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“Hey, Elijah.” The men shook hands before Lukus pressed him. “What can you tell me about the guy?”
“Not much. This is only his second month of membership. As friendly as he is outwardly, he’s actually pretty zip-lipped with personal details. But hell, he’s no worse than half the members. I’ll tell you this, he passed our background check. That’s all I care about.” Elijah paused before adding, “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
Lukus grinned before adding, “Probably.”
“You could do worse. Just do me one favor. If he says yes, you have to give him the nickname of Master Goldilocks. You can tell him I said so.”
“Ha! Well let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We have a few hurdles to get through first.”
He was just about to ask Elijah to send in a woman employee to check on Tiffany when the door opened and an exhausted looking Tiff came out, wrapped in one of the Black Light robes.
Elijah teased her. “I see you’ve had some fun tonight, Mrs. Mitchell, but it looks like it’s past your bedtime.”
Lukus agreed with the Dungeon Master. “Let me give you the keycard. You can head up now and get some rest. I’ll get one of the DMs to get me up in the elevator and in our room later.”
Despite her smudged makeup, her blue eyes sparked to life. “Oh no you don’t. You aren’t getting rid of me.”
“But… I can…”
“I thought you said The Punishment Pit wasourbusiness now,” she sassed.
“I did. But I also told you to call me Sir until we got back upstairs and I see how much you listened to that.”
“You’re right about that. Sorry, Sir. But I’m not sorry about wanting to stay down here with you.”
“No. You aren’t sorry, are you?” Turning to Elijah, Lukus held out his hand. “Thanks again for all you’ve done for us this weekend. I mean it. I expect to see you in Chicago this summer.”
“Deal. And good luck with Goldilocks.”
They only had a few steps to go until they hit the bar. Maxim was already there, waiting in the same booth in the corner where Lukus had interviewed the DMs earlier, which somehow seemed appropriate.
On the way over, Lukus waved to get the attention of the bartender, motioning they needed service in the corner. She nodded, moving to follow them.
Lukus let Tiffany slide in first before sitting across from Max. Once they placed their drink order, an awkward silence fell.
“You got me here. Are you finally gonna tell me what the hell this is all really about?”
There were so many questions to ask. Things to discuss. Lukus started with a big one.
“What do you do for a living?”
The cocky smirk on Max’s face disappeared. “That’s not important.”
“Maybe. Maybe not,” Lukus said before tacking on. “You have family out here in L.A.?”
“Fuck this. I’ll pass on the drink,” Max groused defensively as he slid to the end of the bench as if getting ready to leave.
“Wow, pretty touchy. These aren’t really that hard of questions.”
The only thing Lukus’s barb accomplished was making Max stop his departure long enough to tell Lukus, “My life is none of your fucking business.”
It was Tiffany that broke into the men’s confrontational conversation. “Hold on. Don’t leave,” she ordered Max in her perfect sassy Tiffany voice. “You know we’re on our honeymoon. We’re from Chicago. In fact, we own our own club there. It’s called The Punishment Pit.”
The guy sitting across from him looked confused, unsure what this new information had to do with anything. He had more time to think about it as Susie arrived with their drinks, taking a few seconds to lay down Black Light cocktail napkins and the glasses.
Max took a drag of his Wild Turkey bourbon before answering. “Fine. So why come here to play? I still don’t understand.”
Lukus squeezed Tiffany’s leg under the table to take control back of the conversation. “We didn’t just come to play.” He paused, “I came to interview all of the Black Light Dungeon Monitors to see if any of them would be a good fit to take over the center stage shows at The Pit. Like Black Light, we are a BDSM club. Unlike Black Light, we offer up stage shows of punishments five nights a week. It’s pretty hard core.”
