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“Which is the only reason I haven’t already said no.”
“Would you feel more comfortable if I showed you the room and all the places Del can hide in order to catch this bastard?”
Del sent him a knowing smile.
She nodded. “I’m not sure this will work, but maybe if I see the room, something will occur to me.”
“You two come up with the plan and let me know. I need to get back to my…company.” Del clapped him on the back, kissed Shanna’s hand again, and disappeared upstairs.
In charged silence, Alejandro led Shanna down a hall and up another set of stairs, to the play rooms. At the second door on the left, he paused and eased it open into a dark, enclosed space.
Beyond the handful of comfortable chairs and a long, cushy sofa lay the far corner of the room, which comprised the stage, currently devoid of guests. The muted lights in that corner shined down on a sleek bed with four chrome posts and matching restraints.
“Oh.” Her voice fluttered beside him.
Alejandro would bet this week’s take that Shanna was envisioning herself on that stage, her pussy shoved full of his cock—and a rapt audience watching. He’d bet next week’s take that she was uncomfortably aroused.
“Other members sit here or look through the windows at the far end of the room and watch the scene. From the clip you showed me, I suspect your blackmailer sat in the room, here.” Alejandro pointed to a small chair in the shadows, a mere three feet from the end of the bed. “He either used a zoom lens or moved the chair closer to the bed to get the tight penetration shots. But we won’t know for sure until we catch him.”
“I understand.” Her voice trembled even more.
Alejandro smiled to himself as he turned and pointed to a bare wall. “Through here is a doorway, accessible only from the security area. See, no knob on this side. We can position the cameras to watch this chair. Del can either monitor the room from the bank of cameras or from the chairs in the far corner.”
“I see.” She cleared her throat. “If you have security cameras viewing this room, can’t you review the footage and see if anyone holding a video camera is in the shot?”
He shook his head. “They point only at the stage areas. Our primary concern here is for the safety of the players. We make sure everything that happens on stage is consensual. If there’s a hint that something is not, we bust in. But we do not regularly monitor the audience. For this scene only, we will change the camera positioning.”
“Wouldn’t the blackmailer be able to spot Del if he was watching from one of those chairs?” She gestured across the room.
“Come with me.” Alejandro held out his hand to her.
Shanna looked at it, then looked at him, before reluctantly placing her hand in his. Immediately, sparks danced in his palm, down his fingers. God, he could hardly wait to get his hands on this woman.
For the moment, he led her across the room instead to a dark pair of padded armchairs. He gestured for Shanna to sit in one. He plunked down in the other.
“In this corner, the light is too dim for anyone in the audience to discern more than a shadow. Players cannot see back in this corner. It’s a good place for Del to hide, if you want him nearby.”
“It’s dark.”
A click and a whoosh alerted Alejandro to the fact the players’ stage door had opened. He glanced at his watch. Noon. Right on time.
In walked a broad man dressed in leather pants, a half mask—and nothing else. Colorful tattoos covered his left arm. In his right hand, he clutched a woman’s fingers.
As small as he was big, as delicate as he was strong, the petite redhead followed him to the bed. She wore a flowing, floral skirt that ended at mid-thigh, a button-down blouse in a soft ivory, and a pair of pink high-heeled sandals.
“Are you wearing a bra, slut?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
“Show me.”
Without pause, she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a flat stomach, fair skin, and pink nipples that stood straight out and begged for attention.
Shanna gasped. “We shouldn’t be watching this.”
“They come here knowing that being watched is not only possible, but probable. It turns them on,” he whispered. “Shh.”
“Good,” the Master in leather praised, petting one of her breasts in reward. “Are you wearing panties?”
“No, Master.”
“Show me.”
The small woman lifted her skirt to reveal slender thighs and a pussy devoid of all hair. Beside Alejandro, Shanna tensed.
“Excellent.” The Master cupped her mound and fondled her. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Master.”
“Who decides what’s right for your body?”
“You, Master.”
“Take off your skirt, lie back, and spread your legs.”
The woman complied without hesitation. Even at this distance, once her thighs parted, Alejandro could see a little silver bar passing through the hood of her clit.
