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the
aggressive way she looked around the room.  Moodily he took a swig of his beer.  
    "What, you don't want to try
out being a switch?" Andrew asked, nudging his friend in the ribs.  The
other three men laughed as Adam continued to study the woman.  Not once in his
entire life had he ever been attracted to a Domme, no matter how physically
attractive they were, but this woman had his completely attention and his groin
was already stirring just from looking at her.  Why?
    He watched her look around,
observed the slight distaste on her face as she took in the decor before she
covered it up.  Something about her was slightly off, although he couldn't
quite figure it out.   When her eyes swept around the room, examining the
people, he was still looking at her.  The minute their eyes met she had
some kind of reaction, but he was too far away to see it clearly.  The nod she
gave him was careful, entirely appropriate, but something about her body
language was off.  As if she was unsure of herself.  A new Domme maybe?  Inexperienced?
 He smiled at her, hoping to set her at ease.  She smiled back when she met his
eyes before looking away again to continue her examination of the room.
    "What's up?"  Chris
asked, leaning over to see where Adam was looking.  "Why are you
looking at the Domme?"
    "I'm not sure," Adam
confessed, taking a sip of his own beer to cover his frown.  "There's
just something about her..."
    "Think she's a switch?"
    Hm.  "Maybe.  Maybe just
very new."

Now all of his friends were looking at her again, watching her as she studied
the small room.  Chained wasn't even a third as big as Stronghold, but
then again Stronghold hadn't started out very big either.  It had expanded and
renovated as it became more popular and successful.  The woman that they
were all watching seemed to feel her eyes on them.  Turning her head she stared
right back at them.  Some men might have looked away or pretended they
weren't looking at all.  Not this group.  She looked a little
startled at first and she was the first one to look away.   
    "We won," said Chris,
laughing.   
    Adam was still watching the
woman, when she looked back there was a small, rueful smile on her pouty lips
and she started walking towards them.  The rolling gait that her high boots required
made her hips move in a way that was both sensuous and graceful.  A lot of
women would have trouble walking in heels that high, he'd seen them on the
sidewalk shuffling along looking like they were walking on stilts.  Despite the
height of her heels, this woman walked with a slight swaying motion that made
his already hardening cock stand straight up.  
    As soon as they realized she was
heading towards them the men all started watching her again, not just Adam,
appreciating the beauty of her movements.
    ******
    Angel felt completely out of her
element.  The club itself wasn't as intimidating as she’d expected, but
the four men in front of her were definitely were.  Which, perversely had drawn
her to them, even though she was supposed to be a Domme tonight, not a sub.  Besides,
as a Domme she shouldn't be scared, right?  So when they'd all stared her down,
going for a power play, she'd stared back for as long as she could stand it.  Eventually
she'd had to look away, sure that they could see her heart pounding in her
chest.  When she'd turned back the handsome blonde one was still been
watching her.  She felt drawn to them.  Him.  Initially she'd
wondered why there weren't subs flocking to their table, but after a quick look
around she'd noticed that there didn't seem to be many singles other than the
men at the table.  Most people were there as part of a couple.
    She envied those couples.  Especially
the woman tied to the St. Andrew's Cross who was being very lightly flogged,
warming her up for a more strenuous workout.  Her Dom was completely
focused on her, murmuring encouragement as he turned her skin a light pink.  It
made all