She’d spent countless evenings trying to teach Bree to use her safe word when she was past the experience that she wanted, past her tolerance for it.  It almost seemed beyond the submissive to grasp; she was no closer to doing it now than she was a year ago, when Susan found her in an alley, badly beaten by her domme, and took her in…one of the best kept secrets in the community…it would be so bad for her reputation as the hard-assed, no-nonsense uber-Domme of West Hollywood, and so Susan let the talk stand, for Bree’s sake, knowing that no one would dare take her or do anything without Susan’s express consent.  Still, the mere mention of the underground brought so much anger and fear to the surface that she clenched and unclenched her fist.

            Doyle felt her domme’s tension, and began lightly stroking her hand while she continued to talk.  “What we don’t have is a place to go to relax, maybe before or after doing a scene or attending a party or club …a place where we can be ourselves without inviting all the stares, the curiosity, y’know?  Enjoy a good meal, some nice wine, some music and maybe a dance or two.  No subbie and Domme play, just be ourselves.”

            “What are you suggesting, Doyle?  That we become the leather version of Denney’s?” Susan’s lips curled in wry amusement, now fully back in the moment thanks to Doyle’s focused touch.  She genuinely appreciated Doyle.  She was a fun playmate, always ready to please, whether it was kink or conventional.  And she never asked more than Susan could give.  Yet Doyle was an utter mystery to her, beyond the fact that the woman was gorgeous and was a designer.

            Doyle threw her head back laughing, her blonde hair tumbling to her shoulders and shimmering in the faint sunlight shining into the room.  “Not quite, dear,” she smirked, earning a disapproving but playful frown from Susan.  “But imagine…a stage over there for a small band…”

            “…or dancers,” Marina offered with a smile.  “Not ordinary dancers, but exotic performers who can create something intimate and exciting.” She gave Jenny a knowing smile.

            Doyle nodded, “Sure.  Why not?  It would keep the sexual tension alive after or before our customers went out.”  She stood up and began to walk around the room…tables here…and here…shoji screens to give privacy to those that want it.”  Doyle said in a soft voice, falling away into the visions of the room again.