Just come in. Don’t knock.

I rolled my eyes at the sign on the Dombers’ door. Another roleplay. I hefted my briefcase and shifted it to my other hand so I could remove the note and put it in my pocket. I need to find something better to do on a Saturday night. Still, it’s better than staying home alone.

I paused. That really wasn’t a good reason, and I knew it. I’d kept my Saturdays plenty busy before the Dombers had shown up at the club. Since I was, as usual, partnerless, I was happy to answer their newbie questions about the scene and, by the end of the evening, giving them my email address. They’d never returned to the club, but that hadn’t prevented me from agreeing to meet with them again on the outside. Those cups of coffee had just somehow turned into... this.

I checked my watch. They were expecting me. I put my game face on and turned the doorknob.

Inside, I almost broke character and grinned at the sight before me. Sandie and Tom were making out on the couch. Her cheerleader’s uniform clung snugly, but fit far better than his old letter jacket. She moaned around his tongue as his hand played under her skirt.

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