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the elegantly scripted
menu anyway. Duck a l'orange, escargots, lobster bisque, truffles, spanking, public humiliation, foot worship ... Sinclair
stopped reading.
    "Are you kidding me?"
    "You can order anything on the menu, either for yourself
or your dinner companion." Regina arched an eyebrow. "Do
you want to punish me for bringing you here?"
    "Oh, for God's sake!"
    "Look, someone ordered something special." Regina pointed
to the stage where a woman, a gorgeous Anjelica Huston lookalike, wearing impossibly high-heeled boots and a very short
leather skirt with slits up both sides, stood with her whip at
the ready. Her breasts looked ready to spill from its black
leather corset. A man was being led up to the stage by the
rubber-wearing French maid.
    "On your knees, bitch!" Anjelica ordered as she snapped
her whip in the air. The man flinched and immediately
dropped to his knees.
    "Now clean my boot with your tongue. I want every inch
of it wet." The boots laced all the way up to her thighs.
    Sinclair looked away from the stage with mild disgust.
    "I never figured you for a prude, darling," Regina murmured,
looking at her companion with slightly narrowed eyes.
    Sinclair closed the menu with a quick snap. "I'm not a
prude. I just don't find this scenario the least bit arousing or
interesting."
    Regina lifted a hand to summon the waitress. "I'll have the
filet mignon with shallots and cognac. Darling?" She looked
at Sinclair.
    "Lobster thermidor, please."
    "And," Regina pointed to something on her menu. "I'll
have one of these, as well. Heavy."
    The girl nodded. "Would you like to keep the menu in case
something else appeals to you later on?"
    Regina smiled up at the girl. "You know, I think I will."

    The waitress left with the soft sound of rubber against
flesh and the smell of talc in her wake.
    "Are you angry at me, darling?"
    "Don't call me that. It's meaningless." On stage, the man
had finished his task to hearty applause.
    Leather creaked as Regina bent close to Sinclair. "What do
you mean it's empty? You are a darling." Her voice was light,
teasing. But Sinclair wasn't buying it.
    "Are you ever serious?" She'd been seeing this woman for
almost a month and she could honestly say that she knew
next to nothing about her. Except that she liked sex.
    "For you, darling? Never. That would be boring."
    Next on stage was a leatherman. His body was completely
hidden except for his maggot-white penis that flopped through
a silver-toothed opening in the black leather. A woman wearing a schoolgirl's uniform approached the stage, led again by
the French maid.
    Sinclair looked away before she could see any more. "Do
you enjoy this?"
    Regina's eyes flickered to the stage, then back to Sinclair
with obvious reluctance. "It's entertaining."
    "I'd hate to see what disgusts you."
    "Me, too." Regina twisted her red mouth.
    Sinclair shook her head again. What had she gotten herself
into? Yuen's explorations into sex-whether it had been light
bondage or talking dirty-had amused rather than surprised
her. Now with Regina she found herself being shocked at the
things the woman was teaching her about herself, about just
how far she could be pushed and manipulated sexually.
    "What are you thinking about?" Regina asked.
    "You."
    "I'm flattered."
    "It's the truth. Don't bother pretending to be surprised.
What else can I think about when you're around?" Sinclair
knew she sounded resentful. But she was getting tired of this
one-dimensional affair. "Do I mean anything to you?"

    "Of course. You're an incredible fuck. Yet you're so naive.
You're like my lost childhood. My virginity."
    Now that said it all, didn't it? Sinclair thought with a wry
smile.
    The maid interrupted whatever else Regina might have
said. She brought the wine and poured them each a glass before looking finally at Regina. "Madame?"
    The writer stood. "Ready."
    Sinclair watched her go, admiring the motion of her ass
under the leather and the