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“Sure thing… in the summer.”
“Exactly what Jaxson said.”
“So, you two connected? I wasn’t sure if they’d be back from Colorado in time to meet you.”
“Yep, we met his whole family. It seems there’s an interesting story there.”
The older man took the bottle of beer Susie pushed across the bar before answering. “I’ll say.” Taking a swig, he added. “Jax can be a real hard-ass, but he’s a great businessman and an even better boss.”
Elijah led them over to the table in the corner of the bar. Lukus let Tiffany slide into the booth first, and she waited patiently as the two Doms shot the shit for a half hour. Every minute that passed by, Lukus found himself wishing more and more that Elijah was interested in taking the job in Chicago.
When the conversation finally returned to filling his opening, Lukus decided to go on offense. “I know you already told me you weren’t interested, but I just have to ask—any chance you’d change your mind about moving to Chicago? I have a feeling you’d fit right in.”
Elijah chuckled. “I’m done being in front of crowds. I do appreciate the offer, but I have a good thing going out here.”
“Hey, can’t blame me for trying. It sounds like your number two has taken his name out of the running already, too,” Lukus added.
“Tyler? I can’t say I’m not relieved, but I thought he’d be interested. In fact, he’s the closest thing I have to the Goldilocks Dom you’re looking for.”
Lukus had been taking the last swig of his drink and started to cough. “Say what? Goldilocks?”
Elijah grinned. “That’s what I’ve started calling what you’re looking for, based on what you told me on the phone. You hired one guy who was too soft. He didn’t have the balls to really punish a sub like they sometimes need. Then the other guy you’d hired was too hard. He pushed subs past their breaking point and couldn’t read the subtle nuances that each submissive has.
“Now, you’re looking for someone who’s just the right level of confidence and dominance, but you also need them to be a showman, too, along with single and available to play with different people every night, without becoming attached to any of them. So yeah… I call it the Goldilocks position. But just saying all that out loud, it sounds a bit more like you’re on a mission impossible. I’ve worked with Tom Cruise on a few movies. Need me to give him a call?”
“That’s one way to get membership numbers up, but I doubt I could afford him,” Lukus said, still thinking about how Elijah had described who he was looking for.
He had to admit, hearing the job description said back to him, it did sound a bit like mission impossible to him as well. And over the course of the next ninety minutes, he began to realize just how impossible the mission really was.
While Dimitri was a handsome blond and the ladies of the club would love his charm, he was way too shy and reserved to be a showman. Lukus didn’t spend too much time with him.
He spent the most time with Myles who was the oldest and most experienced Dom with a lot of the more hardcore kinks that members of the Punishment Pit played in. On the surface that made him a good candidate. His favorite kinks were blood play, edge play with knives and needles, and he was even into branding. All of that was in his pro column. In the con column was that many of the submissives at The Pit weren’t as hardcore and when questioned, Lukus doubted Myles would be able to adjust his style for the many other types of submissives.
Next, he’d met Kaiden, a good looking Asian-American who on the surface seemed a possibility. Unlike everyone else, Kaiden hadn’t always lived in California and was open to moving nearer his family on the East Coast. The fact that he was an EMT during the day was a great plus for Lukus since safety was always important, and his kink experience seemed pretty mainstream. There was just something he couldn’t put his finger on, and when he glanced at Tiffany as Kaiden left, she wrinkled her nose and shook her head slightly.
There went Kaiden from his list.
While he enjoyed talking to Weston, Black Light’s Shibari expert, Lukus knew in his gut the Dom would be great at the art and showmanship part of running the shows, but a few simple questions uncovered that Weston hated to see submissives cry. Since literally every sub punished center stage at The Pit cried… it eliminated Weston from contention.
That left Santiago, a tall, burly Hispanic. As the interview opened, Lukus liked that Santiago proved he knew a lot about the lifestyle in general. In fact, as he dug in, he found Santiago was into the more high-protocol rules of the BDSM world which was a good fit for The Pit. Lukus wasn’t upset at all that he admitted to having a full-time sub and they were in a TPE, total power exchange, relationship. Santiago even assured him that playing with other subs wouldn’t be a problem at all as he set the rules in their relationship.
That was when things started to go off the rails a bit and within a few minutes, he felt Tiffany squeezing his thigh under the table hard enough that he got her message loud and clear.
Listening to Santiago talk about his sub sleeping in cages, being whipped during pony play, and having extended periods of extreme chastity scared the shit out of his wife. That meant he’d scare many of the submissives at The Pit, which on the surface wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, since it was after all a place for hardcore punishments. It was more that his mannerisms reminded him too much of the Dom he’d already fired.
Santiago was off the list.
Lukus would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed after meeting the DMs. He’d known it would be a long shot to find the perfect Dom, but he had at least hoped to find someone groomable that he could start training for the future. One thing he had successfully learned in this visit was just how hard it would be to find the right leader for the shows at The Punishment Pit. As much as he’d hated hearing it, Elijah was right. He was looking for the Goldilocks of Doms—they had to be just right.
“I’m really sorry things didn’t turn out.”
He heard the twang of regret in Tiffany’s voice as she laid her head on his shoulder, leaning in closer, reminding him what was really important right now—and it wasn’t The Pit.
Wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer, he replied, “I’m sorry, too, but I have more important things to worry about anyway.”
“You do, Sir?” She smiled up at him.
“Many more important things.” When she remained quiet, he added. “For starters, I haven’t played with this luscious body in hours. How am I going to make sure you go home walking funny if I don’t service you properly and often?”
