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know?”
    “Know?”
    “It’s a bondage Dom club.”
    “Bondage? Y ou mean like tying you up and spanking?”
    “Well , among other things. Turn here; we can park in the back and go in the employee entrance, it’s faster.”
    “How often do you come here?”
    “Just pull in here. Yeah, great, see there’s a spot right there. No, there next to the dumpster.”
    “I don’t want to park next to the dumpster.”
    “Oh yeah right, I forgot you wouldn’t want to ruin that special flat black spray paint on this side of your car. Classy, Dev, really classy. Now pull in, we’re late and Biker isn’t going to hold that table forever.”
    The noise assaulted m e about three feet from the back door. I thought someone might be screaming. “What the hell is that?”
    “Don’t be silly that just sets the mood,” Heidi said and pushed open the door marked “Employees Only”.
     
    Chapter Five
    We entered a dark hallway and walked down toward a light hanging above a jail cell door. A big guy with a shaved head wearing a prison guard uniform and combat boots sat on a stool just in front of the door. He had a woven, black leather belt strapped around his waist with a night stick and a pair of hand cuffs. Strobe lights were flashing from inside the place.
    “Hey , Heidi, how’s it going, Nasty Cat,” he said.
    Heidi smiled and half turned to point her rear at the guy exposing a bit more than the back of her upper thigh in the process. She squealed as he spanked her somewhat forcefully. Then he looked over at me. “I’ll need to see your ID, sir. We check everyone.”
    I pulled out my wallet and flipped it open to my driver’s license.
    “Could y ou remove your license, please?”
    I was going to say something , but thought better of it and just pulled my license out. I was already getting a headache from the strobe lights, and we weren’t even officially in the place. He looked up at me, back down to my photo, back up at me and studied my face. Eventually he handed my license back to me and then opened the jail cell door that led into the Tutti Frutti Club. “I guess you’re okay. Ten dollars cover.”
    I hate cover charges. I don’t like to pay money so I can then pay for a drink. I pulled out a five, counted another five ones, and handed it to him.
    “That’s apiece, twenty total,” he said dead pan. He wasn’t joking.
    “He’s a virgin,” Heidi yelled by way of explanation. As we stepped into the club there was a pulsating base beat coming from the sound system in the cavernous room. The beat assaulted my body with vibrations; boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom.
    “I don’t think I’m g oing to like this joint,” I yelled to Heidi. But she was already making her way toward the front of the room and some sort of stage. I stood there watching her weave her way through a crowd of turning heads up toward an area with a half dozen tables slightly elevated and surrounded by what looked like sand bags and concertina wire. I definitely wasn’t going to like this place.
    By the time I caught up to her, Heidi was talking to a large, furry-looking guy. Biker. I knew it was him, not from the hairy bare chest, not from the black leather gang vest emblazoned, “Bad Boys,” nor from his black leather motorcycle chaps. No, it was his name that gave him away. “Biker”, was tattooed across the top of his chest, which I guess complemented the rest of his artwork. He had some sort of crucifixion scene covering his entire right arm and gold fish or trout covering the entire left arm. I thought it might have been a holdover from the days when Catholics were supposed to just eat fish on Friday, but kept that thought to myself.
    He had just finished giving Heidi the gratuitous spanking , which apparently served as a greeting in this place, when I caught up. She was leaning against a hand-painted sign that read “Fire Base”, standing on one of the three steps leading up to the tables surrounded by concertina wire. She