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could sit.  A black-clad young waiter appeared and placed a drink in front of her.
    "What is this?" April asked, eyeing the blood-red concoction in the martini glass.
    "A Vampire's Kiss," Victor replied.  Alice looked at him and flushed.  Was he kidding?  He didn't appear to be.  But it looked intriguing, so she sipped it carefully.
    The drink was sweet and slid down her throat easily—perhaps too easily.  Before she knew it, the glass was empty, but another quickly took its place. Alice rarely had more than one drink when she went out, but this one didn't taste strongly of alcohol, so she didn't see the harm in indulging.  As she sipped her beverage, she watched Victor carefully as he greeted various arrivals.  He was wearing all black now—leather pants and a long-sleeved black shirt.  She noticed that he didn't kiss any of the people he was greeting as he had done with her.  Soon he was again standing beside her.
    "Mr. Priest," she started.
    "Victor," he corrected her.  The club was still a little quiet.
    "When does the action really start around here, Victor?"
    "Very soon, my dear.  Where is Miss Templeton?  I thought she'd be accompanying you this evening."
    "She's in L.A. for Pride and couldn't make it."
    "Ahhhh," he said, nodding.  "It was very brave of you to come alone."
    It seemed an odd thing to say, but Alice didn't have a chance to get him to elaborate.  Just as she was about to ask Victor Priest to explain himself, a muscular man in a brown leather vest walked over.
    "Master V, you are needed upstairs."
    Master V , Alice wondered.
    Alice turned to observe the crowd, realizing as she did that the drinks she'd consumed had been deceptively strong.  She was beginning to feel languid as her eyes scanned the crowd.  There was a curious assortment of people—gay couples, straight couples, and a large group of young women chatting and giggling in a corner.  Alice figured it was probably a bachelorette party. She was surprised at how low-key and reserved the crowd was.  Perhaps her expectations of a club like The Beaten Path had been all wrong.
    A disembodied voice got her attention as the lights in the room dimmed and a red light flooded the stage.  The tallest drag queen Alice had ever seen sashayed onto the stage as the announcer introduced her as the evening's MC, Bellissima.  Alice smiled, recognizing the performer as the young man she'd seen walking towards the performers' entrance.
    Bella greeted everyone, promising a very entertaining show.  She made a few jokes about some crazy happenings that had been in the news recently and the police department's handling of each incident.  She chuckled appreciatively.
    Bella introduced the first act of the evening--a woman twirling a fiery baton.  Alice watched, mesmerized, as the beautiful young woman brought the flaming ends of the baton dangerously close to her body.
    The next act was a bit more scintillating. A tall, muscular woman in full dominatrix dress walked out, leading a slight, beautiful young man by a leash attached to a collar around his neck.  Aside from the collar, his only other clothing was a pair of black Speedos.
    After parading the young man around stage, the dominatrix led him to a wooden St. Andrew's cross, where he stood obediently as she bound him.  The crowd began to cheer as the woman made a show of seductively edging the Speedos down the to the middle of the young man's muscular thighs.  Alice looked away, flushed, and then made herself resume watching.  The dominatrix had lifted a flogger from the belt on her waist. Its braided leather handle ended in about twenty leather strands, which she now used to lightly whip the slave boy.  Alice could not tear her eyes away, and sat transfixed by both the sight of the lad's taut, reddening bottom and his moans, which sounded more pleasured than pained.
    After a few minutes of being whipped, the slave boy was released.  He bent to kiss his mistresses' shoes before hobbling