Alexia was sitting at a nearby barstool, a lit cigerette clenched tightly between her lips.  Her eyes flicked to the lovely woman, she lifted her hand, gesturing with a single finger for the woman to come to her.  Within her free hand, a dainty collar attached to a leash dangled lazily between her fingers.<br/><br/>The wicked young woman was really looking the part, she was clad in a pair of tight fitting black leather pants, thigh high stilletto heeled boots, a fish net top, that strained against her ample chest, and a leather vest that was unzipped that barely hid the girl’s brown nipples.  Her eyes were accentuated with dark heavy make up, lips were painted black, and her hair was pulled back tightly, and she neglected to wear her glasses.<br/><br/>Most people wouldn’t have even recognized the fetish clad beauty, and they had barely allowed her into the establishment.