Fetish Club

We went through the routine twice in the dressing room and then I had got it: the split and the arch, and to see my partner already aroused was a sure sign to me, that our show would be fine! »Toi, toi, toi!«, Jack said to me in the end and when he gave me a kiss I was melting in his embrace: for a short moment I was the happiest girl in the world and when Tchaikovsky's classical Swan Lake theme began to play out in the Fetish Club our time had arrived to perform the pas de deux on stage, this time in the nude and without inhibitions . . .