<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Fetish club<br/>Waking up to her surroundings.</strong><br/><br/>Blinking at him, unsure exactly how to react, she thorew a quick look at the  bartender who grinned back, but made a dribbling motion lilk he was bouncing an imaginairy ball.  He was careful not to let the club security see it, but she had seen other bartenders summon bartenders with a similar call sign.<br/><br/>There would be help if she needed it?  She relaxed a bit, a high end place perhaps. In this part of town... that made some sense.<br/><br/>Which didn't mean some really rough stuff couldn't happen if she gave any hint she wanted it, though.<br/><br/>Oh boy.<br/><br/>Mr. Suit...  Susan was not in the Life, but but she read things, had gone to some very unusual Web sites out of curiosity.  This guy had rock bottom sub written all over him.  She didn't take his hand, God knew what kind of signal that would send to the regulars, even if she sent him on his way.<br/><br/>That Latex fetishist... the suit did nothing for the Street Doctor, but peeling the woman out of it would have been fun.  Now, if she had been wearing some leather...  Susan wrenched her mind back to Mr. Suit.<br/><br/>"Victor...." Using his name may have been a mistake.  Oh hell.  "...honestly, I'm here to grab supper, the food really is wonderful.  And, well, I like girls.  A lot."  Spreading her legs for a man... she hadn't done that since she was in the Army.<br/><br/>Don't Ask, Don't Tell, but some evidence you were straight never hurt.