She had recognized Tommy first, it had taken her a few minutes longer to realize Kim was indeed Kimberly Collins. They’d teased her about her reaction and assured her they weren’t offended by her surprise. Tommy had wrapped his arm around her shoulders and given her a friendly squeeze, “Girlfriend, everybody at The Knight’s Club is somebody in this city. You’re going to meet a lot of people, you will stop being wowed soon enough.” “He’s right, and even though I know you’ve probably already been warned, I’ll remind you, that what you see and hear at the club never leaves the premises.” Cressi wasn’t insulted by the woman’s vehemence, if anything she was reassured the two subs intended to make sure she’d been given information they knew she needed. Knowing she had someone other than her Doms to ask about things was oddly reassuring. “Well, it is okay to talk if we’re at a private play party, but nowhere else is safe. Listening devices are everywhere, and no one wants their sex life splattered across the front page of some tabloid’s website.”
