The Subbiest Sub of the Club
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Club Esoteria 20
The Subbiest Sub of the Club
A newbie to the BDSM lifestyle, Jane Hayes is excited to take part in Club Esoteria’s Submissive Games in the hopes of winning a Dom of her own. The last thing she expects is to be taken on by the Helo Trio.
Brand Summers, Zachary Lawson, and Colt Keeling are not just Marine helicopter pilots, they are three very different Doms who enjoy sharing their submissives. Watching Jane for a few weeks, they ask to be her dominants throughout the games. Because of their work schedules, it takes all three of them to see Jane through the four Fridays of The Submissive Games.
Will Jane win the games? Will she be interested in experiencing bondage with Zac, Brand’s floggers and paddles, and Colt’s Daddy domination? When the games are over, will the Helo Trio want to keep her, or throw her back into the BDSM singles’ pool?
Genres: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 28,208
THE SUBBIEST SUB
OF THE CLUB
Club Esoteria 20
Cooper McKenzie

Siren Publishing, Inc.
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A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK
The Subbiest Sub of the Club
Copyright © 2018 by Cooper McKenzie
ISBN: 978-1-64243-406-4
First Publication: September 2018
Cover design by Les Byerley
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Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late, though she appreciates air conditioning, computers, and other conveniences of modern-day life. She recently moved to central Texas with her mixed breed companion, Honey, the Princess Fuzzybutt.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
THE SUBBIEST SUB
OF THE CLUB
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
THE SUBBIEST SUB
OF THE CLUB
Club Esoteria 20
COOPER MCKENZIE
Copyright © 2018
Chapter One
SUBJECT: Submissive Contest for September
MESSAGE: As a registered submissive member of Club Esoteria, you will make yourself available at 8 p.m. on Friday, September 7th, for the first round of The Submissive Games. First prize will include being crowned The Subbiest Sub of the Club, a one-year membership to the club, a weekend of fun with the single Dom/Domme of your choice, and a host of other naughty prizes.
Confirm your attendance at your earliest convenience, but no later than August 27th. Further information will be sent by email once we have our roster of contestants.
Master Dominic Zaccaro
Jane Hayes read the email on her phone while hiding in the display room. She was spending more and more time in here, as far away from Michael Clayburn as she could get. She had been hired a year ago by the funeral home as a hair and makeup technician, not to cover the new sales manager’s ass because he would rather watch porn on his phone than deal with customers or do the body preparation, which was his responsibility.
It was time to start looking for a new job, though she had no interest in returning to a salon, or a spa, or even doing the traveling glamour-shot gig.
She wanted to find a job in New Bern that would provide her with enough income to pay her bills and keep her membership at Club Esoteria. She had only joined the club a couple of months before, but had found a group of people who didn’t make her feel like a freak for liking her sex on the kinky side. Compared to some members, she was almost vanilla, but that was only because she was new to the dark side of BDSM, and had yet to explore the waters too deeply.
Winning this contest would help on both fronts. She could continue visiting the club, watching, learning, and eventually experiencing all the things she had read about in her erotic romance novels, and it would give her something to do on a Friday night, for at least a few weekends.
After a glance to make sure she was still alone, she hit the reply button.
I’ll be there. Will this be a one-night or full-weekend event???
After hitting send, she closed her email and slid her phone back into the pocket of her jeans where she would feel it buzz even though she’d turned the volume off. Taking a deep breath, Jane left the casket room and headed back to where Mrs. Spottz waited for her to finish applying the makeup that would make her look like she was sleeping and not deceased.
She finished quickly, making sure the elderly woman’s dress lay around her appropriately and the material was free of makeup. Once she finished, she clocked out, leaving a note on the time clock reminding Michael that she was taking the afternoon off and she would see him on Monday. With fingers crossed and holding her breath, she slipped out of the prep room area and escaped before Michael Richards, the funeral home manager and head of sales, saw her and demanded she stay and take over several of his job responsibilities.
Once out the side door, she raced across the parking lot to her car and climbed in. She turned up the volume on her phone before plugging it into the charger to give the nearly dead battery a much-needed boost. Starting the engine, she drove through the connecting drive and around the bank next door. That way Michael would not see her leave and try to call her back.
It was a sneaky move, but after the past few weeks, she deserved a half day off, and by gum she was going to take it.
