But it made her look fierce, and on a night like tonight, she was willing to pay the price for beauty.It was Game Night.More importantly, tonight, she was going to play, instead of watching by the sidelines.Jan smoothed her hands down her latex-covered thighs, relishing the sensation of her palms gliding over the steel gray material. Sin.This was one special dress, purchased specifically for this special night. Atsuko Kudo. Couture. Finely crafted, and so chic that even she couldn’t feel like a plain-Jane wearing it.After one final makeup check in the mirror, Jan, the invisible-secretary-turned-fetish-princess slipped her feet into the fierce black six-inch spike-healed pumps she’d bought last week and practiced her walk across her living room floor. She was nervous as hell, but ready. Plucked, groomed, shaved.Tonight she would be playing Triple Stud, a game that was nothing like the card game. At Bastet’s Game Night, Triple Stud was played by a whole different set of rules.Her hands trembled, heart raced, as anticipation charged through her body the entire drive to the party.
