bills to the cabbie and opened the car door to step out onto the sidewalk. Wearing heels higher than she was used to, Marissa gratefully accepted Tony’s offered hand as she climbed out of the car.
    He helped out Dana as well, who, in her heels, stood a good three inches taller than her spouse. Finally he opened the front passenger door of the cab and pulled out a large black leather messenger bag, which he slung over his shoulder.
    As the cab pulled away, Tony walked toward a metal door and pressed a buzzer beside it. Dana and Marissa stood just behind him. “This is the club?” Marissa said quietly to her friend, unable to keep the skepticism from her voice. The place looked like a dump. The images she had earlier of a dank, stone dungeon with manacles protruding from the walls resurfaced with a vengeance in her mind. What in god’s name had she signed up for?
    “Not to worry,” Dana said as if reading her mind. She reached for Marissa’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “It’s much nicer inside.”
    A voice came over the intercom asking them to state their business. “Master Tony, slave Dana and guest,” Tony said in his deep voice.
    Slave Dana .
    The words sent a shiver down Marissa’s spine. Would she ever be someone’s sex slave? Did she want to be?
    No, her mind insisted. No way.
    Yes, her body whispered fervently.
    The door buzzed and Tony pulled it open, gesturing for the women to enter ahead of him. A set of wide stairs led downward, and the clacking of the women’s heels echoed against the concrete walls. Marissa held tight to the metal railing as they descended. There was a second door at the bottom of the stairs, which was pulled open as they approached.
    A wiry young man with short blond hair dressed wearing only black leather pants and a slave collar ushered them inside. He was holding a clipboard, and he checked something off and looked at them with a smile. “Welcome, Master Tony,” he said, not even glancing toward Dana or Marissa.
    “Good evening, Steven,” Tony replied. Marissa noticed Steven’s nipples were pierced, small silver barbells gleaming against his smooth chest.
    A young woman with long dark hair hanging loose down her back appeared. She was wearing a sheer white dress made of a kind of stretchy lace fabric that did little to hide the fact she was completely nude beneath it. Her feet were bare, and she wore a thick metal chain around her neck. “Lovely to see you, slave Jade,” Tony said.
    “Good evening, Sir,” the girl replied in a quiet, respectful tone. An involuntary shudder moved through Marissa’s frame and her nipples poked hard against the lace of her bra as her mind replaced Jade’s name with her own.
    The young woman led the three of them to a table at the far side of the room, and as they walked, Marissa took in her surroundings. She was quite impressed with the opulence of the place, especially considering the façade of the seemingly rundown building in the nearly deserted neighborhood that housed it. Instead of a medieval stone dungeon, the space looked more like a posh Westchester County country club. The lighting was softly muted, the walls painted a warm, creamy beige, the thickly piled carpeting a soft tan. Instead of iron manacles, oil paintings of lush landscapes and plump, nude women lounging on velvet settees were hung along the