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I wondered for a moment if I could convince Cheryl to let her out early and I could pay for her hours.
“We have an hour left of serving… sir.” She gave me a salacious grin before walking away from us, but I noticed that while she was flirty, something felt off.
“I wish she didn’t have to work tonight,” Easton said, looking for the bartender. “She’s been working a lot. I don’t even know if she gets days off.”
I grunted, not liking it either. A part of me wanted to tell Noemi I would take care of her, pay her bills, give her money to spend. But if life had taught me anything, a woman like Noemi didn’t seem like she would take the offer. I should offer to help her out if she needed it and go from there.
“You think she’d go for us helping her?” Easton nodded at the bartender who made his way to us.
“I was just thinking the same thing.” I finished my drink. “If she’s working that much, I’m worried she’s struggling, but we also don’t want to offend her.”
Easton made a noise of agreement before he ordered us another set of drinks. For the next hour we talked to a few people as we kept an eye on Noemi. A few men looked at her for way too long and too many women gave her smiles that said they’d be willing to take her to a room.
When the hour was up, Easton could not stand still anymore, and I was getting impatient. We were distracted, looking around for her until I grew tired, grabbing Easton’s hand leading him to the kitchen.
“Noemi, you can’t do that, it's not safe for you, what happens…”
“I know Cheryl, I’m not stupid, but I can’t leave them.” Noemi sounded like she was in anguish.
“I get that, but you already helped them out by shelling out…”
“No buts, they are young, you don’t…”
“Everything ok?”
I hated interrupting, but something told me I needed to. They looked over at Easton and me.
“Did you know…”
“Don’t, Cheryl,” Noemi snapped, grabbing her things.
“You’re being ridiculous.” Cheryl looked worried.
“No, I’m not, but thanks for being so reassuring,” Noemi said, grabbing my hand dragging me right behind her.
“Easton!” Cheryl called, making Noemi abruptly stop.
He tensed behind me but continued walking out with us. My protective instincts were going off in my head, making me want to force Noemi to tell me what was going on. Cheryl looked angry and worried for probably a good reason.
Once we got into the main area, I took the lead, passing Noemi’s hand to Easton. I took them around the room so it would be easier for us to stay together. As we walked I noticed Genevieve looking pissed off at a man while Luke had his arm wrapped around her middle. I debated walking over to help the situation but knew Genevieve was a big girl. She could take care of herself and her subs. We finally arrived at the door to the rooms and the bouncer nodded at me when he opened it, letting us into a hallway.
No one said anything as I walked us down the hallway, up a flight of stairs to another hallway that had four doors and one at the very end. Taking out my key card, I opened up the door to an enormous room. It was like every Dom’s dream room, but right now all I cared about was making sure Noemi was fine.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I said, walking to the bar. “Anyone want something to drink?”
I looked over to see Easton shaking his head as Noemi walked around, looking at all the different furniture and impact toys in the room. The suite was extremely tame compared to the other rooms of the club with a huge four-poster bed in the middle, a spanking bench, a sex chaise, a wall of impact toys and various hooks around the walls to attach restraints too. It was sleek, but still had the feel it wasn’t just a regular room.
“Noemi, drink?”
Her shoulders jumped slightly before she turned towards me with her big brown eyes, looking unsure.
“Just water, please,” she said, sounding insecure.
Something had happened because this wasn’t the woman we saw two weeks ago; it was as if she was docile and meek. Easton glanced back at me, worry marring his handsome face.
“Noemi, you know you can talk to us,” Easton said, as I grabbed her a water bottle deciding against any more alcohol for myself.
I didn't know what was going on, but my gut was telling me that it was best to stay sober.
