“I think we’re going to have a good time tonight,” he said. That was all they needed to know for now, and actually, he had no idea how tonight might go, only that it was completely in his control. He was, after all, Zeus.

They took his words as a cue to speak and introduced themselves as Katherine and Renata. “Can I take your coat?” Katherine asked, and somehow managed to make it sound seductive. “Get you something to drink? What would you like? We have it all.”

“No, thank you. I’m fine for now.” He was polite, but definitely reserved, even strange. For one thing, he never touched anything outside the bedroom. His people knew as much and would work accordingly.

“Let’s go on in,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful girls I’ve seen here, by the way. I don’t know which of you is prettier.”

Everything in the bedroom was laid out as it should be. The windows were curtained; there was a bottle of Grey Goose vodka, a new box of latex gloves on the dresser, and nothing else—no knickknacks, no carpets, no bedding except for a fitted rubber sheet covering the mattress.

“This is interesting.” Katherine sat down and ran her hand over it. “Decor by Rubbermaid.”

Zeus made no comment.

He had the two girls undress first, then took off his own clothes, except the mask, folding everything onto the dresser so he could leave the club just as neat and pressed as when he’d arrived.

Finally, he opened his briefcase.

“I’m going to tie you girls up,” he said. “Nothing too scary. They told you about this, correct? Good. Have either of you been handcuffed before?”

The shy one, Renata, shook her head no. The other, Katherine, put a come-fuck-me look into her eyes and nodded. “Once or twice,” she said. “And you know what? I still haven’t learned to be a good girl.”

“Don’t do that, Katherine,” he told her. She looked at him as if she didn’t know what he was talking about. “Don’t ever playact for me. Please. Just be yourself. I can tell the difference.”

Before there could be any more nonsense, he tossed a pair of cuffs onto the bed. “Put those on, please. What I’d like—I want you to share them. One cuff for each of you.”

While the girls clipped the cuffs on, he slipped his hands into a pair of gloves and took out the rest of his gear: two more pairs of cuffs, a new skein of hardware store rope, two red rubber ball gags with black leather straps.

“Just lie back now,” he said, and went over to Renata first. He could see something interesting now, mounting concern in her eyes, the beginning of fear.

“Give me your free hand,” he said. Then he cuffed her wrist to the bedpost. “Thank you, Renata. You’re very sweet. I like compliant women. It’s my vice.”

As he walked around to the other side, Katherine arched her back a little and widened her eyes, more vacant than scared.