<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Fetish club<br/>Waking up to her surroundings.</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes tracked the couple in the mirror, a forkload of very good tuna steak almost to her mouth.  She stuck it in her mouth and started chewing when the man addressed her, buying a few seconds to think.<br/><br/>Oh boy.<br/><br/>Fetish Clubs, especially semi-underground pain clubs were a source of business for a medic who didn't ask more questions than she needed answers to in order to treat a patient<br/><br/>She had never heard of this place, never been here professionally and certainly not for leisure.<br/><br/>A domme.  Her eyes flicked down to her kitbags.  One for trauma care, the other for illlness. Oh, all sorts of interesting gear could be in those, you betcha. And she herself, tallish, muscular for a woman, no makeup. T-shirt and men's jeans.<br/><br/>Oh boy.<br/><br/>Easy relaxed approach, but something was bothering him.  "No.  Sorry,"  She made a show of looking around the place, and the bartenders were smirking at her, they had pegged her right away as someone who had wandered into the place obliviously.  "Honestly, I'm here for the food."<br/><br/>Close to a private marina, she'd never heard of this place.  That could be good or very bad.<br/><br/>