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Dylan cast a disgusted glance over her shoulder, glaring at Maxi. She was about to protest when Maxi pressed her lips against Dylan’s cheek and added, “Thank you for bringing us a little virginal delight. I know exactly where I’m putting her tonight. They’ll tear her apart.”
Maxi pushed past Dylan as she took the stage. And as expected, Dylan followed her up and dutifully took her place next to her boss, standing as tall as she could with the rest of the management team.
“Let the games begin,” Maxi said, marking the end of the meeting.
With that, Dylan hopped off the stage and bolted out of La Prizonye in a huff. She knew exactly where Maxi would place Ari, and that couldn’t happen. The Twins. Gizele and Gabriela were a sadistic and vicious pair. It would be two against one, as they shared a sick desire to torture submissive women. The only reason Maxi orchestrated this little rendezvous with them was more for Dylan’s punishment. She knew how Maxi’s mind worked; she’d seen it before. Playtime with the ladies wasn’t off limits, but as soon as emotions entered the picture, Maxi took it upon herself to sever those ties by making everyone suffer.
As the crowd dispersed around the room, many of the submissive women lined up in front of the bar on their knees and waited for a member to choose them for the night. They were a buffet line. Members strolled by, sampling the goods until they found something they couldn’t resist. Then they chose their entrée and off they went to some corner to indulge. Early guests had their pick of slaves. Once they had made their choices, late arrivals had to wait until they returned to the line to make their selection again. Depending on the night, some women would be chosen three or four times.
Ari hadn’t come out on the line, which meant Maxi had her on a very short leash. Between the member entrance and the buffet line, Dylan flicked her eyes and watched in both directions. When Ari emerged on Maxi’s arm, she came up with a plan. Dylan needed someone she could trust before The Twins arrived. Just then, it came to fruition. A woman in a sharply tailored pinstripe suit with impossibly high red heels entered the club. Knowing exactly what the woman drank, Dylan turned to the bar. “Coop, whip me up a Park Avenue.”
In a few moments, she had a citrus-flavored martini in her hand and made her way to a client-turned-friend. “Lady C, it’s a pleasure to see you tonight.”
“I’m here every night, Dylan. Cut the crap. What do you want?” the woman asked as she saw right through Dylan’s grin.
Tanya Cartwright was a bisexual woman married to a man who had a soft spot for men. The power couple swung in an open relationship where they luxuriated in evenings apart to satisfy their same-sex needs. Afterward, their mind-blowing sex marked the end of a delightful evening. Dylan learned about all of this after she started working at the club and Mrs. Cartwright, being the city’s district attorney, had helped Dylan out of a sticky situation.
“You know me so well. I need you to buy a woman for me.”
Mrs. Cartwright took a sip of her martini. “Buy one? Why would I do that when I have the pick of the litter in front of me?”
“Because I will pay for it.” Dylan cringed at the thought, but it was better to be honest with the woman than get caught in a lie, especially with her, when she could easily overturn a sealed record that would land her in prison. “I screwed up—”
“Again?” Mrs. Cartwright’s stance shifted as she gave a disapproving look to Dylan. “What did you do?”
“I hired a submissive with no experience because I have—”
She interrupted Dylan a second time. “Say no more. Who is she? We cannot have some vanilla neophyte suffer because you have a fucking hard-on for her.”
“Thanks.” Without looking back, Dylan said, “She’s the one next to Maxi. She plans to hand her over to The Twins, and I need you to buy her for the night.”
“Done. But you can’t keep her out of harm’s way forever. Do you have a plan for that?”
“Not yet. I’m working on it.”
Mrs. Cartwright pushed past Dylan and strolled the line as if she were choosing which flavor of ice cream she wanted to taste. At the end of the line, she huffed, crossing her arms as if she couldn’t decide.
Dylan sauntered through the ballroom, trying to be nonchalant about eavesdropping while monitoring the scenes already in play. Close enough, she kept her back to Maxi and Mrs. Cartwright and listened to the transaction, only glancing every so often as she scanned the room.
“Maxi, dear, I’ve not seen this young lady before. Who is this lovely?” Mrs. Cartwright asked.
“Miss Delgado, she’s our newest delicious dessert,” Maxi said, petting Ari’s head.
“I want her. I’ve grown tired of ...”—she flicked her hand toward the line—“the same girls all the time. Nice to see a new face.”
“Oh, well—” Maxi started.
“Don’t keep her from me. You know I have whatever it takes to reserve her for the evening.”
Dylan grinned. Money made Maxi wet between the legs because if a member reserved a submissive, all of it went into Maxi’s pocket. The price went well beyond tips and membership costs.
Maxi hesitated. “Well, I had another offer for her.”
“I don’t beg, Maxi. Double it and hand me her leash.” Mrs. Cartwright’s tone would be enough to scare anyone into submission, even the likes of Maxi, whose family owned most of the city.
“Anything for you, Lady C.” Maxi handed her the leash, and Ari rose to her feet, stepping into an alcove with the member.
It would be a lot of cash Dylan would have to hand over to Mrs. Cartwright, but if it kept Ari safe for the night, it was well worth it. At least with Lady C, she wouldn’t have Ari do anything except be on display. She can take the attention and praise from other Mistresses, but Lady C won’t let them bother Ari, who shouldn’t be in this kind of life.
