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Alicia laughed. She had a lovely laugh. A lovely laugh that went with the rest of the package. She wore the frumpiest clothes that Brock was sure hid a spectacularly curvy body and wore her hair in a messy bun that Brock longed to take down. He could feel his groin tightening the way it always did when he encountered or even thought about Alicia. He’d had many a fantasy about having the curvaceous beauty under his lash or just under him. It took nothing for him to imagine what it would feel like to have her legs hooked over his shoulders as he devoured her pussy before working his way up her gorgeous body and sinking balls deep into her soft, wet heat.
“Who do you think?” she teased Seth.
“King and Royce. They are the worst about paperwork. Go on home, I’ll take care of it.”
“It’s fine, Seth. They have a lot to do, and both were very apologetic. Besides, I won’t be much longer. I’ll work off the clock.”
“That’s not an issue; you’re exempt, remember? But that doesn’t mean people should take advantage of you. Best decision we ever made was creating the Office Manager position for you. By the way, how’s Amber working out?” asked Seth.
Alicia lowered her voice, although there was no way anyone in the club could overhear her. A lot of soundproofing and thick walls made sure of that.
“I think we need to talk about her. I know the Doms like her, but I think there may be some issues with her.”
Brock knew Seth valued Alicia’s opinion. To him, the blonde bombshell they’d hired to be the hostess over on the Club Southside area of the building was nothing to write home about. She was fairly useless, and in his opinion, she wasn’t working out. She had a fake smile to go along with all of her other fake parts. Alicia might be right about some of the Doms, but Brock didn’t care for her, and neither did some of the more discerning men.
“That problem might take care of itself,” Brock observed.
“How so?” asked Seth.
“I don’t think Amber thought she’d be a hostess for long,” answered Alicia quietly.
The girl had to learn to speak up for herself. It was easy for people to overlook Alicia; but if you paid attention, you discovered how smart, insightful, and kind she was.
“What the hell did she think she would be?” Seth could be clueless when he tried.
“Some rich Dom’s well-kept sub. I think she thought she could sashay in here and snag herself a rich sugar daddy Dom,” answered Brock, “and then wrap him around her finger so she could top from the bottom.”
Seth snorted, “If she wanted a rich sugar daddy, she should have gone to Charleston and gone to work for the Carriage House.”
“Like Miley would let that happen. She can’t stand Amber.”
“She isn’t that bad,” said Alicia.
“Isn’t she?” challenged Brock. “Keep in mind before you answer that on the other side of that door is one of the best lifestyle clubs in the country, and we have an extensive dungeon.”
“I’m not a submissive,” she answered primly.
Brock didn’t believe it, not even for an instant. He’d bet every dime to his name that Alicia was as submissive as they came, and not just sexually. He figured her objection was that she didn’t understand that submissive didn’t mean doormat. It took a strong woman to submit to her man. Hell, Miley was the toughest broad he’d ever known—and he used the term ‘broad’ as a compliment—and she was every inch Damon’s submissive and happy to be so.
He gave Alicia a look that sent every sub in the club running and most of the Doms.
She laughed again. “Okay, so maybe she is that bad, but the Doms really do like her…”
“How about the other subs?” asked Seth.
“Hmm, that’s more of a mixed bag. Some really like her…”
“Those she favors,” said Brock, “and the ones she doesn’t can’t stand her, but most are too afraid of her to speak up. We need to get Miley to give classes on what it really means to be a submissive.”
“If she’s a problem, Alicia, talk to her; but if you don’t think she’s good for the club, we’ll let her go.”
“I’d like to give her a little more time.”
“Keep me informed,” said Seth, heading toward the door. “Come on, big guy, King said he’d get us a table.”
Brock started to follow him, but then turned back. “Alicia, why don’t you come with us? Afterwards, I’ll walk you back and either see you home or help you get your work done.”
“Thanks, Brock, but no. I don’t have much longer, and I have plans.”
