<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>Into the fetish club</strong><br/>People were well-dressed, although most looked provocative. Well, that's what you get in Miami bars, when it's business as usual for you.<br/>Susan's meal was as good as it gets when one is hungry, and served with speed that suggested it was already prepared and left to low heat in an oven or such, so it would remain warm.<br/>Then an woman in red passed, leading a man on a leash. Nobody seemed to mind that the guy was only in a thong, nor that she herself was dressed as...<br/>...as a dominatrix.<br/>About that moment, a man in a business suit approached casually her table.<br/>"Hi! Haven't seen you around, but you seem like a domme. Am I right?"<br/>He looked agitated.