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friend, Jasmine,’ he said, putting an arm around her shoulder. ‘Jasmine, I’d like you to meet Elaine and Caroline. And Mark I think you’ve already run into.’
    ‘Enchanted nevertheless,’ Mark responded, dipping down to kiss Jasmine’s hand. ‘You did well, Mr Mistoffelees. Have a gold star.’
    He pretended to pin the imaginary star onto Adam’s chest, then turned to attract the attention of the barman, a young man who wore the slightly bemused look Adam had come to associate with outsiders at fetish events. Caroline immediately began to talk to Jasmine, in high excitement over the beautiful blue corset, leaving Adam to Elaine.
    ‘She’s very lovely,’ Elaine remarked, with the interest Adam was coming to think of as inevitable. ‘You say you knew her before?’
    ‘From a long time ago,’ Adam explained. ‘She used to stay near my grandparents’ place down in Devon.’
    Elaine nodded then raised a quizzical eyebrow. ‘And exactly what happened last night, may I ask, after you were thrown out of Secret Sinners?’
    ‘More or less what you’d expect,’ he answered, grinning.
    ‘I see. And does she …?’ Elaine left the question unfinished, but her implication was clear.
    ‘That I must leave in your hands,’ Adam answered. ‘She’s a free woman, and a free spirit.’
    ‘They all say that until they meet their master,’ Mark stated as he turned from the bar.
    ‘Or their mistress,’ Elaine countered.
    ‘At least let the poor girl find her feet,’ Adam put in. ‘This is all completely new to her. Now I must go and pay Arabella.’
    He made for the corset stall, at once amused and annoyed by the reception his friends were giving Jasmine. Whether she would prove susceptible to advances from other women he had no idea, but he had no intention of interfering with any explorations of lesbian sex she might wish to make. Steelhand was another matter, irritating both for his native arrogance and assumption of superiority, and because he had a nasty habit of controlling the girls he became intimate with, in a manner that always made Adam think of a TV drama pimp handing out favours.
    ‘I assume she’s going to take it?’ he asked as he reached Arabella’s stall.
    ‘She already has, I think,’ Arabella answered as she accepted Adam’s money. ‘What a poppet! What’s she into?’
    ‘Spanking, mostly,’ Adam told her.
    ‘Girls?’ Arabella asked.
    Adam merely smiled and walked away, towards where Caroline and Jasmine – now back in the clothes she’d arrived in – were admiring a display of whips.
    ‘This is a flogger,’ Caroline was explaining, while the stallholder looked on with a complacent grin, ‘like an old-fashioned cat-o’-nine-tails, but much less harsh, of course. The leather ones can sting, but these suede ones are lovely – heavy and soft at the same time. Show me your bum.’
    Jasmine responded without the slightest hesitation, turning her back to Caroline and sticking her bottom out even as she flipped up her dress.
    ‘Go on then,’ she offered, giggling.
    ‘Not on your panties, silly!’ Caroline responded, and she pulled them down to Jasmine’s knees.
    Adam’s heart gave a little jump as Jasmine’s bottom was laid bare, and the blood had already begun to pump into his cock as he reached the two girls. A lot of other people were watching them too, but Jasmine seemed oblivious, as if showing off her naked bottom to a crowd of eager and self-confessed perverts was a perfectly normal way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
    ‘Caroline’s going to whip me,’ she announced proudly. ‘Let me hold on to you.’
    She took hold of him even as she spoke, nuzzling her face into his chest as Caroline stepped back to give herself a good swing with the flogger. The first stroke came in, hard and accurate, the broad suede thongs smacking down across Jasmine’s bottom. She gave a little gasp, then a happy purr.
    ‘That is nice. Do it again.’
    Caroline needed no more