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Once I get her on my examination table, I’ll find that she’s just another submissive, one like the many

I’ve played with. Once she no longer holds that new allure for me, then I’ll just go on the hunt for the

next new thing.

Then everything can go back to normal.

CHAPTER 3

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EXCITEMENT THRUMS THROUGH MY BODY AS I SET UP MY TABLE IN THE AFTERCARE ROOM. IF ONLY IT

was Tuesday and not Saturday, then I’d have a moment to breathe. On Tuesdays the club has classes,

and it’s usually my favorite day to work because I get to see a lot of my Black Light regulars. That and

I don’t work at my other job that day, so I have a lot more in me to give. Saturdays, for all their hectic

and frenetic energy, are just as fun and exciting, even though they’re a lot more draining.

The positive energy bleeds into everything else, though, infusing it with a palpable vibration that

helps reenergize me when I come in after a full massage schedule at my other job. That, and at least

one energy drink, is enough to get me going until I collapse later when I get home. Besides, after

doing sixty and ninety-minute massages for my other job, the quick thirty-minute sessions here aren’t

bad at all. They practically fly by.

As much as I wish I could just work here at Black Light, it’s not feasible. Bills have to be paid,

and I need time to play at the club, too. Still, it hurts that I can’t dedicate as much time as I would like

to the Dominants and submissives, seeing to the needs that are clearly there. They’re grateful for what

little time I give them, but in my gut, I know it’s not enough.

I shove those thoughts out of my head, forcing my gaze away from the uneven gaits and stiff

movements of those passing by to concentrate on the people I’m seeing tonight. Looking down the list,

I smile as I see a lot of familiar names, but a few are unfamiliar as well.

The first one on the docket is someone I don’t recognize — Master Aiden.

I memorize the name as I get ready. My table and workspace aren’t going to set themselves up, so

I drag the portable table toward the center of the small space and open it up before flipping it over.

Once I get the bottom sheet on and start to pull up the top sheet, a loud rap on the wooden divider

grabs my attention.

Looking up, I can barely breathe as I stare into the eyes that have haunted me for almost a week.

There he is. The mysterious stranger that captured my attention when I was wound up in Master