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I shrugged, even though Justin couldn’t see the movement. “Eh. Not really.”
“Well, I’ll be in back Denver week after next. Let’s meet up. Send me the change order when it’s done. Call if you need anything.”
“Thanks. Talk soon.” I ended the call. I looked back at the spreadsheet of budget calculations for the change order, ready to get down to business. At least once this was done, I could head home, change, and head to Blackstone. Cross my fingers that I’d find who I was looking for.
I whispered my mantra to myself.See who’s there, hope for the best.
2
Drew
Ifurrowedmybrowin annoyance as I looked at my spreadsheet. What was with the increased cost of cleaning products last month? I leaned closer to the computer in my office and scrolled through the budget items with a frown. At least the increased club membership kept us in the black, even with the increased costs of everything.
Somehow, my part-time gig as a trainer for Club Blackstone had crept in scope over the past 12 months. First, they needed someone to live on site at the exclusive BDSM club, essentially as security. I liked to think that my military background had made me a top candidate, but it was more likely that of their options, I was the only one still single and unlikely to get married and want to move. I’d been perfectly happy to leave my Castle Rock apartment to move closer to Denver, and I still enjoyed living at the club, but the job kept growing.
Seth Peterson, the owner and official club manager, had moved to Austin to start a club there almost two years ago. When he left, they’d needed someone to take on more, and I had become the de facto manager for this club.
I loved the gig, but while my training at the Air Force Academy had prepared me well for security issues, my fourteen years as an Air Force pilot certainly hadn’t equipped me to manage budgets for cleaning items and bar essentials. I shoved my hand through my hair as I looked at the computer screen again, hoping for a moment of clarity.
When none came, I stood and stretched, leaving the spreadsheet for a moment. Maybe it was time to hire an actual manager, or at least an accountant. Someone to look at the bottom line, see when it was time to change the products we ordered. As soon as I had a chance, I’d discuss it with Seth.
I checked my watch. It was late afternoon, so there were a few hours left before the club would open. This would be a good time to go burn off some steam with a few miles on the treadmill, then wash away the sweat with a scalding hot shower.
And maybe tonight I’d find a nice submissive to take out my frustration on. My lips curled in an unkind smile, thinking of what I’d like to do if I found a willing masochist.
The subs that usually populated Blackstone were too soft for me. I had nothing against any of them, but it was no fun to hurt someone who didn’t want the pain. Consent was everything. As a sadist, I got off on hurting my sub, but she had to truly want it. I prided myself on reading people—subs and everyone else—and it was usually clear to me which subs needed a sadist. It was fairly common for subs to think they wanted the pain, but there was a difference between erotic pain and needing to lose yourself in it. I never wanted to push someone beyond their limits. I’d never forgive myself.
At the very least, I was usually called upon to discipline some wayward sub at least once a night, as part of the trainer gig. A discipline spanking was one time when I could push them harder, because the goal was to punish them. Even then, I didn’t want to push someone so far that they’d break.
3
Emma
Fridaynightwastypicallybusy at Blackstone. Compared to the longer days of summer, the shorter days of December brought an early sunset. Members showed up a little earlier during the winter, between the earlier onset of nighttime and the urge to get home to a warm house after a session at the club.
Tonight, I made it by 8:30. I checked in and settled into a sofa in the seating area with a mug of sugary coffee. These couches had become our place, and we claimed them every time I’d come here for the last few months. Tonight was no exception. I looked around. There was no play happening yet, although a few couples were in discussions at the tables. There were a few Doms at the bar, too. I noted which ones were drinking water, a clue that they planned to scene later.
“Emma! Hi!”
At the sound of my name, I turned and saw Savannah walking towards me with a smile on her face. She was a coppery redhead, with pale Irish coloring that made her dark lashes stand out. Tonight, she was wearing short shorts with a zipper that looked to run all the way from front to back, and a kelly green corset.
“Hot damn, girl! You look like you’re ready for a dirty St. Patty’s Day!” I giggled, patting the soft cushion of the sofa next to me. “Big plans tonight?”
Savannah shook her head. “Not for now. I’ll just…”
“Hope for the best!” I finished, laughing. “My mantra. Same here, girl.”
We compared notes from our days, venting about work and co-workers. Savannah worked as a horseback riding instructor and horse caretaker. I couldn’t imagine working outdoors all the time, but she loved it. Winter was the slow season for lessons, but the horses still needed just as much attention.
“So today Gemini, the Clydesdale—super big horse—knocked out a post in her stall. We were all so mad that we’re going to have to replace it, but she’s so cute you can’t be mad at her. She spent all day with her head sticking through her new window, begging for treats.” Savannah laughed as she told the story.
I could picture the huge horse with her face sticking out of the stall. I’d seen pictures, and she was a gorgeous horse. Every time I heard a story about one of Savannah’s horses, it made me want to go learn to ride. One of these days, I’d make it down there to try it out. Once it was warm, of course. No need to freeze my butt off.
“Hi there, girls,” Drew appeared out of nowhere.
“Shit! You scared me.” My mouth moved before my brain caught up. The deep timbre of his voice sent shivers down my spine.
Drew’s eyebrow cocked. “Care to rephrase that, little one?”
