loved dancing, moving, feeling her body come alive to the music. As did most of the other women and a few of the men who moved between the three clubs like a wave, the faces changing through the night as the club-hopping thrill took them over, though there were regular all-nighters specific to each club.
And there were new faces nightly. Plenty of them. Women dipping their toes into the open sexuality afforded them. Men playing at being Doms, finding a vicarious thrill in the openness of the women they found there.
Alcohol flowed like water, and drugs were the dirty little under-the-table side benefit. There was no evidence that the owner supplied the drugs or condoned them. Bouncers made a habit of throwing out the less secretive dealers and users, but for the most part, drugs were easy to come by.
Dressed now in snug leather pants and a half corset with black thin leather cups that covered her breasts, and high-heeled black leather boots, Morganna swayed sensually to the music.
Cinched low on her hips, nearly to her thighs, was her favorite wide black leather belt. She hooked her thumbs into it as she made her way to the bar and her first drink of the night before she let her body go, her gaze staying centered on the crowd.
She had perfected the ability to dance, letting the pulse of the music pound through her, as she watched the crowd and picked up probable victims of the drug she and her team were searching for.
"Morganna, darling. Gorgeous outfit." One of the younger regulars stopped her as she made her way to the bar. Cletus Tomas was a quarterback for the university. A gentle giant with a taste for female Dommes.
"Thanks, Clete." She reached up and patted his cheek, smacking a kiss toward him for the boost in confidence.
"You gonna dance with me, baby?" His wide face creased into a smile, his black eyes dancing with good humor as he stared down at her from his near-seven-foot height with a reverence that never failed to make her laugh.
"Maybe later, sweetie," she yelled over the music. "I need a drink and a chance to settle in first."
He winked as his gaze went over the black leather pants and half corset. At the side of her belt she wore a pair of silver handcuffs and the small leather pouch that carried her essentials.
"Save me a dance then, beautiful." He winked at her slowly. "I could let you learn to use those handcuffs if you like. Just say when."
"They wouldn't fit you," she laughed back. "Go play, Clete. I'll catch up with you later."
He threw his hand up in a farewell as he moved through the crowd, his wide body parting the ocean of Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
humanity like an unerodible boulder.
She shook her head before moving to the bar, sliding in quickly as a barstool was vacated before smiling in triumph at the line waiting to do the same thing.
"Lawry, I need a drink," she called to the bartender. "The good stuff."
Kentucky whiskey. Something to calm the pulse of fury moving through her blood as she felt the absence of the receiver that Joe hadn't replaced.
The fact that Craig hadn't stopped by the house or been waiting in the parking lot to check her in was telling. The team's black van was in place, though, which meant they were watching something.
She took a hard sip of the glass Lawry set in front of her, then breathed deep against the fire burning to her stomach. That easy, she had been dumped. Because of Clint.
She turned on the stool, holding the glass in one hand as she leaned back against the hardwood bar behind her and stared out over the heads of the crowd packed into the cavernous room. The raised bar floor allowed those at the bar to survey most of the room.
She found Craig first, staring back at her from a slouch against one of the large pillars placed strategically to bear the weight of the roof in such a large area. She followed his gaze then to a table set back from the dance floor but not quite in the
And there were new faces nightly. Plenty of them. Women dipping their toes into the open sexuality afforded them. Men playing at being Doms, finding a vicarious thrill in the openness of the women they found there.
Alcohol flowed like water, and drugs were the dirty little under-the-table side benefit. There was no evidence that the owner supplied the drugs or condoned them. Bouncers made a habit of throwing out the less secretive dealers and users, but for the most part, drugs were easy to come by.
Dressed now in snug leather pants and a half corset with black thin leather cups that covered her breasts, and high-heeled black leather boots, Morganna swayed sensually to the music.
Cinched low on her hips, nearly to her thighs, was her favorite wide black leather belt. She hooked her thumbs into it as she made her way to the bar and her first drink of the night before she let her body go, her gaze staying centered on the crowd.
She had perfected the ability to dance, letting the pulse of the music pound through her, as she watched the crowd and picked up probable victims of the drug she and her team were searching for.
"Morganna, darling. Gorgeous outfit." One of the younger regulars stopped her as she made her way to the bar. Cletus Tomas was a quarterback for the university. A gentle giant with a taste for female Dommes.
"Thanks, Clete." She reached up and patted his cheek, smacking a kiss toward him for the boost in confidence.
"You gonna dance with me, baby?" His wide face creased into a smile, his black eyes dancing with good humor as he stared down at her from his near-seven-foot height with a reverence that never failed to make her laugh.
"Maybe later, sweetie," she yelled over the music. "I need a drink and a chance to settle in first."
He winked as his gaze went over the black leather pants and half corset. At the side of her belt she wore a pair of silver handcuffs and the small leather pouch that carried her essentials.
"Save me a dance then, beautiful." He winked at her slowly. "I could let you learn to use those handcuffs if you like. Just say when."
"They wouldn't fit you," she laughed back. "Go play, Clete. I'll catch up with you later."
He threw his hand up in a farewell as he moved through the crowd, his wide body parting the ocean of Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
humanity like an unerodible boulder.
She shook her head before moving to the bar, sliding in quickly as a barstool was vacated before smiling in triumph at the line waiting to do the same thing.
"Lawry, I need a drink," she called to the bartender. "The good stuff."
Kentucky whiskey. Something to calm the pulse of fury moving through her blood as she felt the absence of the receiver that Joe hadn't replaced.
The fact that Craig hadn't stopped by the house or been waiting in the parking lot to check her in was telling. The team's black van was in place, though, which meant they were watching something.
She took a hard sip of the glass Lawry set in front of her, then breathed deep against the fire burning to her stomach. That easy, she had been dumped. Because of Clint.
She turned on the stool, holding the glass in one hand as she leaned back against the hardwood bar behind her and stared out over the heads of the crowd packed into the cavernous room. The raised bar floor allowed those at the bar to survey most of the room.
She found Craig first, staring back at her from a slouch against one of the large pillars placed strategically to bear the weight of the roof in such a large area. She followed his gaze then to a table set back from the dance floor but not quite in the
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