Chapter Six
Jane’s club was downtown on the fringe of the commercial district, a good five miles away from Roman Hill; although it could easily be reached in ten minutes, since freeway on and off ramps were near both places. Leslie checked, starting out that night at the base of Roman Hill, timing the trip downtown.
Sapphos In Chains was located in an old warehouse building, something perfectly suited to the activity that went on there. Expecting a certain clientele and a certain manner of dress, Leslie wore a pair of brown leather pants she’d bought years before, when one lover had a motorcycle and she had consented to ride along behind her. The lovely vibrating feeling in her cunt as she rode the cycle was enough to keep her in the relationship for a while, though she was a little sc
