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admitting that they didn’t recognize or remember someone. As it was she didn’t think Jennie was all there anyway.
    Jennie blinked, looking first at Tasha and then at Damon. “Oh yeah, I know them. Big time. These two are hot, super hot.”
    “Fine. You can go.” Demario waved her away.
    “Sir, if you please.” Tasha leaned toward Marco and cocked her head as if she were listening. He played along and leaned forward, lips pressed to her ear.
    “I don’t recognize that woman. I don’t think it was her,” he said.
    Tasha nodded. “I will ask for you, Sir.” To Demario, she said, “My Master’s friend would like to spend some time with Jennie.”
    “That’s up to her. I don’t play these weird games.” Demario caught himself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just… It’s been a long day.”
    Marco pointed two fingers at Jennie, crooked them in a come-here gesture and then pointed at the floor at his feet. Jennie’s eyes widened and she scrambled to obey. Even Tasha felt a little flutter at that display of casual dominance.
    Demario cleared his throat. “Uh, what did your, um, Master, want exactly?”
    “As I said, he’d like to have me perform at your club.”
    “He wants me to give you a job?”
    “No, Sir. He simply wants an audience.”
    Demario stuck his hands in his pockets, took them out again. “We have pretty strict rules about what can happen here. People aren’t allowed to just come and play.”
    “Rules?” Tasha asked.
    “No full nudity. No real spankings, whippings, anything like that. If you saw Jennie when you came in, then you saw her getting beat with a fake whip made out of lightweight plastic and velvet. It’s all fake, a performance. That’s how we’re zoned.”
    Tasha’s mind was racing, but she nodded. “We understand, Sir.”
    “Okay then, yeah, you’re welcome to do your thing.” Demario looked around. “Would that stage work? I’ll get the lights on.”
    “Yes, thank you.”
    “What are you drinking? I’ll send over a bottle as a thank you for coming in and giving us a bit of a show.”
    “My Master prefers single-malt scotch.”
    “Oh, uh, okay. Maybe not a bottle.”
    When Demario was gone, Tasha rose to her feet and perched on Damon’s knee, crossing her arms behind her back. He closed his big, warm hands around her waist, stroked his thumbs over her belly. Tasha doubted he realized he was doing it, but for her it felt as intimate and powerful as if he’d fucked her. She shouldn’t be having this reaction to him.
    “Marco says he’s never seen that woman before,” Tasha whispered to him, trying to ignore the way she was shivering in reaction to his touch.
    “I didn’t think it was her either, but her voice—there’s something familiar about it. It’s hard to imagine her with hair and without all the piercings, but maybe it is her. She changed a lot. On purpose?”
    “Undoubtedly. And I think she’s drugged.”
    “What?”
    “The tattoo on her arm. That’s to cover track marks. Either she was a druggie before, or they got her addicted after she took the video in order to keep her quiet.”
    “Who are they?”
    “Later. We need to talk about what’s going to happen next.”
    “I assume we’re leaving.”
    “No. I need to be alone with Jennie, and I’d like to see the back room or office. Someone is paying big money to visit her—paying enough that Demario is keeping her on staff when he doesn’t want to. I need the name of that person.”
    “So what, I create a distraction and you sneak away?”
    “Something like that.”
    Behind them two spotlights clicked on and illuminated the raised platform set against the wall. It was about eight feet wide, four feet deep and three feet off the floor. Tasha looked from it to Marco and Jennie.
    Marco had his hand on the back of Jennie’s neck, a mimicry of how Damon had held her. Jennie’s eyes were closed and she was swaying slightly. She was high or seriously drunk, possibly