Kath nodded and gratefully slipped out of the leather jacket. It was warm in the hallway. She followed Mandy’s directions to the small room further down the hall and stowed her coat. When she turned back, Mandy blinked rapidly and glanced away. Wondering what that was about, she cleared her throat slightly before speaking.

“So, through that door, then?” She pointed to the only other door in the hallway.

“Yes, sorry. That’s right. Do you need me to give you a rundown on the facilities first?”

Kath shook her head. “I’m okay, thanks.” She knew all she needed to know from her research; all she wanted now was to get in there. She straightened her shirt a little, hitched up the leather trousers, and then took a deep breath before heading along the shadowy corridor.

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Mandy fanned her face after the butch walked away from her. Jesus, talk about pheromones. She heard a giggle and looked over her shoulder. Dee, her assistant, smirked at her. Mandy gave her the finger.

The club had been open for about nine months now, and Mandy had seen plenty of women of all shapes, sizes, colour, and looks come through that door. She was proud to give them this space to enjoy—a place to let themselves go, let themselves find something, whatever that might be. She hadn’t ever factored in her own needs, even though the idea of the club was based almost entirely on her memories of those needs. But occasionally, like tonight, a woman would walk through that door who made Mandy’s pulse race and her clit throb. And that woman, although nothing amazing to look at, had the kind of…charisma that worked for Mandy in all the right ways.

Maybe it was the leather trousers—she’d always had a thing for leather. Especially when they fit someone as well as that. She tore her gaze away from the woman’s broad ass as the doorbell rang behind her.

Back to work, you silly bitch, she chuckled to herself.

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