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Mal and Kayson had carefully studied the security system of the club. Mal had drawn maps from memory, based on his years as a member. They had even gone as far as taking pictures of where the guards were stationed on the main floor. But with the Master Gee’s suites situated on the third floor of the building, they had to be careful. They were not an innocent new submissive lost in the hallways. There was nothing innocent or submissive about either one of them.
No, if the VSS operative in that suite caught us before we could get the jump on him, Mal, Kayson or I could be killed. Or worse.
There were fates much worse than death.
I was still wearing the white negligee, having just come through the back hallway of the subs’ lounge to meet them here. I had no underwear—since Ma
