lifestyle. Not that he dated much outside the scene, but definitely not within.
With his job, it was just too dangerous. He wasn’t willing to risk his livelihood over someone he’d just met. And yes, he realized the complete ridiculousness of that idea when he’d already risked everything by taking Emma to his house. Hell, just by taking Emma at all. The moment he’d asked her to step out of the car, he’d done the one thing he’d sworn never to do—let his lifestyle choices put his career in jeopardy.
The smart thing to do would be to quit while he was ahead, while she presumably had no reason to go crazy on him and rat him out to his superiors. But then again, if he hadn’t called, that might have pissed her off enough to do exactly that.
He really didn’t think Emma would act out that way, but what the hell did he know? Not her, not really. What he did know was that he hadn’t been able to convince himself not to call. But he had managed to keep from offering a
date
-date, instead keeping things on the play-date level. There was still a risk, of course. Usually when he played with someone at the club, he kept his personal details to a minimum. Unless he’d known the person long term, they were unlikely to be able to track down his job and cause trouble.
Emma would have no difficulty in doing so, but he had a hard time imagining that she would.
Damn.
His mind was just going in circles as he tried to justify the actions he’d already taken. At this point, it didn’t really matter. What was done was done, and what would happen would happen. Because there was no way he was turning around, no way he wasn’t going to meet with Emma at least one more time.
As he’d expected, traffic snarled up even more coming into the city. He switched the radio from music to talk, hoping to find a lively discussion to distract him. When that didn’t work, he called his best friend. He’d gone to college in New York with Toby and they’d both begun exploring BDSM around the same time. Toby had stayed in New York but they still managed to see each other once or twice a year. When his best friend’s wife had been killed in a bad car accident two years before, Drew had taken a week off to be with his friend, support him through the funeral and nurse him through a much deserved drinking spree.
“Hey, buddy,” Toby answered.
“Hey. Entertain me so I don’t go road rage on these poor, unsuspecting fools I’m surrounded by.”
“Where are you? You can’t be at home. Podunk doesn’t have traffic.”
“Tell that to the thirteen people I wrote citations for in the last few days.”
“Oh, poor baby, are those mean citizens you’re supposed to be protecting actually making you work?”
“Bite me.”
“Yes, Sir. Just tell me when and where.”
Drew laughed.
“Sorry, I’m on my way into Boston, not New York. And the subbie I’m looking to hook up with has much better equipment than you do.”
“Ah, you wound me. But if you tell me more, I may forgive you. Details, man, details.”
“I pulled her over for speeding.”
“And got her number? Nice.”
“Eventually I got her number.” He let that hang for a minute of silence.
“No. No way mister straight arrow banged a hottie on shift.”
His lips quirked. Toby, a high school teacher, had a tendency to sound like his kids, and Drew knew him well enough to know he hadn’t meant to be disrespectful.
“Well, it was after shift, and no, I’m not going to give you details. I’ll just say that after the ticket was given and the official transaction complete, we took things to a different level.”
“Nice. And now you’re driving into the city to see her?”
“Yeah. She goes to college near me, actually, but is spending a few days in Boston.”
“Mmm, young and experimental?”
“Twenty-three and been experimenting for a little while. She was wearing a necklace with that BDSM emblem, so not a newbie.” He changed lanes to get around idiots who
With his job, it was just too dangerous. He wasn’t willing to risk his livelihood over someone he’d just met. And yes, he realized the complete ridiculousness of that idea when he’d already risked everything by taking Emma to his house. Hell, just by taking Emma at all. The moment he’d asked her to step out of the car, he’d done the one thing he’d sworn never to do—let his lifestyle choices put his career in jeopardy.
The smart thing to do would be to quit while he was ahead, while she presumably had no reason to go crazy on him and rat him out to his superiors. But then again, if he hadn’t called, that might have pissed her off enough to do exactly that.
He really didn’t think Emma would act out that way, but what the hell did he know? Not her, not really. What he did know was that he hadn’t been able to convince himself not to call. But he had managed to keep from offering a
date
-date, instead keeping things on the play-date level. There was still a risk, of course. Usually when he played with someone at the club, he kept his personal details to a minimum. Unless he’d known the person long term, they were unlikely to be able to track down his job and cause trouble.
Emma would have no difficulty in doing so, but he had a hard time imagining that she would.
Damn.
His mind was just going in circles as he tried to justify the actions he’d already taken. At this point, it didn’t really matter. What was done was done, and what would happen would happen. Because there was no way he was turning around, no way he wasn’t going to meet with Emma at least one more time.
As he’d expected, traffic snarled up even more coming into the city. He switched the radio from music to talk, hoping to find a lively discussion to distract him. When that didn’t work, he called his best friend. He’d gone to college in New York with Toby and they’d both begun exploring BDSM around the same time. Toby had stayed in New York but they still managed to see each other once or twice a year. When his best friend’s wife had been killed in a bad car accident two years before, Drew had taken a week off to be with his friend, support him through the funeral and nurse him through a much deserved drinking spree.
“Hey, buddy,” Toby answered.
“Hey. Entertain me so I don’t go road rage on these poor, unsuspecting fools I’m surrounded by.”
“Where are you? You can’t be at home. Podunk doesn’t have traffic.”
“Tell that to the thirteen people I wrote citations for in the last few days.”
“Oh, poor baby, are those mean citizens you’re supposed to be protecting actually making you work?”
“Bite me.”
“Yes, Sir. Just tell me when and where.”
Drew laughed.
“Sorry, I’m on my way into Boston, not New York. And the subbie I’m looking to hook up with has much better equipment than you do.”
“Ah, you wound me. But if you tell me more, I may forgive you. Details, man, details.”
“I pulled her over for speeding.”
“And got her number? Nice.”
“Eventually I got her number.” He let that hang for a minute of silence.
“No. No way mister straight arrow banged a hottie on shift.”
His lips quirked. Toby, a high school teacher, had a tendency to sound like his kids, and Drew knew him well enough to know he hadn’t meant to be disrespectful.
“Well, it was after shift, and no, I’m not going to give you details. I’ll just say that after the ticket was given and the official transaction complete, we took things to a different level.”
“Nice. And now you’re driving into the city to see her?”
“Yeah. She goes to college near me, actually, but is spending a few days in Boston.”
“Mmm, young and experimental?”
“Twenty-three and been experimenting for a little while. She was wearing a necklace with that BDSM emblem, so not a newbie.” He changed lanes to get around idiots who
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