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The basement of the club was a warren of dark, narrow hallways lined with doors behind which, who knew what was happening. Unfortunately the throbbing beat from the dance floor above wasn’t enough to drown out some of the sounds filtering through the odd door, so I had a pretty good idea of what was going on behind at least some of them.
A door abruptly opened as we were walking past and I caught a glimpse inside, confirming my suspicions. We were in an S&M sex club. A few steps later, another door opened and a tall, blonde vampire wearing 5-inch, lace up platform ankle boots stepped out into the hall. She pulled a gauzy robe on over her black, patent leather corset.
“Now you be a very good boy Murray and wait there for me.” She tapped the end of a riding crop against her black leather glove. “You know what happens when you are naughty.” She turned and saw me, raising an appraising eyebrow. “Come to play, Kitten?” she purred, reaching out with the end of the riding crop to stroke my cheek.
I flinched away, not wanting it to touch me and she laughed. I turned and looked her in the eye and it was her turn to flinch. “Not unless you want me to snap that thing in half and stake you through the heart with it, Sweetheart.” I smiled sweetly and her eyes widened in surprise. Her face twisted into a snarl and she took a step towards me.
Stefan put a hand against her chest, giving her a little push backwards. “Not now Simeen, this one’s not for you.”
Simeen threw me a contemptuous look and then turned with a flourish. Her robe billowed behind her like a cape as she stalked off down the hall. The cheeks of her bare ass jiggled as she walked. It kind of ruined the whole effect.
–Dead and Kicking by Lisa Emme