by Ramona Gray
Mark studied the screen that showed the stage. Trent was right, all of the chairs were filled and a crowd had gathered behind them as well.
“Who’s on tonight?”
“Richard.”
“That explains it,” he said.
“Explains what?” Another man, he was short with dark hair and a barrel-like chest entered the room and sat next to him. “Hey, Mark.”
“Hi, Dave. Why there’s such a big crowd tonight. Richard’s working.”
“They do love him,” Dave said. “He has a waiting list of submissives. Did you know that?”
Mark nodded as he pulled up a spreadsheet on the laptop in front of him. He studied the numbers from the previous night as Dave said, “Of course, it doesn’t help that you don’t do shows anymore.”
“It’s not just shows,” Trent said. “He’s not doing anything. Hasn’t for months now and the subs are starting to complain.”
Mark rolled his eyes. “It hasn’t been that long.”
“Yeah, it has,” Trent said. “Kori had seven different subbies asking if you would be playing tonight.”
Mark didn’t reply and Trent glanced at Dave who shrugged.
“Are you?” Trent asked.
“Am I what?” Mark asked.
“Playing tonight.”
“No,” Mark said as he scrolled through the spreadsheet. “Not tonight.”
“What’s going on with you, man?” Dave asked. “You used to play every weekend and now it’s nothing for the last three months.”
“There isn’t anything wrong with me. I just decided to take a break for a while.”
“Right,” Dave said skeptically.
Mark gave him a look of exasperation. “Where’s Selene?”
“She’s getting a newbie ready.”
“We have a newbie tonight?” Mark asked.
Trent nodded and pointed to the second screen from the left. “Yes, first time at the club. She’s in the blue room.”
Mark only half-glanced at the screen. Selene was standing in front of a tall, curvy blonde who had a truly spectacular body. He looked back at the spreadsheet in front of him. The blonde’s body reminded him a little of Amy’s, actually. If Amy ditched the flowing skirts and loose blouses she normally wore and poured herself into a little black dress. His stomach tightened and his cock twitched a little against the confines of his jeans.
Jesus, just thinking about his best friend’s little sister was a mistake. For years, he’d kept his lust for her a secret, kept it firmly hidden under a tight fist of control but it was becoming more and more difficult to be around her. If he didn’t figure out what the hell to do about his inappropriate desire to fuck her, he would have to quit his job at Dawson’s Clothing. He made more than enough money from the Club, he didn’t technically even have to continue with his job as CFO of Amy’s clothing company.
If you quit, you won’t get to see her anymore.
He scowled at the spreadsheet. That was the fucking idea. He couldn’t keep seeing her. It was too difficult and too damn dangerous. Three months ago, he had stopped playing completely with the subs at the Club. Stopped when he realized he was deliberately choosing women who looked like Amy. Stopped when he realized that playing with them left him feeling cold and empty.
He glanced at the Blue Room screen again. Of course, this woman’s body was making him reconsider –
His eyes widened as he finally took a good look at the woman’s face. “Fuck me!”
Trent jerked, nearly spilling the cup of his coffee by his right hand as he twisted to stare at Mark. “Boss, what’s wrong?”
“It can’t be,” Mark said as she stood and squinted at the screen. “It can’t be her.”
“Can’t be who?” Dave asked.
Mark clenched his fists and muttered, “Move, Selene. Goddammit.”
Selene was partially blocking the blonde’s face and all the breath rushed out of him when she stepped away and walked to the wardrobe. “Holy fuck,” he said faintly. Amy - his sweet Amy - was standing in the Blue Room.
“Boss, what’s going on?” Trent asked cautiously.
“The newbie,” Mark snapped. “What is she asking for?”
“Uh, I don’t know,” Trent said.
“Look it up!”
Trent grabbed a tablet and quickly scrolled through it. “Um, she’s wanting some sensory deprivation, restraints and vaginal intercourse only. No oral sex or anal sex.”
Mark watched as Selene led Amy to the chair and buckled the cuffs around her wrists. “Who’s assigned to her?”
“Brandon’s with her tonight.”
“No, he isn’t,” Mark said.
“He isn’t?” Trent replied.
“No, goddammit!” Mark said.
“We always use him for the newbies,” Dave said.
“Not tonight. Let him know he can walk the floor instead.”
“Uh, okay, but what do we do with the newbie?”
“She’s playing with me,” Mark said grimly before stalking from the room.
Trent stared at Dave who shrugged and said, “Guess his break is over.”
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The Escort
Saving Jax
The Assistant
One Night
Sharing Del
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The Vampire’s Kiss (Book One)
The Vampire’s Love (Book Two)
The Shifter’s Mate (Book Three)
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