Playing the Master
EXCERPT
As she trailed Eloisa’s path between the full tables, they were stopped constantly. Patrons greeted Eloisa with outstretched hands and affectionate kisses. She put them off with promises to say a proper hello later.
As much as Ann tried to be invisible, however, she wasn’t. Men and women alike took an eyeful of her naked legs, her prickling breasts and her loose flowing hair.
This was her punishment for hiding in a closet, she supposed. Enduring a high degree of exposure.
“New trainee?” she heard someone ask in a subtle undertone and recalled Eloisa’s phrase about Tsitsi. Training as a submissive. Her stomach knotted with anxious incomprehension. She had to start asking more questions.
“Something like that,” was Eloisa’s reply, and she continued them toward a flight of stairs that led to an upper level. “I’ll come back. We’re meeting a friend.”
A friend? Ann glanced up to the balcony and the sharp stare of her fiancé fell onto her like a golden lasso that looped and tightened in one swift flick.