Free Dancing In Darkness by Sherrie Weynand Page A

she danced. Tonight, she had other things on her mind. From Nina’s call to activities here at the party. She could see more and more of her surroundings.
    Couples and individuals alike would come and go from the main room. Some pairs would split up and go separate directions, others would leave the room together. Some would walk with their mates, some would crawl out while their Doms held their leashes. It was odd to her. Perhaps it was something that had to grow on you or there was some mental issue making this seem logical. She didn’t know. It didn’t affect her, so she was going to do what she did best, mind her own.

 
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
    She caught a glimpse of the man in the shadows as she made her way down the stairs to take a break. Losing track of time was a job hazard, especially when you enjoyed what you did. Priscilla had an innate ability to know when someone was watching her and she had felt this since the beginning. Trying to see if she could tell who it was without being obvious, she looked around the room slowly and concentrated. It didn’t help. It was too dark behind the flashing lights.
    Thinking that it might be Adam, she opened the door that led under the stage. Her original thought of Adam was confirmed when she heard him say, “Stunning.”
    “Adam! You startled me!” She exclaimed.
    “Sorry, didn’t mean to. Everyone is raving over you and I’m wondering why I hadn’t thought of this sooner.” He smiled.
    His smile was true and pure. She noticed when it went from a grin to a full smile, it lit up his eyes. It momentarily took her mind off of the person who had been watching her. She had seen some familiar faces here tonight. Not familiar as she knew them personally, rather, she recognized city officials, the deputy mayor, and one that she knew was a plastic surgeon in the area, because his face was plastered on billboards throughout the city. Adam was the only one she knew, even then she had just met him.
    While Priscilla was entertaining at the party, Nina was distraught. The girl that had become her assistant and Priscilla’s best friend, was found dead in the park earlier in the evening. This was number three and nowhere near being random. Someone was targeting girls from her club and she had no idea why. Megan Dryer, Diamond Jacquere and Zena Wilkins all murdered within weeks of each other. It made no sense. Not only was she losing good women to senseless acts, her business was going to be affected. Girls wouldn’t come in to work and the clientele were not going to want to be targets of the police investigations. Tomorrow, Nina would have to contact the police department to speak with Detectives Ward and Tony.
    Unaware of the tragedy she was about to be wrapped up in, Priscilla made her way back to the stage. There was a little over an hour to go and she wanted to give it her best. Whatever happened behind closed doors here, didn’t bother her in the least. Everyone was here of their own free will and the worst thing she had witnessed was one man spanking his sub. She couldn’t tell if it was serious or for show, but either way, they were consenting adults.
    After the party started to come to a close and the guests were all gathering back in the stage room, Priscilla made her way to the bottom of the stairs. “Not yet, Ms. Pris.” Adam called to her.
    “Excuse me? I thought we were finished. My apologies.” Priscilla started.
    “No apologies, we just have a tradition of treating our guests and performers well. We would like to thank you for participating with us and if all are in agreement, we would love to have you return on a regular basis.” Adam said.
    The crowd of almost one hundred cheered loudly at the suggestion. They had all mentioned how absolutely stunning she was to watch. Her movements, the music, the entire scenario played well together. Priscilla turned a light shade of crimson. While she was used to the cheers, this was a much smaller group of people who