Zoey Overbeck, a.k.a Madison Rivers, as she had called herself, was driving up to Shorewood with Adam sitting in the passenger seat and their luggage in the boot of their car. Madison's fingers drummed nervously against the wheel as she drove, repeating her story over and over in her head- a former local newspaper editor who enjoyed BDSM with her partner, had found out about the club on a tip-off from some guy at a nightclub, had decided to turn professional, yadda yadda yadda. She wasn't worried about forgetting her fake background- it was Adam she was worried about. If he forgot a detail and he vocalised it, the small seed of suspicion would have planted, and Madison knew from experience how fast suspicion matured. She turned to Adam, talking over the Sat Nav as they drew up outside the gates of the club.<br/><br/><strong>"Now Adam, are you sure that you've- Oh, yes, this is Madison Rivers, I phoned earlier, I'm here to see some of the resident Mistresses? Thanks..."</strong>Madison said, inturrupted by the gate intercom. As the gates swung open, Madison turned back to Adam.<br/><br/><strong>"Now remember, it's Maddy, or Madison, or even better Mistress, OK?"</strong>she said, driving her car into the grounds.<strong>"And you remember my backstory, yes? Editor of the paper?" </strong>She pulled up her car, shutting down the engine and turning to him one last time.<strong>"Remember, you're supposed to be my submissive, so you're to pamper me and do what I ask, mmk? I'll make it up to you once I've got my scoop, deal?"</strong>