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Withdrawing, the Domme goes down on one knee to lock lips with her sub. After a long, wet kiss, she gets up and goes to stand behind her sub. She positions the dildo between the sub’s legs and sinks in.
The sub moans. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“You’re my little cock whore, aren’t you?” asks the Domme, shoving her hips at the sub.
“Yes, Mistress.”
I watch with half a mind. The other half is thinking back to my night with Bridget, recalling how she looked, sounded, felt, tasted.
This isn’t helping.
Getting up, I decide to go into my office and make a call to Benjamin Lee, a developer who’s close to Tony. After talking with Ben about Drumm, I get a call from Lee Hao Young, who wants to stop by before he heads down to Los Angeles.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Darren,” Hao Young, a short man with thinning hair, says as he sits down at the bar. He looks around. “Nice place you’ve built.”
“Thanks. Something to drink?” I ask, playing bartender.
“I only drink green tea. Much better for health.”
I motion to Grace, Cheryl’s assistant, who usually comes in early.
“I’ve heard good things about you, Darren. Of course, your father was an exceptional man.”
I tell Grace to get some tea for Hao Young before replying to him. “I hope you had a good trip here.”
“I always enjoy coming to San Francisco. Such a beautiful city. Reminds me of my hometown of Chongqing. Have you been back to China?”
“A few times but never to Chongqing.”
“JD is going in a few months. Perhaps you want to join him. Your cousin has a lot of promise. I see many opportunities for him.”
“I’m good here.”
“Has JD told you about his newer ventures?”
“I mind my own business.”
“But he’s your cousin.”
I lean on the counter. “I appreciate your words, but I’m not looking to follow in my father’s footsteps. Given how things turned out for him, I think you understand.”
“Then who will take up his legacy? We, of course, will respect your decision, and are grateful for the role you have in the organization. But we need someone to step up and take over the counterfeiting division. This club of yours is nice, but it’s—what do the Americans like to say?—little potatoes.”
I remain quiet. On one shoulder is my mother, shaking her head.
“Your father sacrificed himself for the organization,” Hao Young continues. “Now the organization is repaying the favor by granting you, his son, the opportunity of a lifetime. Don’t you want to expand your horizons? This club cannot be challenging enough for someone like you.”
It wasn’t particularly challenging anymore, I have to admit. There wasn’t another level I could take the success of the club. I’ve toyed with the idea of opening a restaurant, but it’s not a passion of mine.
“Think about it,” Hao Young says. “I know what your father would want you to do. And I hope that you will see this invitation with gratitude.”
Grace returns with the tea, and our conversation turns to more mundane matters.
The club opens just as Hao Young departs. The first patron in the door is Manny, dressed in black slacks, a dark gray shirt, and a black blazer.
“Who was that?” Manny asks.
“Lee Hao Young.”
