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The sleek glide of vinyl over hairless flesh brought a smile to Pru’s lips. God, it felt good to dress the way she wanted. After ten years in training with the Relic Group, putting on a potato sack would feel good, as long as she chose it.
Pru pulled the zipper of her thigh high boot up before stomping both shoes against the floor and tugging at their tops. Legs properly ensconced, she turned around to look at herself in the mirror.
“Very nice.”
With one last glance, Pru left her apartment, slapping her palm against the identpad to lock the door. As she made her way to the parking garage, she couldn’t help but smile again. She worked at the hottest BDSM club in the country, Ovelia. Situated on the outskirts of downtown Atlanta, the club drew customers not just from the city, or the state, but also from all over the world.
Her work at Ovelia paid very well, and as she approached her prize possession, she couldn’t help but purr with satisfaction. The hovercycle was unbelievably expensive, but worth every dime.
She slid her body onto the low-slung vehicle, starting the antigrav field and lifting off in the same smooth motion. The ride to her job took less than ten minutes, but it was ten minutes spent in complete joy. She pulled into the parking garage and powered down the cycle. With one last look, she made her way to the employee entrance.
Pru waved to Bertie, the lupercan bouncer, on her way in. He was wolfed-out, nothing odd about that, but the bright pink collar was new.
“Nice accessory, Bertie.” She smiled when he preened at her comment.
“Thanks, Pru. I wanted to try something different.”
“It looks good. What’s George think?”
The heavily muscled, hair-covered lupercan crossed his arms. “He likes me in pink.”
Pru laughed as she made her way through the steadily filling club toward her personal room. She knew Bertie liked pink too. She entered her well-appointed room, sighing contentedly at the clean, simple lines of the space. Antonio decorated with panache, careful to balance ambiance with functionality.
A simple queen-sized bed stood alone on the back wall. There was a small sitting area in front of a replica of a medieval rack. Pru didn’t use the device very often, but she found the simplicity of the torturous contraption appealing. The wall nearest the door held chains, the full complement of her whip collection, as well as miscellaneous paraphernalia she used to ply her trade.
She trailed her fingers over the whips, the supple leather cool and smooth beneath her hand. Her blood warmed as she thought about the night to come. Antonio no doubt had her booked. If this were any other job, she might have been grumbling. Instead, her clit swelled between her legs and her breasts grew heavy.
She turned to the bed, mussing the covers a bit for effect. It was time for her to check in with Antonio and get her schedule for the night. Before she left the room, she opened up the camouflaged safe and put away her things. She shifted a pair of furred cuffs out of the way to make room for her handbag and a thought tickled her senses.
“Another set of manacles might come in handy.” With a wicked grin, she shut the safe. A small control pad rested on her lingerie dresser. With a little giggle, she punched a few numbers on the remote. The wall panel between her whips and one set of chains recessed and rotated before sliding back into place with another set of cuffs and chains anchored to it.
She dropped the controller on the bed and headed out into the club. Time to go to work.
