more than usual,” Jax replied, turning to the two submissives that were now standing in nothing but black leather waist cinchers, laced-topped stockings, and high black boots. Both women had framed their delicate bare pale mounds with hard dark leather. The pair of them were a ready meal for any famished Dom. Jax’s usual smile was absent. Connor got the uneasy feeling that his friend wasn’t telling him something, but now wasn’t the time to address it. “Very pretty, ladies.”
“Thank you, Master Jax,” the blonde replied, having already picked her Dom for the evening. She was a p ro and kept her eyes downcast.
“Shall we head on in to the play area?” Jax asked, taking the lead. “I think you both need to have your bottoms warmed up, so we’ll see what we can do about putting a nice healthy glow on them.”
“You go ahead,” Connor said, indicating that Jax should take both subs with him. “I need something to wet my whistle. I’ll be in shortly.”
“No worries,” Jax replied, glancing toward the bar to see who was there. “I’ll get these little subbies up to speed.”
“I bet you will.” Connor laughed, keeping up the pretense.
He’d give himself five minutes and if he wasn’t making headway with Alex, then he’d join Jax. Connor made his way to the bar. He held up a hand to the bartender and indicated he wanted to place an order.
“What can I get you?”
“Club soda with a twist of lime,” Connor replied, knowing his voice would get Alex to turn his way.
“Connor Ortega?” Alex asked, surprise lacing his voice. “Shit, man. I haven’t seen you around in months. Weren’t you playing over at Masters?”
“I took a break from the scene,” Connor replied, surprised that he didn’t mention Ashley. “Jax and I are hitting the clubs tonight though. We might even end up over there later tonight. Anything new?”
“ Other than your pal Jax learning his way around fire play?” Alex said, laughing. “Man, he did a scene a few weeks ago that people are still talking about.”
Connor nodded, muttering his thanks to the bartender for the drink that was set in front of him. He had no choice but to act like he knew what Alex was talking about, but felt his temper rising that Jax hadn’t handed that information over himself.
“Have you been over at Masters? I hear Joel is pissed off that he’s losing clientele.”
“Joel doesn’t get pissed,” Connor replied, knowing for a fact that the owner of Masters was as laid back as one could get. “Why? Is Gerry spreading rumors again?”
Joel Summit and Gerry Mason had been business partners for years until they had a falling out over money. They went their separate ways years ago, until Gerry somehow came up with enough cash to front another club. Where Joel was smart and knew that two clubs would only bring in more business from out-of-towners, Gerry was still in the mindset that if he stole enough members, Joel’s business would close. At least, that’s what rumor said. Connor had always maintained neutral ground, but preferred the clientele over at Masters.
“ Hell, no,” Alex replied, taking a drink of soda straight from the can. “Gerry’s been lying low. I ran into Beverly the other day. She mentioned that she overheard Joel say that his numbers were low.”
Connor could tell by Alex’s body language that he was waiting for him to ask why Gerry had been lying low, but knew he’d get more information if he were to walk away. Knowing that drinks weren’t allowed inside the play area, Connor finished off his club soda and smacked the glass on the counter.
“Masters looked busy when I was there last weekend,” Connor said, taking out his wallet and leaving a few ones to cover his tab. “Jax is waiting for me with two subs that are clamoring for attention, so I’d better head in.”
“Hey, you ’re a private dick, right?” Alex asked,
“Thank you, Master Jax,” the blonde replied, having already picked her Dom for the evening. She was a p ro and kept her eyes downcast.
“Shall we head on in to the play area?” Jax asked, taking the lead. “I think you both need to have your bottoms warmed up, so we’ll see what we can do about putting a nice healthy glow on them.”
“You go ahead,” Connor said, indicating that Jax should take both subs with him. “I need something to wet my whistle. I’ll be in shortly.”
“No worries,” Jax replied, glancing toward the bar to see who was there. “I’ll get these little subbies up to speed.”
“I bet you will.” Connor laughed, keeping up the pretense.
He’d give himself five minutes and if he wasn’t making headway with Alex, then he’d join Jax. Connor made his way to the bar. He held up a hand to the bartender and indicated he wanted to place an order.
“What can I get you?”
“Club soda with a twist of lime,” Connor replied, knowing his voice would get Alex to turn his way.
“Connor Ortega?” Alex asked, surprise lacing his voice. “Shit, man. I haven’t seen you around in months. Weren’t you playing over at Masters?”
“I took a break from the scene,” Connor replied, surprised that he didn’t mention Ashley. “Jax and I are hitting the clubs tonight though. We might even end up over there later tonight. Anything new?”
“ Other than your pal Jax learning his way around fire play?” Alex said, laughing. “Man, he did a scene a few weeks ago that people are still talking about.”
Connor nodded, muttering his thanks to the bartender for the drink that was set in front of him. He had no choice but to act like he knew what Alex was talking about, but felt his temper rising that Jax hadn’t handed that information over himself.
“Have you been over at Masters? I hear Joel is pissed off that he’s losing clientele.”
“Joel doesn’t get pissed,” Connor replied, knowing for a fact that the owner of Masters was as laid back as one could get. “Why? Is Gerry spreading rumors again?”
Joel Summit and Gerry Mason had been business partners for years until they had a falling out over money. They went their separate ways years ago, until Gerry somehow came up with enough cash to front another club. Where Joel was smart and knew that two clubs would only bring in more business from out-of-towners, Gerry was still in the mindset that if he stole enough members, Joel’s business would close. At least, that’s what rumor said. Connor had always maintained neutral ground, but preferred the clientele over at Masters.
“ Hell, no,” Alex replied, taking a drink of soda straight from the can. “Gerry’s been lying low. I ran into Beverly the other day. She mentioned that she overheard Joel say that his numbers were low.”
Connor could tell by Alex’s body language that he was waiting for him to ask why Gerry had been lying low, but knew he’d get more information if he were to walk away. Knowing that drinks weren’t allowed inside the play area, Connor finished off his club soda and smacked the glass on the counter.
“Masters looked busy when I was there last weekend,” Connor said, taking out his wallet and leaving a few ones to cover his tab. “Jax is waiting for me with two subs that are clamoring for attention, so I’d better head in.”
“Hey, you ’re a private dick, right?” Alex asked,
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