As she drove across town, she mentally ran through the list of errands she had made up the night before. First was a stop at the cleaners to pick up the clothes she had dropped off earlier in the week. Then she picked up a pair of re-heeled boots from the shoe repair guy and visited the post office for more stamps. Her last stop was the grocery store for dinner and enough comfort food to get her through the weekend.
Once she crossed the last errands off her list, she headed home while beginning the great “what to do on a Friday night” debate. Should she doll herself up for an evening at Club Esoteria with the so-far unanswered hope of finding a dominant man, or two, to play and explore and experiment with? Or change into one of her super-soft nightshirts and stay home with ten pounds of junk food and the three erotic romance novels she had downloaded onto her tablet earlier in the week, but had yet to read?
She had yet to make up her mind by the time she walked into her small apa
rtment in the development a half mile from Club Esoteria, though she was leaning more toward a weekend at home.
And then her phone rang.
* * * *
Subject: Dominants Needed for Submissive Games
Club Esoteria will be running a “Survivor” type game during the month of September, which we are calling The Submissive Games. Winner will be crowned The Subbiest Sub of the Club. Submissives, both single and collared, are strongly encouraged to participate.
What we need from you as a single dominant is to take a submissive under command for one (or more) night(s) of the contest. We will also need judges and assistance with the games. The Submissive Games will be held the evenings of September 7th, 14th, and 21st, with the winner being crowned on September 28th.
Please RSVP as soon as possible if interested in helping, either with the games themselves, or as a submissive handler. More information will be sent once we have our roster of participants. Thank you for your assistance.
Master Dominic Zaccaro
Brand Summers grinned as he read the email from his favorite off-duty club. Turning away from his computer, he looked at his two best friends who were watching football on the big screen they had all pitched in to buy when their favorite electronics store had a get-ready-for-football-season-slash-end-of-summer sale.
“Have you read your email yet?” he asked as he adjusted his sudden hard-on. It was, after all, Friday evening, they were all off duty, and he was in the mood to play with a sweet, willing masochist.
“Why? Has the world come to an end yet?” Zachary Lawson, known to his friends as Zac, asked.
Colt Keeling, their third roommate, picked his tablet off the coffee table by Zac’s feet and began touching the screen to wake it up. After a moment of silence, he said, “Oooh, sweet. Wonder if that new girl will be playing. If she is, I’ll volunteer as her tribute.”
“New girl? Which new girl? Why haven’t I seen the new girl?” Zac grumped as he leaned over and read the screen of Colt’s tablet.
Brand looked at the man in disbelief. “You have seen the new girl. Several times. You said she didn’t look like she would be interested in anything we had to offer her.”
“And you said she was too new to the lifestyle and you weren’t interested in training a newbie,” Colt added.
“And then you volunteered for that training that was three weekends,” Brand finished.
“Well, she is. She probably saw that movie and decided she wanted to catch herself a billionaire,” Zac said as he pushed up.
“You don’t have to help. But I’m going to, and I’m going to talk to Dom about assigning her to me,” Brand said, turning back to his computer.
Less than a minute later, after sending his email response agreeing to help, and asking to be Jane’s handler, Brand powered down the computer. It was time to get ready for what he hoped to be a successful evening at the club. And if Jane was there, he would see how her week was and if she’d be interested in a session with his favorite flogger.
Turning thirty in a few weeks, and finding himself back in the States, all he wanted to do was find a woman to spend more than an occasional evening with. Preferably a woman who would appreciate the impressive collection of floggers, whips, and other sexual torture instruments he had collected from around the world not only for their aesthetic beauty, but also for their ability to inflict pain.
Rising from his chair, he tossed the paper copies of the bills he had just electronically paid into the shredder and headed for the kitchen. He was hungry, and was in no mood to call for pizza delivery.
“You two hitting the club tonight?”
“Yeah,” Colt answered at once.
“Might as well,” Zac said a moment later. “I need to check this new girl out again. Maybe I screwed up my assessment.”
Shaking his head at his absentminded friend, Brand headed for the kitchen. “How you fly a helicopter without crashing it, I’ll never know.”
“Flying is easy. It’s the rest of my life that’s fucked up,” Zac said as he followed Brand into the kitchen. It was separated from the living room by an island which held the built-in stovetop, creating the perfect house for parties, though with their work schedules the trio rarely had time to do much entertaining.
“You can say that again,” Colt snarked from the couch, causing all three men to chuckle.
