The Pet Club: Hunting the Tigress
Copyright 2012 Mallorie Griffin
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
It was Lana's first day officially on the job, and she was more than a little frightened. Of course, she'd trained for this, and she knew what went on in the Pet Club before she even walked through its doors. But that didn't stop her nerves from rising up. After all, it didn't matter how many times she practiced, for how many weeks. When it came down to it, practice didn't really, truly equate to real life experience. As much as shed loved her sessions with Joanna and Taylor, those lovely girls still weren't men.
She shuddered as she settled into her room. It was dimly lit, but sumptuously appointed, as all rooms in the club were. The walls were painted the darkest black, and the sheets on the bed were silky satin, a deep, royal purple. An elaborate gold and violet crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling. Most of the patrons of the Pet Club had expensive tastes, and Lana's Mistress was loathe to disappoint.