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.A girl with a bleached blonde Mohawk led afellow dancer to the back wall where they im-mediately began kissing and groping one an-other.The black lights illuminated her hair brightly, making it hard for Henderson to tearher eyes away.Remembering Mac, she refocused and madeher way towards the bar, hoping for a betterview of the dance floor.Mac had arrived at theclub minutes before her and yet it was alreadyas if she had been swallowed up by the mass ofdancing women.She had to locate her and heranxiety wouldn't settle until she did.The bar was busy with dozens of leather cladwomen hovering around it, yelling out theirdemands.Henderson knew without lookingthat Blade wasn't there.The girl had called hercrying earlier that morning, upset because Ad-ams had fired her.It was just as well, she knewthe girl didn't belong at the club and workingfor Adams.She had promised her that shewould put in a good word for her at any otherbar and that had seemed to calm her down. She found a place to stand next to the crowdedbar and she began carefully scanning the dancefloor, hoping that Mac hadn't already been es-corted upstairs, or worse, somewhere awayfrom the club.Her eyes tried to search faces,but the task was nearly impossible.She lookedto the back wall and saw the girl with theblonde glowing Mohawk.Her body wassweaty and thrusting in tune with the darkbeat.Her larger frame was in front of her com-panion, her arm disappearing down into theother woman's pants.Suddenly, Henderson felt a piercing cold downthe back of tight fitting t-shirt.Someone frombehind had bumped into her, spilling theirdrink into the black fabric of her t-shirt.Thecold was shocking and it had torn her attentionback away from the Mohawk girl and her handjob.She looked up instead, at the dancingwomen on the raised platforms.Most were dressed in various S&M get ups, dancing,spanking and whipping one another.Her hand rubbed aimlessly at her wet t-shirtand her eyes swept the room and movement onthe V.I.P stairs caught her attention.The tall,dark woman was working her way down,slowly, deliberately.Rob Zombie's Living DeadGirl began thumping into the club, feeding thewomen like blood to a vampire.Adams cameinto better view and many of the women beganto stand still, watching, waiting for the one.Henderson knew what she was wearing, hav-ing seen it countless times before.But neverthe-less, she couldn't help but look.The shiny black pants clung to her legs like asecond skin, allowing for a view of the sinew ofmuscles underneath as they moved with herwalk.She wore her black motorcycle boots,heavy, strong and masculine, promising of thestrength she intended to uphold.Her torso was bare, the tanned skin stretching across her trimwaist, and twitching with the etched abdominalmuscles.Her upper body was scantily clad with a silverchain front vest, fastened to her by black leatherstraps.As she walked the chains moved, allow-ing winks from her dark, puckered nipples.Hermidnight hair was combed back away from herface and a black leather mask fit snug aroundher piercing eyes, making her sculpted cheekbones more elaborate.Henderson focused onthe leather lace up guards that she wore on herforearms.The outfit was as powerful as it wassexy.Demanding attention while it demandedsubmissiveness.Henderson swallowed hard, unable to tear hereyes away.What was worse was that she knewthat in the privacy of Adams lair, the tightpants would be removed, revealing the realdominatrix outfit. And the real dominatrix was what all of thesewomen wanted and wished for.Henderson hadhad her, had experienced the powerful sex withtheir pseudo goddess and she had to admit thatif any of the women knew how good the sexreally was, they would kill themselves trying toget to her.As it was, they were all clamoring to the bottomof the stairs, hoping for a mere glance theirway, a smile, or the rare opportunity to actuallybe chosen for the evening.Adams reached the bottom of the stairs andwalked with graceful confidence through theparting crowd.A few of the women shoutedher name, desperate for her attention.Somewalked in her path, causing her to grin slylyand grab their leashes, pulling them to her abreath away from her mouth and then releasingthem with a shove back into the crowd.As sheteased the women, yanking them in, themshoving them back, Henderson's eye caught the swinging of the red suede tassels on the floggerAdams had fastened to the belt of her pants.Heated blood rushed to her face and to herloins as the sight of the flogger brought backflashes of some of their more intense sexual in-teractions.Memories of being lightly restrainedon her back on the bed came flooding back toher along with the whip of the tassels againsther bare breasts as Adams straddled her.Shebraced herself against the person next to herand tried to regain the strength in her legs asshe shook the images from her mind.She regained her focus on Adams and watchedas she continued through the crowd until shecame upon a lone blonde standing in the centerof the still dance floor.Henderson gulped as her eyes focused in rec-ognition of Mac.She hadn't seen her earlier andobviously wasn't prepared for how she wouldlook.Desire once again heated her blood as she examined the young detective.Her blonde hairappeared wet and it was slicked back againsther head.The black leather pants Hendersonhad purchased for her fit her muscled legssnuggly, but instead of the black leather vestHenderson had bought to accompany thepants, Mac was wearing in its place a very re-vealing black lace bra.The decision to nix thevest and go with the bra had obviously beenMac's sole idea and Henderson at once under-stood why she had done it
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