Thread: Inside Power Exchange [GypsyRose & Dane Stalling]

Matt smiled back at Regan as he took her hand. She was beautiful with a vaguely exotic look, tanned with smoldering blue-green eyes. He held her hand a little too long, and on an impulse, kissed it. Ive been looking forward to meeting you. I was fairly curious who Id be working with. Insanely curious, actually. He had half expected dyed black hair and black lipstick. The producers were definitely trying to appeal to a broader audience with her though, and with him, he realized. Matt laughed. No, I cant say Ive been in a place like this before. I was too busy hanging out with the theatre geeks for a hobby as involved as well, this . I mean, there was a buddys bachelor party once, but that was Stetsons and belt buckles and slipping fives into yeah. Anyway. There were similarities. Several circular platforms raised a foot or two above the main dance floor with highly polished brass poles dotted the dance floor as well as some of the more cozy sitting areas. A neon PlayPlace sign that looked like it had been stolen from a McDonalds decorated the back wall over a corridor. Several closed doors led off the corridor and each one was painted a different color- red, green, blue, black, yellow. Other than the color, there was nothing to distinguish one door from another. Well, lets take a look, Matt said, and entered the corridor. He stopped in front of the green door and grabbed the handle. I really hope theres not a body hanging in here. He opened the door. It was a classroom. A high school classroom with a couple rows of desks, a blackboard with chalk and erasers, a map of the world on the wall, a globe, a filing cabinet. A wooden desk with a padded leather top dominated the front of the room. Someone had written what looked like an actual calculus integral on the blackboard. Huh, Matt said, looking around, If this had windows, it could be Miss Rodriguezs math class. Almost. He noticed a row of rulers lined up precisely on the desktop, and a partially open drawer revealed a number of paddles of different shapes and sizes. The desk had another feature that Miss Rodriguezs class didn'tmetal eyes screwed into the wood. Did you ever have a crush on a teacher? Boy, I sure did. My trig teacher in high school and an economics prof at UCSF. He grinned at the memory. Sadly, they were both very, very professional. Well, he hadnt actually managed to make his feelings known either, but that was neither here nor there. Lets see whats in another one. The blue door opened on a very different kind of room. Matt stepped down into a recessed space, all covered in white tile. The floor sloped faintly to a drain in the middle of the room. The air felt humid, and he saw why. Along one side of the room were several coils of hose, several water spigots, a deep stainless steel tub, and a rack of whips and paddles. The center of the room was bare, but a large stainless hook hung from a chain directly over the drain. Along the side wall was what looked like gym showers, four in a row. He had a brief vision of Regan, her hands tied over her head, her sweater soaked and clinging. He was going to have to keep that under control. Stay professional. Muggy in here, he said, and touched what turned out to be a full body latex suit hanging on a pipe next to the door. He drew his hand away. The suit felt like an empty skin.