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that skirt would be raised and your bottom blazing by now.”
    Lexie looked on as her friends playfully teased one another.  She was delighted that after being estranged for years, they had found each other again.  Lexie was also green with envy over the love her friends shared.  They were nearly inseparable.  Dex, being extremely protective of his tiny fiancée, rarely let her out of his sight.  That she had been abused and traumatized by the man she had thought was her brother and kidnapped by his cohorts made his possessiveness justifiable. 
    At twenty-eight, Lexie had been on scores of disastrous dates and already had one failed marriage under her belt.  She was disillusioned with love and doubted that there was a soul mate out there for her anywhere.  Sadly, for Lexie, starry-eyed, passionate romance didn’t exist outside of the pages of a novel.  Unlike Dex and Elena, love didn’t seem to be in her future.
    Lexie felt eyes upon her and turned to find Dex and Elena both staring at her, each with smiles on their faces.  She could feel the sweep of their gazes as they tracked down her front, stopping at her shoes before returning to her face.  Elena giggled.
    “What?” 
    Looking down at her yellow halter dress, she checked to make sure nothing was hanging out or bulging and that she didn’t have a big glob of toothpaste anywhere.  Her dress came to mid-thigh and the hem was where it was supposed to be, both in front and back.  The deep neckline of her top still covered her large breasts thanks to the double stick tape—a handy trick she’d learned during her short stint of modeling as a teenager.  Finding everything in order, she raised her eyes in question.  “Is something wrong?”
    “Didn’t you tell her it was LBD night, Chiquita?
    “I thought I did.”  Elena frowned, trying to remember.
    “What’s LBD stand for?”  Lexie’s mind flew through her BDSM vocabulary searching for an answer for the acronym.  When they just smiled at her in amusement, she made her best guess.  “Lesbian Bondage and Discipline?”
    Laughing, they both shook their heads, and Lexie frowned.  Her eyes fell to Elena’s slave collar and she guessed again.  “Leash your Bitch Day? 
    They found that hilarious, and Elena fell into Dex as they roared with laughter.
    “Lash your Booty Down?  Lick Big Di—uh, no, surely not—I know, Black Lightning Discipline?  No, that would be BLD.  Oh, please, tell me.”
    Both Dex and Elena had sobered, staring at her in horror after her last guess.
    Dex asked sternly, “How do you know about Black Lightning, Lexie?  I thought you were a newbie.”
    “I am, but I’m not completely ignorant.”  She wasn’t about to admit that her research included a thorough investigation of all things related to bondage and discipline. Black Lightning, she had learned, was a nickname for a wicked black fiberglass cane often used for extreme discipline and pain play. 
    “Sir, Lex.” 
    When Lexie looked at her in question, Elena elaborated, “You need to address Dex and all the other Doms as Sir or Master.  Since you’re in The Club now, you’ve got to follow the rules.”
    “I’m sorry.  I forgot.  Please forgive me, Sir Dex.”  Lexie felt strange speaking those words, but oddly satisfied, too.  What did that mean?
    “It’s Sir or Master Dex, my dear.  Sir Dex sounds like we’re hosting a Renaissance fair.”  He winked at her and Elena giggled again.  Elena had told her that The Club was like an adult playground.  Although scenes were often very real, the costumes, titles and protocols were used to set the mood and added to all the sexy fun and games.  She did say there were some couples who were heavy into the lifestyle and very intense, but for the most part, The Club was an escape and a chance to play. 
    She knew Dex outside The Club; he was always friendly and kind to her as Elena’s friend, but also seemed imposing. After that wink, she was thinking