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"We have a welcoming committee. We must be special tonight," Jasper joked, but his own eyes were searching the darkness for anything that shouldn't be there. The lights illuminating the lot were more hindrance than help, creating deep wells of shadows where an experienced thug-for-hire could hide. "Keep walking, Anarchy. Good girl."
They reached the porch steps without incident, and Atticus nodded to them before stepping aside to let them go in first, covering their backs. He waited by the door as Jasper narrowed his eyes at the Dom on the sign-in desk. "You're new. Not a sub," he added, then looked at Atticus. "We're assigning new members to the desk?"
"Short on Doms tonight for desk duty. Saul here kindly volunteered to take the first shift. He passed the security check." Atticus's eyes gleamed, and his slight emphasis on securitydidn't go amiss. What he meant was, the Dom had gotten Atticus'sseal of approval.
Well, okay then.
The man rose from the chair and offered his hand across the desk. "Saul Danvers. I've been a member for about a month now, but work commitments have kept me from attending as often as I'd have liked. Twelve years in the lifestyle, so not inexperienced. I recently moved to Phoenix from New York, again with work. Permanent position, so hopefully you'll be stuck with me for a while, and I won't be a stranger."
That was a lot of freely-given information, but Jasper appreciated it. A bit of background history never hurt, and he knew Atticus's team had probably scoured the man's life down to the bare bones. He accepted the long, narrow-fingered hand as he studied the aristocratic face. "Jasper Fairfax, and this is my submissive, Anarchy."
An unthreatening smile curved Saul's lips as dark gray eyes scattered with silver flecks took her in from head to toe. No sign of flirtation, just a friendly once-over. "Nice to meet you, Anarchy." He ran his hand over his short-cut black hair and sat down again, prepared to do the job. "You'll probably know the drill for this better than I do right now."
"It's easy to pick up. Give me a second." Jasper turned to Anarchy, donning his Dominant persona. "This is the end of the line for your clothes, kitten. Strip naked, fold your clothes, and go put them in a locker. Don't go into the social area; I'd like you to wait for me by the doors, on your knees."
"Yes, Master Jasper."
He didn't wait to see if she obeyed his instructions—she strived to be a good girl. Turning his attention back to Saul, Jasper let the Dom do his job, guiding him where needed. The computer system was easy enough to use once someone got the hang of it, and to his credit, Saul seemed like a quick learner.
Anarchy brushed Jasper's back as she passed him, her slim form beautifully naked and her clothes bundled in her arms. She disappeared through the swinging doors into the club, with the admiring gazes of three Doms on her bare ass.
"I think that's it," Saul muttered, squinting at the screen. "Jasper Fairfax, logged in. Anarchy Campbell, logged in. Yeah, you're good to go. Thanks for that."
"We're here to help. Maybe see you inside later on." Jasper frowned, then decided to offer an olive branch. "The Masters and Mistress Connie usually commandeer the seating pit. If you want some company or don't want to play, come join us. There are usually a few people who come for a drink and a discussion on something kinky or other."
"I might take you up on that."
Atticus moved away from the door, patted Saul on the shoulder. "You got things here?"
"I think so."
"Remember to shout if the two men I showed you try to come in. They're not members and I really want a talk with them if they're stupid enough to make an attempt."
"Not a problem, Atticus." Saul lifted his hand. "Later."
Jasper and Atticus pushed through the double doors together. Jasper veered right to where Anarchy knelt on the wooden floorboards, her head bowed, while Atticus headed for the bar.
"Don't you look pretty." Running his hand over her hair, Jasper smiled. He'd thought about dragging this out a little, getting a drink and joining whoever was in the pit, but he figured they'd both enjoy the social time once the punishment was over, done, and forgiven. "Obeying my orders down to the letter."
"I try, Sir."
"Good girl. Come on, follow me."
Watching her rise gracefully to her feet was highly arousing. She flowed up from her kneeling position to standing with only the barest wobble, then folded her hands together, waiting for him to move. When he walked towards the bar, she was on his heels, never more than an arm span away.
"What can I get you, Jasper?" Liam slid a drink across the bar to an older Domme, then grinned and sauntered his way along to where Jasper leaned an elbow on the wooden top.
"I need the case, Liam."
Both blond eyebrows shot up in surprise, then soft gray eyes flickered over to Anarchy, back to Jasper. "Thecase?"
Jasper nodded. The sjambok wasn't something he carried around in his vehicle. It was technically classed as a whip, and there were no laws against owning one. No permits were required to carry one. But if the cops pulled him with it in his possession, it would be down to the personal opinion of the cop whether he was charged for having one. Plus, it wasn't worth the risk of having his truck broken into and the sjambok being stolen—in irresponsible hands, it could cause unspeakable horror upon flesh and bone.
It was far simpler, damn safer, to have it locked up behind the bar.
"Okay, then." Liam crouched out of sight. There was the heavy thud of a key turning in a solid lock, the squeak of the safe door opening. The thunk of it closing again. When Liam popped up again, he placed a long oak case on the bar with care. Voice very, very quiet, he asked, "Should I have the first aid kit on standby?"
Jasper's fingers curled around the familiar handle. "No. Not tonight."
