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some clothing, and inside in front of an audience was a different thing. People came to see Colby, but they’d be looking at her. She had a few extra pounds she wasn’t happy with. Ginger would have been a better choice. Had Colby picked her because he’d detected her inexperience somehow? She’d had lovers who’d bit or scratched. By comparison, the whip seemed cold, distant, and impersonal. Even a cane or a flogger allowed the top to be close enough to touch the bottom, but the single tail forced the wielder far away from his target. The presence of the long whip in his hand made her nervous.
    Why had Remy put her hand up? She glared over at him. He grinned back at her. She decided to ignore him.
    She folded the top neatly and placed it in a chair. There were plenty of people wearing less than she was. She took a deep breath and unstrapped her bra as well. I will not be ashamed. But she crossed her arms over her chest nonetheless. Naked when other people are naked is different from standing in the middle of the room and being the center of attention. She looked around. There were women wearing nothing, and at least one guy naked too. She decided to focus on them and ignore the rest of the audience. Colby kept talking. He had a nice, smooth voice, and even though she wasn’t really focused on what he was saying, it was relaxing to listen to him.
    He put the single tail on a small table that shared the stage with them and picked up a flogger from his toy bag. Sophia leaned to the side to get a better view. There were floggers, she could tell, of various colors, and canes and a black riding crop. Maybe other stuff too, but she could see all that clearly.
    “Most bottoms,” said Colby, “can take more pain if you give them a warm-up. And yeah, I know that most of you know this already. The point is Sophia isn’t an expert up here, and she needs some extra help. So I’m going to warm her back up while I talk about some heavier techniques.” He gave her a swat on her bottom and pointed to a wooden post near the center of the stage. “Go hug that, Sophia, like it’s your best friend. Something to hold on to will help.”
    The swat stung but didn’t really hurt. Maybe I should make Remy hold me, thought Sophia. But she was pissed at him, so no. She went over and wrapped her arms around the pole, feeling silly.
    Colby started talking about the technique of swinging a flogger, and Sophia zoned out. She had no intention of ever swinging anything at anyone. She closed her eyes and relaxed against the pole. Behind her, she could hear the swish of the flogger going through the air. Then she could feel the wind it created. It was getting closer. She snapped out of her reverie and tensed.
    “No,” said Colby. “Rule number one: don’t tense up.”
    She looked back. “Are you going to hit me with it?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then of course I’m tense!”
    She heard a gasp from someone in the audience. Maybe one didn’t talk back to Colby Brock that way, but she’d never held her tongue for anybody. Still, she didn’t want to anger someone with a whip in his hand. Or a flogger. Whatever.
    His lips slowly curled into a smiled. “Perfect,” he said. He glanced back to the audience. “She’s right, isn’t she? That’s a perfectly natural reaction. The problem is it’s a natural reaction that doesn’t help, because tense muscles hurt more when they get hit. Soft muscles squish and absorb. As does padding, which is why I like playing with a girl with a little meat on her.”
    Oh, so that’s why he didn’t choose Ginger. Thanks a lot.
    “So, Sophia, since tensing is indeed natural, I’m going to ask you to do something else natural. Breathe.”
    “I think I’m breathing,” she said. Now that was smart-alecky, pure and simple. She had an idea what he meant. She’d taken enough meditation classes and done enough yoga. He meant breathe intentionally. Think about it.
    “Breathe in,” he said. She did. “Breathe out.