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never told me about Ian before?”
    “I don’t know. He left town about six months before I met you, and it seemed pointless to talk about him when I thought I’d ever see him again.”
    Scarlet ran a well-manicured finger around the mouth of her beer bottle. “Not so pointless now, is it?”
    Ronnie had shrugged, and spilled it all. By the time her friend left, Scarlet was convinced Ian being back in the city, in that club, at this time, meant something special.
    Ronnie wasn’t so sure she agreed, but she was excited about tonight and her third training session at the club. They said this was when things would get interesting, but she’d found it all pretty fascinating so far. Last Thursday, everyone had stayed together in one group again as the trainers took turns going over common terms and definitions of things they should know. Things like the differences between a bottom, a submissive, and a slave; hard and soft limits; understanding the stoplight system of safewords. They even covered legal aspects of play and explained the waivers that all members needed to sign when joining the club.
    Fees were covered privately with Adam, and she quickly learned why. He charged them on a sliding scale—sort of. There was a reasonable minimum fee everyone paid, but others were encouraged to pay more according to their income. Ronnie agreed to pay an extra ten percent because she could. If she could’ve afforded more, she would’ve paid more. Membership included a locker, beverages, and chocolate.
    Apparently, they went through a lot of chocolate.
    One of the Doms-in-training was surprised that members could drink alcohol at the club, and commented on it. Eden had been quick to tell them the members were adults and would be treated as such. While club security and Dungeon Monitors kept a close eye out, people were expected to play responsibly.
    It all made Ronnie excited and nervous at the same time. Strangely, nothing had happened yet to live up to her sexual fantasies, but she already felt like she was starting to live her dream.

    The trainees had paired off to do mock negotiations. The trainers walked among them, listening in, stopping here and there to coach and correct. Since there were seven bottoms and only five Tops in this class, Adam brought in two of the club submissives to help out as well. Ian struggled not to laugh at the look on Mike’s face, the trainee who’d been paired up with Kalina.
    The sub was a sweetheart, but a bratty one. Since Mike had been fairly vocal about his “experience” as a Dom, he’d told Kalina not to go easy on him.
    “You’re evil,” Eden whispered, as she moved to stand beside him.
    “He needs to learn how to listen. Kalina will make sure he does.” The words were barely out of his mouth before Kalina threw her head back and laughed. Loud.
    Color flooded Mike’s face, and he stepped forward aggressively. Before he could do anything, Simon had him by the back of the neck, pulling him back from the still-smiling sub.
    “And if Kalina won’t make him listen, Simon will.” Eden walked away, an added swing to her hips.
    Turning away, Ian walked to where Ronnie was negotiating a scene with Conner. He stood far enough back as to not distract, but close enough to hear.
    “I don’t like to be spanked, so the bench is out,” Ronnie told him. “What about the Cross? I’ve never been on one, but have always wanted to try it.”
    “So spanking’s a hard limit?” Conner asked. “What else?”
    He listened for another minute then interrupted.
    “Not bad, guys,” he said, stepping forward to stand next to them. “You’re communicating clearly, which is good. But negotiating doesn’t have to feel like a job interview, or worse yet, like a shopping list of dos and don’ts.”
    Conner grimaced and Ronnie chuckled. They looked at each other, neither offended or upset by the critique, and both open to what he was saying. Perfect.
    He let out a short whistle and everyone in the