“Susan is training me,” Jenny said quietly and with as much dignity as she could afford.

“For what? The Westchester Dog Show?” Alice’s voice raised a notch.
“Has everyone lost their bloody minds? What does Marina have to say
about this?”

“Alice,” Susan interrupted before Jenny could answer, stood up and
walked around the desk, sitting on the corner nearest the intrepid
reporter, who was feeling less and less intrepid the longer she was in
Susan’s presence. “How long have you been working on this story?”

“Uh, a week. What does that have to do with.” Susan soothed her with her voice, and her solid gaze.

“And you’ve been to several BDSM clubs. I am correct in assuming?” Susan asked gently.

“Right. And your point is?” Alice asked, her dark gaze meeting Susan’s and immediately regretting it.

“Haven’t you learned anything in those visits?” Susan asked, easing her way right into Alice’s psyche.

Alice looked away, not wanting to fall into those blue indigo-rimmed
eyes again. “Sure, I’ve learned that these clubs are for people who
like a little ***** with their pain.”

“Then you’ve learned nothing,” Susan said softly, peering right into
Alice as she stopped, serious now about this article, about learning.

“What do you mean?” Alice almost stammered, wondering how she’d gotten
it all wrong. She’d seen it all with her own eyes, this woman was nuts.

“We deal in fantasy here, Alice. You know about fantasy, don’t you? I’m
sure you must have one or two.” Susan stated, seeing Alice’s skin
growing hot at the thought of a fantasy. Her mind playing it out in
fast motion in her mind’s eye.

“Well, yeah,” Alice brushed her fingers through her hair, “but they don’t involve getting beaten half to death.”

“And where did you see that happening?” Susan asked, sweeping her hand
to Jenny who looked quite content with herself, Alice not knowing there
was a vibrating egg resting gently against her g-spot, vibrating and
teasing the young woman until Susan saw fit to cease the sensual
torture.

“Well,” Alice hesitated, “nowhere, exactly. But I saw a lot of people
tied up, cuffed up, being spanked, paddled and whipped.” Susan blinked,
wondering how one so learned, could be so innocent.

“And you assume that pain is the purpose?” Susan was asking the
questions, and Alice was the one being interviewed, learning as they
spoke candidly.