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long enough to get their drinks. Let’s go and see if Lance got anything more out of her. I really don’t think he will. That lady was scared shitless, and she could sure yell.”
Clay and Angel made their way to Lance’s office and knocked on the door. Once told to come in, they saw that the woman was now calm with a drink in her hand. Lance stopped the conversation to introduce them. “Betty, this is Clay and Angel. They work for the club and handle security. If you can think of anything at all that could help us, we would greatly appreciate it.”
Betty looked up at Clay and Angel. Her eyes were still red-rimmed but she had a much calmer demeanor.
“I really didn’t see anything, it happened so fast. He was on me so fast and swept me off my feet, I thought I would go headfirst into the pavement. His arms were the only thing holding me up. Then I remembered the keys in my hand and stabbed back at him. That’s it.”
Betty paused and stared at the floor as if she was rethinking what had happened her. Her back was now stiff as she sat in the chair. Suddenly, she raised her head.
“I remember his shoes. I’m so used to the Doms in the club wearing boots, that his fancy shoes seemed out of place. That’s what crossed my mind, just before I remembered my keys and stabbing back at him. I think I must have hit his balls. He seemed to let me go awful fast. Then I just screamed my head off and ran for the club. I know it’s not much more, but that’s all I can remember.”
Clay knew it wasn’t much, but it was the first piece of evidence that they had gotten so far.
“Would you like to report it to the police?” Lance asked Betty. Shaking her head Betty refused his offer.
Picking up the phone Lance ordered his limo to take her home. “I hope this doesn’t stop you from coming back to the club? I hate that this happened, and I take full responsibility. But I will be taking steps to prevent this from ever happening again. I will be installing better lighting in the parking lot and adding more cameras. Please consider your membership paid in full for this mishap.”
Betty seemed relieved at Lance’s words “Thanks I will be back. I love your club.”Lance got up from his seat beside her and escorted her back into the entranceway and down to his limo that was waiting at the front steps.
Upon Lance’s return, the three men went over what Betty had told them. “The shoes weren’t the type the Doms wear. While the club does have lockers, most of the Doms come ready to play. The lockers are only used for their wallets and jackets while in the club. It doesn’t totally take them out of the running, but it seems to be pointing to a non-member, maybe just a guest. I guess it’s not much, but it would make me feel better, if it wasn’t a member of my club,” Lance said from his seat behind his desk.
Clay asked him if they kept track of all the guests, but Lance had never seen the need to, as newcomers already needed a guest pass to get in. And only another member could give them out. So if the guy had visited the club, someone would have to have known him, and well, to give him a guest pass.
Angel, who had sprawled into a chair after Betty left, added, “But what about just coming off the street? The parking lot is not fenced. Anyone could come from the street and into the parking lot without going into the club.”
Clay shook his head. “I thought of that, Angel, but with the club so secluded it wouldn’t be a random person off the street. They would have to know about the club. Lance doesn’t do advertising. It’s all word of mouth, so it would have to be a customer or one of the people that work here. In this part of town, being that it’s mostly warehouses that let out at five or six each day, it doesn’t get much traffic after that. The club doesn’t even open its doors until eight p.m.”
“Why don’t we meet in our office tomorrow? Lance can get the security tape, and we’ll go over
Clay and Angel made their way to Lance’s office and knocked on the door. Once told to come in, they saw that the woman was now calm with a drink in her hand. Lance stopped the conversation to introduce them. “Betty, this is Clay and Angel. They work for the club and handle security. If you can think of anything at all that could help us, we would greatly appreciate it.”
Betty looked up at Clay and Angel. Her eyes were still red-rimmed but she had a much calmer demeanor.
“I really didn’t see anything, it happened so fast. He was on me so fast and swept me off my feet, I thought I would go headfirst into the pavement. His arms were the only thing holding me up. Then I remembered the keys in my hand and stabbed back at him. That’s it.”
Betty paused and stared at the floor as if she was rethinking what had happened her. Her back was now stiff as she sat in the chair. Suddenly, she raised her head.
“I remember his shoes. I’m so used to the Doms in the club wearing boots, that his fancy shoes seemed out of place. That’s what crossed my mind, just before I remembered my keys and stabbing back at him. I think I must have hit his balls. He seemed to let me go awful fast. Then I just screamed my head off and ran for the club. I know it’s not much more, but that’s all I can remember.”
Clay knew it wasn’t much, but it was the first piece of evidence that they had gotten so far.
“Would you like to report it to the police?” Lance asked Betty. Shaking her head Betty refused his offer.
Picking up the phone Lance ordered his limo to take her home. “I hope this doesn’t stop you from coming back to the club? I hate that this happened, and I take full responsibility. But I will be taking steps to prevent this from ever happening again. I will be installing better lighting in the parking lot and adding more cameras. Please consider your membership paid in full for this mishap.”
Betty seemed relieved at Lance’s words “Thanks I will be back. I love your club.”Lance got up from his seat beside her and escorted her back into the entranceway and down to his limo that was waiting at the front steps.
Upon Lance’s return, the three men went over what Betty had told them. “The shoes weren’t the type the Doms wear. While the club does have lockers, most of the Doms come ready to play. The lockers are only used for their wallets and jackets while in the club. It doesn’t totally take them out of the running, but it seems to be pointing to a non-member, maybe just a guest. I guess it’s not much, but it would make me feel better, if it wasn’t a member of my club,” Lance said from his seat behind his desk.
Clay asked him if they kept track of all the guests, but Lance had never seen the need to, as newcomers already needed a guest pass to get in. And only another member could give them out. So if the guy had visited the club, someone would have to have known him, and well, to give him a guest pass.
Angel, who had sprawled into a chair after Betty left, added, “But what about just coming off the street? The parking lot is not fenced. Anyone could come from the street and into the parking lot without going into the club.”
Clay shook his head. “I thought of that, Angel, but with the club so secluded it wouldn’t be a random person off the street. They would have to know about the club. Lance doesn’t do advertising. It’s all word of mouth, so it would have to be a customer or one of the people that work here. In this part of town, being that it’s mostly warehouses that let out at five or six each day, it doesn’t get much traffic after that. The club doesn’t even open its doors until eight p.m.”
“Why don’t we meet in our office tomorrow? Lance can get the security tape, and we’ll go over
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