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Writerchick: Confidentiality agreements.
Godfrey: Yes, exactly. The best clubs will make you sign one. Sometimes they don’t, but it’s considered a gentlemen’s agreement. No one ever mentions what they see. Kind of like what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Kitten: Everybody knows what I’m into. It’s no secret. In fact, you want to know why I asked to be called Jane? It’s actually my name.
Kinkyboots: If you want Jane, I’ll take Susan.
Kitten: Oh no worries. I probably should be a little more discreet.
Writerchick: What do you do for a living, Kitten?
Kitten: I’m between jobs at the moment. I was a cocktail waitress at a bar uptown, but I got laid off when the bar changed owners.
Writerchick: Thank you all for your candor. I’m going to get a little more personal on you, so if you’re not comfortable answering the questions, just let me know. No pressure. What kind of activities do you do with your partners?
Kinkyboots: It’s probably no surprise that my favorite thing to do is spanking. And by spanking I mean getting spanked. But I also like being handcuffed to a pole, being taken from behind. I like being blindfolded. That’s probably my favorite thing next to spanking. It’s amazing, not being able to see what he’s about to do to me.
Yes. I warm all over. I remember the night I first went to the club with Hunter. When he blindfolded me to take me. It was hot. Putting my trust and faith in a person I barely knew.
Perhaps not the best idea I ever had, but once we got there and Claude told me my safety was guaranteed…it actually took some of the excitement out of it. Not that being there with Hunter wasn’t exciting. It was.
It so was.
Godfrey: My wife and I do animal scenes. She likes to be my dog. I have an anal plug with a tail that I use. That’s her favorite thing. My favorite thing is binding her with rope. She likes candle wax, too.
I shudder in front of my computer screen. This isn’t anything new to me, but hearing people talk about enjoying some of these things… It’s kind of a turn-on, even though I never want to be led around like a dog.
Kitten: I like it all. I’m not sure I could say that I have a favorite thing. My favorite thing is submitting and pleasing my Dom. Doing whatever he wants.
Interesting. Kitten is a true submissive.
Writerchick: We’re about done. I have two more questions. Those of you who go to clubs—which I guess is all of you at some point—do you go to clubs here in the city?
Three yeses pop onto the screen.
Writerchick: Have you been to more than one club in the city?
No. Yes. Yes again.
Writerchick: Is there anything you can tell me about the clubs? I’m not asking for names or locations, but for example, do these clubs serve alcohol?
Kinkyboots: I’ve only been to one, and only once. And yes, they served alcohol.
Godfrey: One that I’ve been to does. The two others that I’ve been to don’t have liquor licenses. But you can bring your own liquor, and they have bartenders who will serve it to you.
Kitten: I’ve been to two that serve alcohol, three that don’t.
Wow. Five clubs here in the city? Of course, the city is big.
There may be even more than five clubs.
Writerchick: Thank you, and the last question. How do you practice safe sex?
Kinkyboots: I only play with one person at a time, so I make sure he uses a condom until we’re both comfortable.
Godfrey: Since my partner is my wife, we don’t need to worry about safe sex.
Kitten: Condoms are a requirement! No one gets near me without a raincoat.
Writerchick: Thank you all so much! I’ll be in touch, and I hope we can talk again soon.
Everyone logs off, and I save the chat. Then I copy it onto a document and save that as well. For added safety, I print out a hard copy.
No way am I losing this valuable information.
Very interesting stuff, but not nearly enough for an article.
I need more sources. Hopefully some of the others will respond to my email later.
For now? I need to shower. Hunter will be here to pick me up soon for our dinner date.
A dinner date.
An actual date.
This isn’t easy for Hunter.
My God.
He’s actually taking me to dinner. As himself. As Hunter.
I smile.
This will be fun.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Hunter
I’m uneasy as I sit across from Frankie at The Glass House.
I chose it because she already knows I was here last weekend.
I was dining with my friend, colleague, and former college roommate, Logan Armstrong—another professor at Mellville—who’s been through a tough time. A student falsely accused him of making sexual advances, and he’s been through the wringer.
“You were right,” I tell her. “I was here. And I did order my special martini.”
