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of Angel's girly bits throb to watch them.  The rise and fall of the
flogger had her fantasizing about being in the sub’s place – at least until she
realized that there were a couple of other people watching her watch the scene
and she started to worry that they might realize she was more interested in
being the one receiving the whipping than in being the one wielding the
flogger.  So she decided to approach the men instead, justifying it to herself
by hoping that they could give her some information about the club and BDSM in
general.  
    Their collective appreciative
gaze as she walked towards them made her quiver inside a little, but she knew
that nothing showed on the exterior as she smiled warmly.  
    "It’s not nice to stare,"
she said mock-sternly, as soon as she got within hearing, wanting to see their
reactions.  The blonde one with facial hair that kept watching her smiled
appreciatively at her scolding, the look of approval in his eyes made her want
to melt right down into her boots.  Up this close she could get a hint of his
well-defined muscles under the crisp white button down shirt he was wearing. 
Strange to see a Viking in what she considered a dress shirt.  Strange to see a
Dom at a BDSM club in one too, now that she thought of it.  
    Tall, dark and handsome, and
wearing a black shirt and jeans threw back his head and laughed.  The other
blonde, who had no facial hair, grinned and shook his head almost
apologetically.  Since he was on the other side of the table all she could see
of his outfit was the black leather vest he was wearing, but she assumed that
he had the leather pants to match.  The last one had naturally tanned skin
and was wearing nothing but leather pants to show off his admittedly
spectacular upper body, just arched his eyebrow at her.  The four of them
together looked like a bondage ad for Studs'R'Us.  Eye candy at its finest.
    "May I get you something to
drink, Mistress?"  Now that she'd approached a table, a scantily dressed
young man popped up at her elbow, looking up at her worshipfully. 
Wow.  He was cute, only two inches shorter than her in her boots which
meant that he'd be taller than her if she had been wearing any other shoes. 
Too bad she wasn't actually looking for a sub or she'd try to pick him up.
    "No thank you," she
said.  It didn't seem polite to assume that she could join their table.
Looking disappointed he walked away.
    "No thank you?" asked
the gorgeous blonde pirate-y man.  He was studying her like she was some
kind of insect pinned to a board.  The scrutiny made her uncomfortable,
especially because those bright blue eyes looked like they could see deep
inside of her, sorting through her secrets.  Approaching these men had
definitely been a mistake, but she’d been drawn like a moth to the flame.  Even
though tall, dark and handsome was her usual type she found herself feeling
more interested in the blonde.  Maybe it was just the way he seemed interested
in her.  Not in a sexual way, just curious, as if she’d done something wrong or
unexpected.
    "Didn't your mother teach
you manners?" she asked back dryly.  Oops.  Apparently Dommes
don't say thank you?  
    "Must have had a strict
mother," observed the tall dark and handsome one.  
    "I take after her,"
quipped Angel with a wink, making them laugh.  Okay, time for introductions.  They
weren't taking the lead so she would.  That's what a Domme would do, right?  "I'm
Angela."  She left off the 'Mistress.'  None of these men would ever
use the honorific for her, just as she wouldn’t use any for them.  
    "Chris," said tall,
dark and handsome.  "Nice to meet you."  He winked at her. 
There was nothing seriously flirtatious in his face, he was just naturally
overly friendly.  
    "Andrew," said the
darker skinned one, reaching out to shake her hand.  Angel smiled and
responded with her most professional handshake.  The one that she used whenever
she was making a sales pitch or