The Training of Toby (Masters of the Mansion Book 2) by Suzanne Steele Page B

to woo a woman who worked in a dive. Many times, they were the ones who had aged out or had issues with drugs, which meant they were more desperate for money and much more inclined to meet with him after closing hours. Though he was in the mood for a challenge tonight, he knew his limitations.
    The loud music reverberated off the establishment’s walls and hit him full-force, as did the need to stop and take a moment to adjust to the dim lighting upon entering the club.
    He waited a moment before he made his way from the hallway and into the main area. When he did, he noted that it held three different stages. Each stage had its own dancer, grinding up and down the pole centered on a raised platform. He took a moment to study his surroundings and pulled the baseball cap down further over his eyes. To the unsuspecting observer, he looked like any other middle class, blue collar, working man wanting to blow off the stress accumulated during the day.
    He eyed a corner booth hidden in the shadows and headed over, knowing it would only be a matter of moments before he would be approached by one of the women for a lap dance. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he was sought out and it was by a woman with a bad bleach job, too much make-up, and slutty clothes that were anything but sexy.
    He was in the process of sending her away when something she said changed his mind.
    “Hey, I know you. You were at the clinic where I came to get my blood testing done for the month.”
    Many of the clubs demanded the women were tested monthly and evidently this was one of them. He hadn’t thought about that when he chose to come in tonight; he just assumed that a dive like this wouldn’t have scruples when it came to STDs. Though his first reaction was to consider leaving, his second thought was to use this knowledge to his advantage.
    “Well, I hope you came back clean because I’m ready to party.”
    “Oh really, and what did you have in mind?”
    He pulled a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and spoke, “Well, we can start with this. If you’re a good girl, I might be inclined to add four more to it but you’d have to be willing to spend the night with me. Let’s just say that I’m lonely. I just went through a divorce and I need a warm body next to me.”
    “Baby, for five hundred dollars, I can give you a hell of a lot more than a warm body.”
    “I just bet you can. I think I might just take you up on that.”

Master William
    Master William sat at his desk and watched the computer screen, listening to his slave as she spoke to the boy she was training.
    His slave was smart. There was no doubt about that. It was one of the things that had initially drawn him to the girl. She was multidimensional, just like the lifestyle they lived. There was so much more to Mistress Diamond than what could be seen on the surface.
    On the surface, she was a confident, well dressed, and in control Mistress, but peel back those layers and, my, oh my, there was so much more to the woman.
    It took a hell of a lot of insight to see into the BDSM dynamics the way she just had. Even he hadn’t thought about what she had just voiced to the boy. He was responsible for him through her ownership. In some odd sort of way, listening to her voice the hierarchy of their triangular relationship, put everything in a whole new perspective for him. He was responsible for the boy’s safety and wellbeing.
    Though he still wasn’t allowing the boy to fuck her, maybe it was time to include him in some of their bedroom activities as a form of training.
    What many Doms didn’t understand, due to their egos, was that, at times, the teacher learns from the student. This was definitely one such case. It suddenly dawned on him that he had no reason to be jealous. Perhaps taking Toby under his wing would be beneficial. If the boy bonded to the both of them, it would only solidify the woman he loved staying at The Mansion.
    Maybe he had been looking at things the wrong