In a dark corner of the club, she caresses the young girl’s soft, pale cheek.
“My, my, you’re so very pretty,” she whispers in her ear.
Abruptly, her body is turned and pinned to the wall by a hand resting at her throat.
Her eyes bulge in recognition.
“Miss Kathryn! Forgive me! I didn’t know!” she chokes out.
“And now you do,” Kathryn murmurs honey-voiced, her eyes scorching the blanched white face.
“Down on your knees, naughty child, and ready your mouth,” she commands, lifting her skirt and spreading her long legs.
“So you’ll remember.”
