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“You are demanding,” he states, his expression incredulous, but he pulls up a large green bag with a designer logo on it I recognize instantly which must have been sitting next to him with his free hand. I smile as I reach for it, only he doesn’t let it go, and now I’m the one with the incredulous expression. “This is the first of many. You will look after all my girls and get me more.”
“That depends on what type of boss you are. Jake has women working in his sex club because he treats them well. What type of owner are you?” I ask, pulling the bag from his grasp and quickly tearing it open. When I see the designer logo on the pink handbag, I smile big and bring my gaze back to his. “One every month,” I remind him.
“Yes, as part of your outrageous deal.” Grayson shakes his head, huffing a humorless laugh.
“Please… I know the amount of money pouring into these businesses. A little designer bag means nothing to you.” I place it on the chair next to me with a shrug.
A server exits the kitchen, carrying my fries covered in cheese sauce. Just how I like them. His bright red cheeks and tight blond curls frame his flushed face.
“Our contract is for one year,” Grayson states, ignoring the server.
I pick out the sauciest fry with my fingers, glancing back up at him and nod as I take my first bite.
“After that, I’m off to Europe. Somewhere where it’s safe and nice,” I tell him after I’ve swallowed the deliciousness and licked my fingers clean.
“You plan to take all your bags with you?” he asks, and I can tell by the tone of his voice he’s being a smartass. But I simply smile.
“Of course. And what I don’t take, I’ll rent a storage unit for.” I reach for his apple juice, next to his cigarettes and take a sip before sliding it back toward him.
Grayson flicks his gaze at it, then back to me. “You can have it,” he says. I shrug and take it back.
“So, you fuck strangers?” he asks.
When I don’t answer right away, savoring another delicious bite of my food, he presses, “And enjoy it?”
“I bet you fuck strangers. At least one of us is getting paid to do it.” I wink at him. “But no, I play with strangers. At the beginning, I used to fuck. Now I play.” I correct his assumption. “So don’t expect me to fuck unless I want to.”
“Have you heard of my establishment?” Grayson asks.
“Yes,” I tell him, then add, “vaguely.”
“It’s different from Jake’s. Jake’s is about all about how he runs it and color coding. That’s not how I work, though the color thing has stuck so don’t get that confused, our colors indicate something different,” he starts, and I pause. “We have rooms for fantasies. For instance, for those who enjoy indulging in a school fantasy, we have a classroom fit with a long ruler for spanking.” He smirks. “The women who work for me wear colored hair ribbons, and each ribbon tells you which area we assign her to. Blue is the water room decked out with a spa and tools for water play. Black is our dungeon room, and red is our blood room.”
“Blood room?” I ask, surprised. “No fucking man is cutting me,” I state, barely suppressing a grimace.
“It’s for him to be cut, not you. We have a nurse who teaches a safe technique and is on hand when that room is hired.”
“So, they’re paying for a nurse too?”
“Of course they are. We’re all about safety. And we want to remain that way.”
“Who usually rents that room? Do you have regulars?” I ask.
“We do, and they pay a lot more than you can imagine.” Grayson pauses, seeming to assess my reaction to his news. I try to remain impassive this time. I take another sip of his drink and wait for him to continue. “The room is booked in advance. Our nurse works once a week, and we have to have special cleaners for the room to ensure hygiene standards are maintained.”
“That’s disgusting.” I shiver at the thought.
“It’s a kink, and you shouldn’t shame a kink, Avani,” he scolds and sits back, crossing his arms.
“I’m not shaming, just giving my opinion. There’s a difference.” I smile, leaning back to mirror him.
“So, the girls who wear red ribbons do the cutting,” I verify.
“Precisely.” Grayson nods. “Those who wear pink are in charge. That will be you.”
“This should be interesting,” I say, smiling.
“If you say so.”