It was known throughout the military world that Zac lived, breathed, and thought only two things—flying and tying a pretty woman in beautiful ropes before he fucked her until she passed out. Even when he was on the ground, his head was in the air, flying around in his helicopter. If you really wanted to gain his attention, put a flying simulator program on the television. Or hand him a length of rope and a naked woman. Otherwise you were fighting a losing battle.
* * * *
While his best friends fixed dinner, Colt opened his calendar app to see what he already had scheduled during September. Like Brand, he would be very interested in dealing with the sweet submissive Jane, only he wanted her cuddled in his arms, doing as he bid, begging him to take control and be her everything.
Truth was, he, Brand, and Zac made the perfect dominant trio. They had proved it in the past. Zac with his bondage fetish would tie up the chosen woman for the evening, Brand would flog and paddle her, before he took over and settled her with a cuddle session. They would then fuck her—individually, double-teamed, or all three at once.
Too bad they had yet to find a woman interested in all they had to offer for more than a single evening of fun and games.
After responding to the club’s email, Colt thought about the upcoming club games. This might be the perfect time to find the woman who would be able to meet the challenge, though he had to agree with Brand. Jane, with her sweet innocence and kitten-like curiosity about every aspect of the lifestyle, might be the one they could turn on, love on, and mold into their perfect woman.
And if she was, indeed, the subbiest sub of the club, all the better. Colt always did like winners, whether it was Miss America, or the winner of one of those television game shows. When his cock began to throb to the same beat as his heartbeat, Colt headed to the bathroom. One of the downsides of three men sharing a house was the lack of privacy. It had been a while since he had relieved any tension.
They were going to the club later, but he needed to rub one out now. Otherwise he was liable to rip Zac’s stubborn, negative head off before they arrived. Then, if they found a woman to spend the evening with, he was liable to shoot off seconds after starting a scene. As a young, viral, healthy male, he would be able to come at least twice more before the night ended. This orgasm would just ease the pressure a bit.
Chapter Two
“You do realize you’re supposed to be submissive,” Jane said as Stacy Wilson, her new best friend and the woman who had talked her into joining Club Esoteria, walked up to the front door of the club.
Jane had been waiting in the humidity-laden heat for ten minutes. Just standing there, she felt as if she had run a mile with full military pack. The only good thing was that the heavy, water-filled clouds overhead had not opened up and drowned her while she waited.
“I am submissive…with everyone else. But you are such a marshmallow I can’t help but be bossy with you,” Stacy said with a grin that lit up the parking lot.
“Well, let’s go in and see if we can find a man who can dominate that bossiness right out of you,” Jane said. She could not help but return her free-spirited friend’s grin.
“Maybe that trio of hot military sex-on-a-stick Doms will be here tonight. I’d be happy to share them with you,” Stacy said with an evil glint in her eyes. “Or maybe you should take all three and I’ll find myself someone else to play with.”
While the thought of three dominant men taking her under command had Jane’s clit knotting up and her pussy dampening before they even entered the building, she was having a hard time seeing herself trying to please three men at once. She was twenty-eight
years old and had yet to have a relationship last more than three months, except the one she had with her Prince Valiant, her vibrator. And she had worn out three of those since leaving the military.
“I think three is a bit much for me to handle at the moment,” Jane said as she opened the front door of the club, allowing her friend to enter first.
“Yes, but just think of the fun they could provide, even if you decide not to keep them,” Stacy said with a giggle.
Jane had no response, so she bit her bottom lip and stayed quiet. The girls checked in and Jane took a moment to read the information board before entering the club.
In the meantime, Stacy tossed her stiletto heels into the bin the girls would share, then hung her ankle-length royal-purple cape on a hook on the wall across from the rack of baskets before sashaying through the curtain into the main room of the club.
After checking the board for any help-wanted notices, Jane took off her flip-flops and put them in a basket. Turning her back to the front door and lobby, she reached for the hem of the sleeveless dress she wore. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves before pulling it over her head. Having lived in a dorm room with eleven other women, she didn’t think too much about how others might take her stripping in the semi-public space.
“Oh, holy shit,” a deep, dark voice muttered behind her.
“Whoa boy, mama,” a second voice, not quite as deep as the first, praised.
“Hoo-rah,” a third voice added before dropping an octave. “Turn and show us the rest of your outfit, subbie.”
Pausing for a moment to try and pull her body back under some kind of control, Jane put the slinky knit dress into the basket before she turned to face the men she and Stacy had just been talking about. Men who radiated power as easily as they breathed. She knew part of it was because they were military helicopter pilots, but the rest was just pure healthy male.