Catherine Anne considered herself an exemplary judge of character and predictor of human behavior, or she wouldn’t have been in the business of being a therapist for the fetish community. In the beginning, she had been ‘just a therapist’; but after she had counseled a number of couples that had their marriages threatened by being part of Seattle’s active swinging scene, she had found a business niche she could exploit.

For Eddie and Sara, the hunt was on in full swing and the prey was sitting willingly, but unknowingly with the predators. Eddie hated the music on the sound system but pasted a contented but slightly nervous look on his face. He was dressed in a more affluent style than was normal. It worked out well for him that Sara had wanted him to look just a bit uncomfortable because he was uncomfortable; but not for the reason the prey thought. He just hated these damned clothes.

Sara preferred stealthy surveillance, but she was in a rush to learn about Abby and Bill’s therapist, Catherine Anne DeLenquant. Sara had done her usual electronic peeping into the lives of those who interested her because she hoped she could learn enough about both Bill and Abby to see if the plan had an acceptable chance at success. DeLenquant’s name had come up several times in billing records but things had only gotten interesting when Sara had accessed Bill’s saved on-line internet chats. It was amazing how often people used their computers to save the tools of their own destruction.

John Marshall was fuming more aggressively than his normal smolder. His office was a showcase of his combative nature. Every spare inch of shelf space was resplendent in the accoutrements of conflict and that calmed him and fueled his rage in the same turn.

Victoria’s rib cage constricted around her lungs as she pushed through the front door of the club. She was instantly assaulted by saw dust, stripped wire casing, and discarded fast food bags littering her club. Even the progress on the rebuild didn’t calm her. It felt like things in her life were really getting out of control and deep in her head she so hated to be out of control. She couldn’t admit it to herself but she had a control freak inside.

John Marshall sat on a bench on the waterfront of Seattle’s Pike Place Market.  He couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t pissed.  Even when he had something that worked out his way, John could easily find a reason to gravitate towards hostility.  It was such an effective way to manage the fucking idiots who [...]

Bill stood in his boxers and wife beater shirt.  He wore it because it was part of the physical presence he liked to use on Abby.  He still wasn’t happy from the last visit to the therapist.  He wasn’t happy about Abby’s current attitude, hell, he wasn’t happy about much and these in house rape [...]

 If there was such a thing as a “normal” sex and fetish club, Power Exchange wasn’t it.  Victoria had seen more than her unfair share of sex establishments and she worked hard to make sure hers was something above and beyond.  Power Exchange was a full service, high class, meeting, greeting, and sometimes play place [...]