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thing
was stupid. He decided to try reason after all.
“Weird
music, huh?” he said, trying to make his voice sound light.
He
barely ducked Angus’s punch, the red stone on his ring flashing right in front
of Brett’s eyes as he ducked away. He was going to have to fight back. He could
still hear the pounding music in the background of a song he’d never heard
before.
It
wasn’t long until Angus gave him an opening, and he landed a hard punch on the
other man’s jaw. Unfortunately, Angus struck right back, and the ring hurt as
much as he thought it would. Brett was bleeding above his eye, and he knew it
wouldn’t be long before his eye swelled up.
He
could hear sirens in the distance. The Caravan might be in a good neighborhood,
but less than a mile away was DC’s biggest open-air drug market, or at least it
had been when Brett was on the force. The sirens probably didn’t mean anything.
Still, Angus drew back and listened.
The
sirens got louder and closer.
“Let’s
get out of here,” said Angus, and Brett wondered who he was talking to. A
couple of people in the crowd though moved aside to let him out of the circle
and then followed him down the street. The rest stared at Brett.
“Well?”
he asked wearily. “We gonna go back and listen, or
are we gonna get busted out here?”
Some
more people walked off, and Brett walked back toward the dimly lit entrance to
the club. A few followed. The bouncer looked him over with a wary eye, and
Brett stared back. The bouncer decided he had better things to do. Brett
supposed his assumption was that Brett had outfought Angus, but the truth was
it was at best a draw.
Inside,
Kat was still singing, and the two cultures were starting to mix again. Brett
smiled, even though it hurt his eye. It was definitely time for that scotch.
Waiting for the crowd to thin was no longer an option. When he got it, he
leaned back against the bar and watched from a distance. He’d always liked Kradle because they were fierce and loud and fit a certain
kind of mood. Music like that woke him up better than coffee did. But he’d
never realized that their lead singer was so talented. Stripped of her bandmates , it was so much clearer what she could do. He
watched, mesmerized, through the show and two encores. Finally, Kat told the
crowd in a hoarse voice she couldn’t sing anymore and then hopped off the
stage.
Lisa was right. I
definitely needed to get out more . He sipped his drink. The show was
over, and he might as well go. He wasn’t going to force his way through the
crowd to get to Kat; he’d look like a fanboy , for one
thing. That wasn’t how he wanted to relate to her, not anymore, no matter how
special her music was. He’d always remember the way she moved in response to
his fingers and the gasps she made when she came. How her breasts were almost
too sensitive to be touched. How she liked being spanked. He sipped his drink,
reflecting. Lisa was wrong. He hadn’t been mooning over Kat, but he was getting
all too close to it now. The sound system started playing dance music, and the Kradle fans were heading out. He straightened and got ready
to follow them.
Then
suddenly Kat was at the bar next to him. “Thank you,” she said, standing on her
toes so that she could be heard over the noise.
“Pleasure.”
“Tell
Jessica hi. And that I’m sorry her man got a shiner for me.”
He
blinked. He remembered her saying something about Jessica when she’d been
staring at him and singing the song about cheating, but he hadn’t understood
what she was trying to say. Maybe that she was in a relationship with someone
named Jessica? But now he was confused. “Who is Jessica?”
Kat
curled her nose in disgust. “You know who Jessica is.”
He
racked his brain. He knew a Jessica at the club and had made a corset for her
at the request of her dom ,
Brandon. “Blonde girl? Goes to Le Petit Mort?”
“Yeah. Your sub.”
“My what?” He’d never even played with her,
was stupid. He decided to try reason after all.
“Weird
music, huh?” he said, trying to make his voice sound light.
He
barely ducked Angus’s punch, the red stone on his ring flashing right in front
of Brett’s eyes as he ducked away. He was going to have to fight back. He could
still hear the pounding music in the background of a song he’d never heard
before.
It
wasn’t long until Angus gave him an opening, and he landed a hard punch on the
other man’s jaw. Unfortunately, Angus struck right back, and the ring hurt as
much as he thought it would. Brett was bleeding above his eye, and he knew it
wouldn’t be long before his eye swelled up.
He
could hear sirens in the distance. The Caravan might be in a good neighborhood,
but less than a mile away was DC’s biggest open-air drug market, or at least it
had been when Brett was on the force. The sirens probably didn’t mean anything.
Still, Angus drew back and listened.
The
sirens got louder and closer.
“Let’s
get out of here,” said Angus, and Brett wondered who he was talking to. A
couple of people in the crowd though moved aside to let him out of the circle
and then followed him down the street. The rest stared at Brett.
“Well?”
he asked wearily. “We gonna go back and listen, or
are we gonna get busted out here?”
Some
more people walked off, and Brett walked back toward the dimly lit entrance to
the club. A few followed. The bouncer looked him over with a wary eye, and
Brett stared back. The bouncer decided he had better things to do. Brett
supposed his assumption was that Brett had outfought Angus, but the truth was
it was at best a draw.
Inside,
Kat was still singing, and the two cultures were starting to mix again. Brett
smiled, even though it hurt his eye. It was definitely time for that scotch.
Waiting for the crowd to thin was no longer an option. When he got it, he
leaned back against the bar and watched from a distance. He’d always liked Kradle because they were fierce and loud and fit a certain
kind of mood. Music like that woke him up better than coffee did. But he’d
never realized that their lead singer was so talented. Stripped of her bandmates , it was so much clearer what she could do. He
watched, mesmerized, through the show and two encores. Finally, Kat told the
crowd in a hoarse voice she couldn’t sing anymore and then hopped off the
stage.
Lisa was right. I
definitely needed to get out more . He sipped his drink. The show was
over, and he might as well go. He wasn’t going to force his way through the
crowd to get to Kat; he’d look like a fanboy , for one
thing. That wasn’t how he wanted to relate to her, not anymore, no matter how
special her music was. He’d always remember the way she moved in response to
his fingers and the gasps she made when she came. How her breasts were almost
too sensitive to be touched. How she liked being spanked. He sipped his drink,
reflecting. Lisa was wrong. He hadn’t been mooning over Kat, but he was getting
all too close to it now. The sound system started playing dance music, and the Kradle fans were heading out. He straightened and got ready
to follow them.
Then
suddenly Kat was at the bar next to him. “Thank you,” she said, standing on her
toes so that she could be heard over the noise.
“Pleasure.”
“Tell
Jessica hi. And that I’m sorry her man got a shiner for me.”
He
blinked. He remembered her saying something about Jessica when she’d been
staring at him and singing the song about cheating, but he hadn’t understood
what she was trying to say. Maybe that she was in a relationship with someone
named Jessica? But now he was confused. “Who is Jessica?”
Kat
curled her nose in disgust. “You know who Jessica is.”
He
racked his brain. He knew a Jessica at the club and had made a corset for her
at the request of her dom ,
Brandon. “Blonde girl? Goes to Le Petit Mort?”
“Yeah. Your sub.”
“My what?” He’d never even played with her,
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