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“Now you do,” he said.
He was pleased, very pleased. She’d be appreciated in the company they’d keep that night. The German nightclub was a wild place where Reggie gathered with his old friends for their unique brand of entertainment. It had been too long, he thought, since he’d been to the underground habitat of leather freaks and fetish fiends and all around kinky sorts. It fit his mood, and he wondered if it would fit Jocelyn’s.
“Another piece of your world, I assume,” she said, staring at herself in the mirror.
“Another piece,” he nodded.
“Different from dinner, I suppose?”
“Very,” he replied.
Dinner had been with business associates, her attire, sexy but nothing like this. She would have been happy to stay in their room for the remainder of the evening, but Reggie was ready for something else.
He reached out and ran his fingers through her glimmering hair, seeing the red highlighted by the glow from a lamp. Impulsively he kissed her lips. He was rarely this affectionate, but she made him so.
While this spontaneous affection was a little uncomfortable for him, putting on one of his many alter ego personas was not. It would be a pleasurable experience. For himself that night, he chose a black silk shirt and black pants, but no leather. He preferred buying it for the women in his decadent life, to wearing it himself.
With Jocelyn on his arm, they found a taxi in the street outside the hotel, and made the trip to the nightclub in silence. Jocelyn was looking as nervous as he’d ever seen her. Such composure most of the time, he found her nervousness charming
, just like every damn thing the woman did was charming.
On the street again, Reggie held her arm as they descended a dirty brick staircase to the basement level club. He could hear the sounds of soft jazz beyond the door as he knocked – the doorman recognized him readily. Stepping inside, Reggie was delighted to see that the crowded place was exactly as he remembered it.
“Guten Tag,” Marc greeted him with a hearty hug. “How enchanting,” he then turned to Jocelyn, speaking in perfect English and bowing as he took her hand. The gesture was out of place in these crude surroundings, but not out of place for Marc.
“Your table, there on the far side,” he said, pointing toward one near the stage where the jazz band played something mellow.
Reggie watched Jocelyn’s eyes peer about the room, seeing the several dozen oddly attired people with a degree of fascination. Her nervousness had fled, and there was even a fleeting smile on her face. The costumes were as raunchy as he remembered them from well over a year ago. Lots of leather, and a few bare female breasts, and skirts so short that plump asses hung out beckoning pinches and slaps.
“Ah, Reggie,” the bleached blonde Candy moved on him the moment she saw him.
“What are you up to, slut?” he asked. The two kissed and broke apart just as quickly. She had thick red lips, a frenzied mop of short cropped hair, and three sets of round hoop earrings dangling from her ears. Her breasts were practically naked in something gauzy and glittering, though her ass end was well covered in snug leather pants.
“I’m looking for someone to have my ass,” she said.
“There’s no one here?” Reggie responded in disbelief.
“Oh, but no one like you, darling,” she purred.
“I’m here just showing Jocelyn around,” he said, as a way of introducing the woman on his arm.
“Oh, you’re taken,” the blonde said, sadly disappointed.
Reggie smiled. “Be a love and get us drinks, two Schnapps.”
“Sure,” she said, and she swaggered away, giving her affections as easily to the next man that passed by.
“Reg, where’ve you been!” Another welcome greeting, this time from Hans, a man in full leather regalia, pants, vest and arm band. A studded collar at his throat. He was Reggie’s height, and of similar build, but dark where Reggie was blond and fair. “Look at her,” Hans said, turning to Jocelyn. His hand went to her face and stroked it gently as if she was a pet. “And she’s available?” he asked.
Reggie looked at Jocelyn, her infinitely cool expression a little surprised by Hans’ meaning.
“She’s not ready,” Reggie replied.
“Ah, too bad. Does she take it up the ass?”
“Very well,” Reggie replied smugly, as if he was the only one that was going to know that.
Hans placed his hand on Jocelyn’s rear, and gave it a few teasing pats. “You’ll have to go behind the wall later, I’ve got something perfectly heinous planned.”
