Amanda was struggling to her feet when Bethany sauntered in.
"Oh good, you're done!" she exclaimed with a fake smile on her face. "I hope you took good care of them. Customer service and all that. Oh hey, that's where I left those cuffs. Sorry about that. Let me remove them."
Amanda sighed in relief as her wrists were freed and rubbed the chafe-marks.
"Would you like to clean up?" Bethany asked, looking her up and down. Amanda nodded eagerly and followed the older woman as she crossed the room to a door that blended in with the wall.
"We have a special shower in here. It has mirrors on every side. And it matches the club's theme."
"What do you mean?" Amanda asked warily. She'd had too many surprises to be comfortable tonight.
"You'll see," Bethany winked, unlocking the door. "We keep it locked so the boys don't try to visit during a shower."
"Oh. I guess that makes sense." Amanda said, entering a narrow corridor with a light in the roof at the end.
"Enjoy yourself," Bethany said. Amanda could have sworn she was smirking.
Shruggin she walked down the narrow corridor, the dim lights above guiding her way. At the end was a room with mirrored walls. Three shower heads pointed down from above, and a corner shelf had some soap, shampoo and a loofah.
Sighing to herself she turned, sliding the entrance shut before turning to turn on the water. It took her a moment to realize that there was something special about this shower.
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