lowering his voice and stepping closer to prevent Connor from leaving. Snap. And there lay his prey. He knew that Alex couldn’t allow a murder that happened a week ago to go without comment. “Do you have any insight on the Marilyn Sweeney case?”
“I work shit jobs, Alex. You know, cheating spouses and deadbeat dads.” Connor shrugged. “I heard about what happened, though. It’s a shame. I thought Terry was a good guy.”
“That’s why Gerry’s lying low,” Alex said. Now they were getting somewhere. Connor nodded to a member he vaguely remembered from Masters as the man walked by, giving off the impression that what Alex was saying was of no interest. “The police were here asking questions about Terry. Gerry had to hand over his member list and it turns out that Marilyn wasn’t on it.”
Connor knew that wasn’t true, as Taryn had hacked into both clubs’ computer systems and garnered every piece of information they might need. Marilyn Sweeney’s name had been on that list. Had Gerry taken it off? If so, why? Not wanting to appear over eager for answers, Connor reached around Alex for the peanut dish and tossed one into his mouth.
“Really?” Connor asked. He popped another peanut. “Well, like I said, I’ve been out of the scene for a couple of months. The way you can gather information, maybe you should be the private investigator.”
Alex’s chest ballooned with the fake compliment, but it did what Connor hoped it would do. Within seconds, he revealed that Gerry said Marilyn played at Whip as a guest and that he’d been trying to pilfer members away from Masters. Alex continued to drone on until Connor knew there was nothing else to gain. Taking his leave, Connor walked through the long, heavy red velvet curtain into what resembled a dungeon.
Cages were situated in each corner, holding submissives that were either being disciplined or punished. The middle of the floor held a suspension area where a sub was currently hanging and being subjected to a cane. From her cries of pleasure, it didn’t seem that she had an objection. The place felt crowded, but each roped-off section had enough room for play and the dungeon monitors looked to have things under control.
Connor spotted Jax sitting on a couch, caressing the blonde’s hair as it draped over his knee. They were talking in low tones and the background music prevented their voices from carrying. Making his way over, he saw that Juliet was kneeling in the correct position on the floor. Knowing he would have to do a light scene and thinking maybe this was exactly what he needed, Connor couldn’t help but picture Lauren at her apartment drinking wine by herself.
“I’ve kept Juliet busy as she waited for you,” Jax said, gesturing with his head.
Connor looked down to see that her right hand was manipulating her clit. Juices glistened on her inner thigh underneath the dim lighting from above. There was no doubt she was a pretty young thing, but nowhere near carrying the class that Lauren did. He clenched his teeth in irritation that she crossed his mind again.
“Did you make that phone call you needed to?” Jax asked, coming across as relaxed. “I told Juliet that you’d probably get called into work, but not to worry. I have plans for the two of these subs and as long as they behave, everyone will be satisfied before the lights go out.”
“ That’s what I was coming to tell you,” Connor said, taking the bait. He wanted to check out that client list and also read over Gerry Mason’s statement. Him leaving had nothing to do with Lauren. “Juliet, I’m sure you’ll be fine in Master Jax’s care. Be warned though, I hear he does a kick-ass fire play scene.”
Connor’s comment didn’t faze Jax in the least. It was obvious that his friend didn’t want to even acknowledge that he was acting out of character. He wouldn’t push the issue
“I work shit jobs, Alex. You know, cheating spouses and deadbeat dads.” Connor shrugged. “I heard about what happened, though. It’s a shame. I thought Terry was a good guy.”
“That’s why Gerry’s lying low,” Alex said. Now they were getting somewhere. Connor nodded to a member he vaguely remembered from Masters as the man walked by, giving off the impression that what Alex was saying was of no interest. “The police were here asking questions about Terry. Gerry had to hand over his member list and it turns out that Marilyn wasn’t on it.”
Connor knew that wasn’t true, as Taryn had hacked into both clubs’ computer systems and garnered every piece of information they might need. Marilyn Sweeney’s name had been on that list. Had Gerry taken it off? If so, why? Not wanting to appear over eager for answers, Connor reached around Alex for the peanut dish and tossed one into his mouth.
“Really?” Connor asked. He popped another peanut. “Well, like I said, I’ve been out of the scene for a couple of months. The way you can gather information, maybe you should be the private investigator.”
Alex’s chest ballooned with the fake compliment, but it did what Connor hoped it would do. Within seconds, he revealed that Gerry said Marilyn played at Whip as a guest and that he’d been trying to pilfer members away from Masters. Alex continued to drone on until Connor knew there was nothing else to gain. Taking his leave, Connor walked through the long, heavy red velvet curtain into what resembled a dungeon.
Cages were situated in each corner, holding submissives that were either being disciplined or punished. The middle of the floor held a suspension area where a sub was currently hanging and being subjected to a cane. From her cries of pleasure, it didn’t seem that she had an objection. The place felt crowded, but each roped-off section had enough room for play and the dungeon monitors looked to have things under control.
Connor spotted Jax sitting on a couch, caressing the blonde’s hair as it draped over his knee. They were talking in low tones and the background music prevented their voices from carrying. Making his way over, he saw that Juliet was kneeling in the correct position on the floor. Knowing he would have to do a light scene and thinking maybe this was exactly what he needed, Connor couldn’t help but picture Lauren at her apartment drinking wine by herself.
“I’ve kept Juliet busy as she waited for you,” Jax said, gesturing with his head.
Connor looked down to see that her right hand was manipulating her clit. Juices glistened on her inner thigh underneath the dim lighting from above. There was no doubt she was a pretty young thing, but nowhere near carrying the class that Lauren did. He clenched his teeth in irritation that she crossed his mind again.
“Did you make that phone call you needed to?” Jax asked, coming across as relaxed. “I told Juliet that you’d probably get called into work, but not to worry. I have plans for the two of these subs and as long as they behave, everyone will be satisfied before the lights go out.”
“ That’s what I was coming to tell you,” Connor said, taking the bait. He wanted to check out that client list and also read over Gerry Mason’s statement. Him leaving had nothing to do with Lauren. “Juliet, I’m sure you’ll be fine in Master Jax’s care. Be warned though, I hear he does a kick-ass fire play scene.”
Connor’s comment didn’t faze Jax in the least. It was obvious that his friend didn’t want to even acknowledge that he was acting out of character. He wouldn’t push the issue
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