Her mind and body felt like it had run a marathon tonight. Between the loud music, the alcohol and the exchanges that had played out on stage she still couldn’t wrap her mind around what she’d seen earlier. The logical part of her brain could rationalize the need for some people to experience pain. She guessed it was a need to release control, but to surrender total control to someone else involved a massive amount of trust and Francesca just wasn’t that trusting. Then to top it all off there was the bombshell club owner, Selene. Sex on a stick. Wow, what she would give to see some of that a little more up close and personal. She had to wonder if Selene was into the kinky stuff, she did own the club, right? Therefore, that must mean she was some type of deviant, too. What else could it mean?“Hey, how was the club?” Francesca’s roommate, Daphne asked. They’d lived together since college. Daphne was a product of the “me” generation, given everything by her parents, and that allowed her to spend her time on whatever social cause she fancied.
