something he’d forget.
Adjusting the cameras’ positions, he leaned closer and
scanned a number of female forms, including the babe on the four-poster, her
wrists cuffed above her head. Hardly the greatest actress, she looked far less
vulnerable than Nikki had when she’d stripped. If Mitch hadn’t caught his arm
then, Connor wasn’t certain what he would have done. Touched her most likely,
giving her some BS about it being his job to see if her cunt was as soft and
smooth as it looked, if her ass was as firm, her lips as supple, molding to
his, yielding.
He recalled her magnolia scent and imagined how she’d taste,
her mouth all wet and warm, her tongue bearing a hint of peppermint toothpaste.
Beneath his hands, her muscles would tremble slightly, her skin growing moist.
She’d moan. He’d groan. They’d behave like the teens they’d once been. At least
in his dumb fantasies.
“Where the hell are you?” he muttered. His attention jumped
from screen to screen.
She wasn’t dancing nude in the areas set up for that, nor
was she in any of the fetish zones. Had she somehow wandered into the same sex
territories? Frowning, he studied the spaces. Nope, she wasn’t in any of them.
He concentrated again on the Virgin Room until something in the corner of his
eye caught his interest…a brief flash or sparkle. Not from one of the many
candles. Oh no.
Nikki’s body jewelry.
Turned to the next monitor, Connor stared at those
glittering gems and what else she’d chosen to wear. He gripped the edge of the
desk to keep steady. With her back to the bar, Nikki waited for the order she’d
put in, her attention darting about the shadowy room as though she were looking
for someone.
Old boyfriends from high school? If any of them showed up
tonight, they sure as hell wouldn’t recognize her.
“What the fuck?”
Connor didn’t bother to acknowledge his brother’s sudden
presence. Mitch strode to the monitors, squinting for a better look, his
murderous expression saying he didn’t like what he saw. “Was it your idea to
have her work in that room?”
As though he had the power to make her do anything he
wanted? “Shoshana said it was Nikki’s. I didn’t think she’d even show up,
remember?”
“She shouldn’t be anywhere in this club.”
No, she should not.
Connor’s jaw clenched as two guys eyed her hungrily. They
leaned toward each other, exchanging comments that made both of them smile,
then one flagged down a server. With a nod, the young woman acknowledged
whatever they’d asked for, writing it on her notepad.
The bartender delivered Nikki’s drink order. She headed for
the two men, each step causing her sleek muscles to ripple slightly, enhanced
by the candlelight. It didn’t take a psychic to know what was going to happen
next. Connor saw the truth of it in those guys’ expressions. Shit.
Why in the fuck did she show up? Why in the hell was she
continuing to do this? Why couldn’t she be like the Nikki he recalled, the one
he thought he knew? The girl he didn’t want to care about any longer. The one
he wasn’t about to forgive and didn’t want to protect.
“Crap,” Mitch said, leaving the office.
Metallica’s Frantic pumped through the BDSM Room, raw
and provoking. The scents of male musk, leather, smoke and hard liquor
overwhelmed the more delicate female fragrances. Against the wall were several
young women chained in various positions. Some faced the crowd, arms shackled
above their heads, their naked breasts or cunts a sensual feast for every
patron to observe. Others faced the wall, exposing their asses to discipline.
The frame on the platform was still empty, but now bathed in
the haze of cigar smoke and the glow of an overhead spotlight, as soft as the
candles’ illumination. An earlier announcement revealed that tonight the
patrons could bid on it and the young woman they wanted to see punished there.
With her tray held slightly above her shoulder and her body
exposed,
Adjusting the cameras’ positions, he leaned closer and
scanned a number of female forms, including the babe on the four-poster, her
wrists cuffed above her head. Hardly the greatest actress, she looked far less
vulnerable than Nikki had when she’d stripped. If Mitch hadn’t caught his arm
then, Connor wasn’t certain what he would have done. Touched her most likely,
giving her some BS about it being his job to see if her cunt was as soft and
smooth as it looked, if her ass was as firm, her lips as supple, molding to
his, yielding.
He recalled her magnolia scent and imagined how she’d taste,
her mouth all wet and warm, her tongue bearing a hint of peppermint toothpaste.
Beneath his hands, her muscles would tremble slightly, her skin growing moist.
She’d moan. He’d groan. They’d behave like the teens they’d once been. At least
in his dumb fantasies.
“Where the hell are you?” he muttered. His attention jumped
from screen to screen.
She wasn’t dancing nude in the areas set up for that, nor
was she in any of the fetish zones. Had she somehow wandered into the same sex
territories? Frowning, he studied the spaces. Nope, she wasn’t in any of them.
He concentrated again on the Virgin Room until something in the corner of his
eye caught his interest…a brief flash or sparkle. Not from one of the many
candles. Oh no.
Nikki’s body jewelry.
Turned to the next monitor, Connor stared at those
glittering gems and what else she’d chosen to wear. He gripped the edge of the
desk to keep steady. With her back to the bar, Nikki waited for the order she’d
put in, her attention darting about the shadowy room as though she were looking
for someone.
Old boyfriends from high school? If any of them showed up
tonight, they sure as hell wouldn’t recognize her.
“What the fuck?”
Connor didn’t bother to acknowledge his brother’s sudden
presence. Mitch strode to the monitors, squinting for a better look, his
murderous expression saying he didn’t like what he saw. “Was it your idea to
have her work in that room?”
As though he had the power to make her do anything he
wanted? “Shoshana said it was Nikki’s. I didn’t think she’d even show up,
remember?”
“She shouldn’t be anywhere in this club.”
No, she should not.
Connor’s jaw clenched as two guys eyed her hungrily. They
leaned toward each other, exchanging comments that made both of them smile,
then one flagged down a server. With a nod, the young woman acknowledged
whatever they’d asked for, writing it on her notepad.
The bartender delivered Nikki’s drink order. She headed for
the two men, each step causing her sleek muscles to ripple slightly, enhanced
by the candlelight. It didn’t take a psychic to know what was going to happen
next. Connor saw the truth of it in those guys’ expressions. Shit.
Why in the fuck did she show up? Why in the hell was she
continuing to do this? Why couldn’t she be like the Nikki he recalled, the one
he thought he knew? The girl he didn’t want to care about any longer. The one
he wasn’t about to forgive and didn’t want to protect.
“Crap,” Mitch said, leaving the office.
Metallica’s Frantic pumped through the BDSM Room, raw
and provoking. The scents of male musk, leather, smoke and hard liquor
overwhelmed the more delicate female fragrances. Against the wall were several
young women chained in various positions. Some faced the crowd, arms shackled
above their heads, their naked breasts or cunts a sensual feast for every
patron to observe. Others faced the wall, exposing their asses to discipline.
The frame on the platform was still empty, but now bathed in
the haze of cigar smoke and the glow of an overhead spotlight, as soft as the
candles’ illumination. An earlier announcement revealed that tonight the
patrons could bid on it and the young woman they wanted to see punished there.
With her tray held slightly above her shoulder and her body
exposed,
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