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“This is Sevika,” Mel said, gesturing at a broad muscular woman wearing a leather vest and an empty strap-on harness over her pants. Scraps of black and hunter green fabric were just visible past her left hip. “She’s one of the club’s regulars, and a close friend of mine.”
“Aw, Melanie, ‘close friends’? Is that all I am to you? What, you gonna call me your gal pal next?”
Mel rolled her eyes at the ribbing, clearly long since used to Sevika’s style of banter.
“Sevika, this is my friend Caitlyn—yes, actual friend, for now—and her submissive, Violet. Caitlyn is one of the top donors for this year’s Pride fundraiser.” Well, actually, Caitlyn was the top donor, by at least one order of magnitude, but she appreciated and much preferred Mel’s discretion. “They’re new to the club, so I’m giving them a tour. Play nice.”
“No promises,” Sevika snarked as she shook Caitlyn’s hand. “Top donor, huh?”
“Generational wealth,” Caitlyn grimaced. “I’m trying to put it to better use.”
“Respect,” Sevika commented.
Vi coughed subtly, drawing Sevika’s attention.
“Well, ain’t you a cutie.” Sevika’s eye snagged on the red bandana poking out from Vi’s right rear pocket during her once-over, and looked at Caitlyn. “Mind if I play with her sometime?”
Vi looked at Caitlyn pleadingly through the corner of her eye.
“Perhaps another night,” Caitlyn demurred. “We’re still…getting our bearings.”
“Another night, then,” Sevika agreed. “Well, welcome to the family. Enjoy the club.”
“Thank you.”
Introduction concluded, Mel looped their arms together and led Caitlyn and Vi to the next friend. “Lest has much better manners, but most people are going to be a bit flirty tonight. Occupational hazard, I’m afraid.”
“Honestly, if they’re all as hot as her, I don’t mind,” said Vi.
Mel laughed.