person. I
was a bit worried that I’d not had the chance to tell her who I am and made
things worse. She was so distressed. I think she loves you, Cam.” He sat
opposite with his own cup of coffee.
Cameron
ran his fingers through his damp hair to take it from his forehead. “I guess
there were no personal phone numbers on the Web site.”
Blake
grinned. “’Course not. Not many companies do that. There’s an email address,
but it’s at the magazine. You could email her prior to calling, that way she’ll
maybe listen to you. She thinks I’m you. That’s got to be the problem …
somehow. Though who knows what’s happened.”
“I’ll
just get some clothes … switch the TV on, they’ll be
running highlights from the game earlier.” He ran upstairs and pulled on jeans
and a T-shirt.
They
drank their coffee with half an eye on the sports highlights. Blake told
Cameron all about the modeling shoot.
Cameron
asked him again exactly what Patti had said and made him repeat the whole
story.
Half
an hour later, Blake stood. “I should get going. You’re still coming to The
Club tomorrow, I hope. She might be there.”
Cameron
escorted Blake to the front door. “Yes, I am. I hope she’s there.”
****
The
fitness center was busy until nine-thirty on Saturday. Both brothers had
brought a change of clothes, showering and dressing to go out in the facilities
at the club.
Blake
left the center first, to pick up Amanda.
Cameron
checked with his staff that there was no one left in the center and they
secured the place. The cleaners would be in at six the next morning and some of
the staff at seven, but Cameron had arranged to work Sunday afternoon that
weekend. If Patti was at the club and they fixed up the mess between them, then
he didn’t want to have to rush off if he spent the night with her.
He
drove to The Club half sure she’d be there and half-afraid she wouldn’t. He
parked in the big car lot at the back of The Club and walked down the side path
to the entrance, his thoughts swirling. Cameron rehearsed what he’d say to Patti––if
she were there––as he went through to the main room.
The
music greeted him. The light held a rosy glow from the candles on the tables
towards the periphery of the dance floor. Cameron’s gaze raked the over the
people. There was no sign of Patti, but Blake and Amanda sat at a table. Cameron
walked over to them.
****
Patti
was with Dominic in the same booth they’d used before on the mezzanine floor, but
this time there was no sex.
Dominic
listened as Patti asked him if he would introduce her to a Dom who might take
her on as his Sub regularly. He smiled kindly. “Even as a Master, I’m not
really a dating service, but I will keep your request in mind. You’re asking
for something that I might not have the power to provide. Think about your
motive, and in the meantime, you know many of the Masters will scene with you
if you need it. Patti, I have to go now. I’ll be in the surveillance room for
an hour.” He stood.
Patti
looked up into his eyes. “Thank you, Sir. You’ve been very kind to me.” She
bowed her head.
When
Dominic had gone, she took a deep breath and walked over to the balcony to
watch the dancers for a time. She swept the dance floor with a sad gaze and
started in surprise as she saw Cameron and a woman glued together in a
simulation of fucking to the beat of the dance music. Shockingly, the woman
wore a collar, a pretty, slim collar with the sparkle of diamonds every so
often embedded in the leather.
Cameron
reached out and slipped his fingers through the ring where a leash could be
clipped. He brought the woman’s face to his and kissed her.
Patti
went hot and then cold. He was truly lost to her, but the worst thing was his
declarations and actions in the park made the loss worse. I should have reported him after all . She made her way down the
stairs, and with her head bowed, she walked rapidly around the darkened edge of
the room.
was a bit worried that I’d not had the chance to tell her who I am and made
things worse. She was so distressed. I think she loves you, Cam.” He sat
opposite with his own cup of coffee.
Cameron
ran his fingers through his damp hair to take it from his forehead. “I guess
there were no personal phone numbers on the Web site.”
Blake
grinned. “’Course not. Not many companies do that. There’s an email address,
but it’s at the magazine. You could email her prior to calling, that way she’ll
maybe listen to you. She thinks I’m you. That’s got to be the problem …
somehow. Though who knows what’s happened.”
“I’ll
just get some clothes … switch the TV on, they’ll be
running highlights from the game earlier.” He ran upstairs and pulled on jeans
and a T-shirt.
They
drank their coffee with half an eye on the sports highlights. Blake told
Cameron all about the modeling shoot.
Cameron
asked him again exactly what Patti had said and made him repeat the whole
story.
Half
an hour later, Blake stood. “I should get going. You’re still coming to The
Club tomorrow, I hope. She might be there.”
Cameron
escorted Blake to the front door. “Yes, I am. I hope she’s there.”
****
The
fitness center was busy until nine-thirty on Saturday. Both brothers had
brought a change of clothes, showering and dressing to go out in the facilities
at the club.
Blake
left the center first, to pick up Amanda.
Cameron
checked with his staff that there was no one left in the center and they
secured the place. The cleaners would be in at six the next morning and some of
the staff at seven, but Cameron had arranged to work Sunday afternoon that
weekend. If Patti was at the club and they fixed up the mess between them, then
he didn’t want to have to rush off if he spent the night with her.
He
drove to The Club half sure she’d be there and half-afraid she wouldn’t. He
parked in the big car lot at the back of The Club and walked down the side path
to the entrance, his thoughts swirling. Cameron rehearsed what he’d say to Patti––if
she were there––as he went through to the main room.
The
music greeted him. The light held a rosy glow from the candles on the tables
towards the periphery of the dance floor. Cameron’s gaze raked the over the
people. There was no sign of Patti, but Blake and Amanda sat at a table. Cameron
walked over to them.
****
Patti
was with Dominic in the same booth they’d used before on the mezzanine floor, but
this time there was no sex.
Dominic
listened as Patti asked him if he would introduce her to a Dom who might take
her on as his Sub regularly. He smiled kindly. “Even as a Master, I’m not
really a dating service, but I will keep your request in mind. You’re asking
for something that I might not have the power to provide. Think about your
motive, and in the meantime, you know many of the Masters will scene with you
if you need it. Patti, I have to go now. I’ll be in the surveillance room for
an hour.” He stood.
Patti
looked up into his eyes. “Thank you, Sir. You’ve been very kind to me.” She
bowed her head.
When
Dominic had gone, she took a deep breath and walked over to the balcony to
watch the dancers for a time. She swept the dance floor with a sad gaze and
started in surprise as she saw Cameron and a woman glued together in a
simulation of fucking to the beat of the dance music. Shockingly, the woman
wore a collar, a pretty, slim collar with the sparkle of diamonds every so
often embedded in the leather.
Cameron
reached out and slipped his fingers through the ring where a leash could be
clipped. He brought the woman’s face to his and kissed her.
Patti
went hot and then cold. He was truly lost to her, but the worst thing was his
declarations and actions in the park made the loss worse. I should have reported him after all . She made her way down the
stairs, and with her head bowed, she walked rapidly around the darkened edge of
the room.
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