When the rest of the crowd parted, Cassandra’s full body was revealed under my gaze. The sub was collared and her Dom held the leash in his hands. The slinky sheer fishnet dress barely covered her upper thighs. I told myself to look directly at the young sub’s pretty face, but however much I tried to remain professional my eyes drifted downward, following their own primal urges. Through the transparent material I was astonished to see that her open-crotched panties were made entirely of pearls. The jewels outlined her moist pink flesh, which glistening in the lights of the club. Under my gaze the smoothly shaved lips of her s*x seemed to curl open provocatively; as if one of Georgia O’Keefe’s famous floral paintings had come to vivid life right before my eyes.
No woman had ever entered m
