Lisa looked at herself in the mirror and cringed. What does one wear to go and see the owner of a sex club? Was it like a job interview? Should she wear the one and only business suit she owned or would they be expecting her to be in something more… sex-club-ish? Lisa didn’t own any leather - no leather skirt, no leather pants or shorts, or even a leather jacket - she didn’t think they made anything in her size.

Lisa wasn’t all that self-conscious about her size. She wasn’t too big and she wasn’t a waif, she was somewhere in the comfortable middle. Her curves were soft, her...