Four days, how quickly the sun rose and fell when you were in search of
more time. She’d been looking for funding for four days. Banks,
friends, old friends, people she’d never go to for money in her life,
and she was still at her wit’s end as how to get the money to buy out
Francesca. Now she was down to her last 24 hours, with no solution in
sight.

Marina sighed, rubbing her temples as the moon lit up the back room of
The Planet, she put her head down to the cool table. She wanted to cry,
but she just couldn’t bring herself to spill any more tears. She needed
to get out, away from all this. She wasn’t going to spend her last
hours here. She’d developed a sudden taste for a different type of
pain, and wallowing in hopelessness just wasn’t doing it for her. She
needed something extremely distracting. She had time to kill. Jenny was
working until two.

She stood up and walked to the armoire in the corner, fanning through
her spare outfits on their hangers until she found what she wanted: a
sparse leather vest that revealed more than it covered, and a short
leather skirt to match that showed off more than a little of her very
long legs. It would definitely pass the dress code at Petruccio’s. She
stripped to her lace underwear, tossing the bra into the armoire since
it wouldn’t fit under the vest. Sitting on the edge of the desk, she
slid her legs into the black silk stockings and anchored them with a
pair of bright red garters, with a matching pair of high heels. A long
black duster completed the outfit. She was ready, more than ready to be
distracted.

~*~*~*~*~*

Donni, the bouncer, cleared Marina with an appreciative smile and a
wink. Marina gave her a hard stare, and Donni dropped her eyes to the
floor. Once inside the club, Marina took off her duster and slung it
across her back, walking slowly through the bar, savoring the sights
and familiar smells of leather and *****. Jenny had been a little
intimidated the first time they came to Petruccio’s together, but
uncertainly soon gave way to fascination and an eagerness to learn. She
studied the other submissives with the same intensity she’d devoted to
her favorite college classes, taking mental notes, incorporating them
into her scenes with Marina and her dance routines, adding her own
embellishments until she’d gradually assumed a submissive role that
suited her.