Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
I roll my eyes and follow Kira down the hallway into the club. I know from experience that bouncers here can get all the ass they want. Little fucker better keep it in his pants when it comes to Kira.
Though, I suppose, she said her and that dumb fiancé of hers are in an open relationship. So maybe she’s hoping to hook up sometime here before they tie the knot. I’m only half-buying that research bullshit.
When we round the hallway and get into the club proper, I see the usual crowd. Jinx is crawling on the floor naked with nothing but a collar, a puppy mask, and butt-plugged tail. Their leash is held by their sub, Gemini.
Gemini’s chatting with Quinn by the bar, who also has a collared puppied-out sub at her feet. Her sub is busy licking her boots. His cock is in a chastity device and his ass is already red with her marks. He wiggles his butt to make his puppy tail wag.
Quinn waves Kira over. I can tell Kira was just about to take a seat to observe quietly, but she puts her shoulders back bravely and walks over to the bar. I follow but keep my distance to give them space. It doesn’t mean I’m not close enough to still listen in.
“Good to see you, darling,” Quinn says, giving her a hug.
I gotta give it to Kira, she doesn’t look uncomfortable at all hugging Quinn, even though Quinn’s all geared out in a PVC corset that’s squishing her tits up to her collarbone, with a riding crop in hand.
“You, too! How’ve you been?”
Quinn sighs as they pull apart. “Same old, same old. Afternoons at the office, nights here.”
The sub at her feet whines and looks up at her.
“Down, dog!” Quinn barks and smacks his ass with the crop. She rolls her eyes as the sub shudders in delight.
“You work so much,” Kira says, eyebrows scrunched. “When do you take time to just take care of you?”
“Doggy serves mistress,” the sub at her feet speaks up.
“Bad dog,” Quinn says, and spanks him again with the crop, harder this time.
She looks between Gemini and Kira. “This one’s a brat.”
Gemini nods sagely as if well acquainted with the type. He’s young, a trans masc dude who’s been with Jinx for almost as long as I’ve worked here. Neither of them are too talkative, but they come to play, and play hard.
“I’ll take care of myself when I retire at thirty-five,” Quinn says. “Now is the time to work.”
Kira’s eyes pop wide. “But you’re my age. That’s forever away. You’ve gotta do some self-care now, babe.”
“She’s younger than you,” Gemini says, looking at Quinn. “Right? Aren’t you like, twenty or some shit?”
“Seriously?” Kira asks.
“I’m twenty-one,” Quinn says, as if that makes any difference.
Jesus, they’re all such babies. I had just fucked off to the army at their age, playing at being soldier with no clue about what I wanted to do with my life. Not that I’ve got much more of one now. I mean I’m starting to, but Christ. Quinn’s planning to retire by my age?
“You’re one to talk about all work and no play,” Quinn says to Kira. “Are you finally going to play tonight? Don’t even try to pull that shit that you aren’t interested. I see it in your eyes that you are.”
I lean forwards without meaning to as Quinn goes on.
“And I know a dom who’s got a gentle touch. You could try a turn at the spanking bench.” Quinn looks across the floor and waves over a guy in a mask—someone I’ve never seen before. I frown.
“She’s just here to watch,” I blurt before Kira can open her mouth.
Kira’s head snaps my way and she glares at me before she looks back to Quinn. “It can’t hurt to talk to him.”
Quinn grins and I want to give her a turn on the spanking bench for making such a suggestion. Doesn’t she know Kira’s in danger and now is not the time to be making friends with masked strangers?
I tug Kira away by her arm before the dom is halfway across the room. “He’s wearing a mask. For all we know, he could be your stalker.”
Kira tugs her arm out of my hold, glaring up at me furiously. “You’re my bodyguard, not my mother. Back off.”
I huff out, furious with myself. There are rules here. I shouldn’t have even touched her without her consent. It’s strictly hands-off here.
Kira turns back to Quinn, whispering now. I have good hearing, though, and I listen in to her asking Quinn how well she knows the dom.
“Don’t worry,” Quinn says with a little smile. “He’s someone you can trust. Believe me.”
I frown.
She’s just a job. It’s fine if she wants to engage in a little consensual spanking with some dude.