“Don’t get all prudish on me. You aren’t my first lady who loves the ladies I’ve had in here. Some of the sisterhood can take an arm up to the elbow. I know this from personal experience.”

“You’re bi?” Chris sounded dubious.

“I don’t like the term bisexual. Too limiting. Let’s just say the Hard Rock Café and I have one thing in common. We love all and serve all.”

“Nice.”

“But to answer your question, yes. I sleep with men and women. Was in a fairly long-term relationship with a woman a few years ago. We broke up.”

“What happened?”

“She decided to stay a nun. I have got to stop dating people in religious orders.”

Chris laughed again and The Mistress let her laugh even though she hadn’t been joking. Instead, she silenced Chris’s laughter by pressing the fingertip vibrator to her clitoris. Chris gasped a little and balled her fingers tight into a fist.

“Oh, wow...”

“Fun, right?”

“Kind of fun. Definitely.”

“Good. When you start to feel pain, just focus your attention on your clitoris and all the fun in that area, okay?”

“Okay...” Chris nodded and closed her eyes.

“So,” The Mistress began as she pushed down on the back of Chris’s vagina again, pressing against the hymen, “are you doing this for your ex-girlfriend or for you?”

“I’m doing this for me. I’ve wanted to do it a long time. I had a girlfriend before Theresa, but she didn’t complain about being me not wanting any penetration. But she was kind of selfish. Very selfish in bed and out. It wasn’t until Theresa that I started to think about it. She was okay with our sex life at first but it really hurt her that I wouldn’t let her inside me. Hurt her enough that she dumped me. The breakup was the final straw. That and Kingsley catching me sobbing in my rum and Coke after closing bell three nights ago.”

“Kingsley cannot resist a woman in distress. Especially his New Sam.”

“Okay, you have to tell me who the fuck this Sam person is and why everyone talks about her like she’s some kind of dearly departed saint.”

The Mistress laughed so hard it seemed to startle Chris. Somewhere Sam’s ears were burning at the combination of her name and “saint” in the same sentence.

“Sam was the first head bartender at the Möbius. The old owner had the brilliant idea that he needed lesbian bartenders. Straight male bartenders would hit on the strippers. Gay male bartenders would hit on the customers. Girly women bartenders would get hit on by the customers....”

“So a butchy-looking lesbian was his bright idea?”

“Exactly,” The Mistress said as she slowly pulled her two fingers out of Chris.

“That’s actually pretty brilliant.”

“It was. Some of the strippers hit on Sam, but Sam had a girlfriend she was totally devoted to. Made for a nice, safe working environment. As nice and safe as you can expect from a strip club. Sam kept everybody in line.”