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But he would be more subtle. She was friends with the owners. If Davidson had heard from her, Ryder wouldn't mind listening to an update on how she wasdoing.
The music was more subdued on this visit than in the past. As Danny had warned him, only a smattering of couples were already there playing throughout the expansive club. The lights seemed brighter too, allowing him a good view of the submissive currently getting her body lit up by her Dom and his flogger on one of the raised platforms. He couldn't see where it was coming from, but the distinctive sounds of bodies slapping together in heated sex added to the ambiance of the club as he wove his way through the sex equipment and nearly empty seating areas towards thebar.
He recognized the bartender on duty. She'd been one of the fifteen submissives to play roulette back in February, and if he wasn't mistaken, she was the one Spencer had lost his shit over. He took a seat at one of the open stools as she came to take hisorder.
"Mr. Helms, it's good to see you back at BlackLight."
Why the hell does everyone remember me? I have no clue what the fuck her nameis.
Apparently, his face registered his thoughts because she introduced herself. "I'm Klara, the bar manager. What can I get youtonight?"
"Bourbon on the rocks. Make it a double and I want top shelfshit."
The beauty grinned, "Is there any other kind?" Her bright red lipstick made her pale skin almost translucent in the club's neon lighting, and as she turned to grab the bottle of booze, he admired her lean legs peeking out from her shortskirt.
His friend was a luckyguy.
Only after she'd served his drink did he finally ask, "Spencer around tonight?" He hoped he sounded more nonchalant than he felt. He wasn't sure why, but he felt embarrassed to come scrounging for gossip on a woman. It all felt so... highschoolish.
"Yeah, he's back in his office. He tells everyone he's busy, but I know he's really playing Candy Crush. He's addicted." She smiledmischievously.
Ryder chuckled. "I haven't fallen prey to that trap yet. Go tell the old man it's time to put away his toys. He hascompany."
"I'd loveto."
Ryder sipped the liquor, welcoming the burn as he swallowed. She was gone long enough for him to empty the rock glass and get a nice buzzon.
When the bartender reappeared behind the bar with Spencer following, Ryder knew immediately they'd made him wait while they got it on in the back office. Klara's red lipstick was smudged and she was walking a bit bow-legged as if she either had a plug up her ass or cum dripping down her thighs. Her inability to look Ryder in the eye combined with the shit-eating grin on his old friend's face sealed hisconclusion.
"Nice of you to join me," he quipped. "You have lipstick on yourcollar."
Spencer slapped Klara's ass, and she squealed before giving him a deadly look and moving to the other end of the bar to check on her other customers. The Master Dom stopped in front of Ryder, leaning over and placing his forearms on the wide bar before stating, "My collar's not the only place I have herlipstick."
"Get a room," Ryderdeadpanned.
"This is myroom."
Ryder couldn't really argue withthat.
"So to what do I owe this honor? I thought you were overseas. I didn't expect you back for awhile."
His friend had served with Ryder at one point so Spencer had a pretty good idea how things worked when on a deep undercover assignment. Ryder made eye contact with his friend before answering with a simple, "I gotburned."
The Dom's eyes widened. "Fuck, that sucks. At least you lived to talk about it. Who the hell burnedyou?"
Ryder made a motion to Klara to bring him a refill before answering honestly. "I burnedmyself."
Spencer held out his own empty rock glass for his girl to fill when she returned with the bottle of bourbon. Once she left, he held up his glass as a salute. "To living to talk aboutit."
The men clinked glasses, both downing more of the amber liquid before the next question arrived from his friend. "So nowwhat?"
"Who the fuck knows. I'm on leave for a while, trying to figure it out. At least I haveoptions."
"Does this mean you'll be coming around moreoften?"
Ryder doubted it. Being at the club reminded him of his time here with Khloe. He already thought about her more than he wanted to. The last thing he needed to do was have memories of her thrown in hisface.
"Naw, probably not. I'm here for the booze and privacy more thananything."
