Trigger
Sitting in Church for the second time in three days is a little unnerving. Watching my cousin and sister with Ryker and Spook, as well as their families is miserable. I may be young, but this is what I imagined I would have by now or at least a good woman at my back, but those dreams have vanished. All I want now is to get through each day without wanting to hit something or bury myself at the bottom of a bottle.
Disrupting my depressing thoughts, my dad slams the gavel on the wood table.
“Okay, so I know you fuckers don’t like seeing me as much as you have lately, but we have some shit going on down in Tallahassee with our Florida chapter.” My dad roughly smooths his hands down his face in exacerbation. “They’ve had men and women going missing from a club. In the past two weeks, two women and one man have disappeared. No one has heard from them and the local PD is at a loss. The only connection is the club they all visited. I had Greer call in Mad Dog to see what he could find out and I asked him to be here today.” He looks towards Mad Dog who I didn’t even notice as I was drowning in my loss.
Mad Dog clears his throat. “The club isn’t your normal night club. It’s a BDSM club. The women and men were dominates who were employed by the club a few nights a week. On the nights they went missing, they had been working at the club.”
Beanie cuts in. “What’s the name of the club?”
Mad Dog gives him his attention. “Wonderland.”
Beanie nods. “I know it well. Brad Knowles is the owner and also his partner Craig.”
“Correct.” Mad Dog huffs. “They aren’t very forthcoming with information.
“I can understand that.” Beanie supplies. “It’s a BDSM club. It isn’t the run of the mill we all congregate and fuck club. Look there are different types of BDSM clubs. They all have members but some employee their dominants and some just let the members have full reign over what they participate in. Wonderland employs, so instead of just members they have clients that are high profiled.”
Mad Dog stares at Beanie with confusion. “How do you know all of this?”
“Because I’m a Dom. I work out of the Upper Hand a few cities over and they are just like Wonderland. You don’t have to be a member to get in, but you do have to know the right people to get access.”
Mad Dog runs his thumb over his bottom lip concentrating entirely too much. “Do you have a submissive?” He asks.
“Normally I do, but at the moment one of my friends is filling in. She’s a Mistress, so being topped isn’t her forte but because she trusts me, she’s willing to help me out. I have a showcase tonight with a couple of new dominates I’m training.”
“Can you get me in? I need a better understanding of all of this. I might need a little of your domination training as well, because I have a feeling I might be going undercover.” Mad Dog growls.
“Um.” Beanie’s neck starts to turn a light shade of red. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. If I was using my regular submissive I wouldn’t have a problem, but I’m using someone everyone knows in this room and she’s deserves her privacy.”
Mad Dog tries again. “I promise that her secret will be safe with me. I’m not going to get my rocks off, I just need the insight.”
Rudy interrupts. “Wait a minute. Is she affiliated with this club?” He questions Beanie.
“In what capacity.” Beanie states.
“Is she a club girl, ol’ lady, you know?”
“No.”
My dad is as confused as the rest of the brothers at the table on who we all know that could possibly be a dominatrix.
“Beanie, who is she? Anything mentioned in this room stays in this room.”
“I’m sorry Prez, but it isn’t anyone in this room’s business. She’s not doing anything that puts this club in danger as well as she isn’t club property, so who she is isn’t anyone’s business.” Beanie turns to Mad Dog. “I’ll take you and you alone, but if at anytime she’s uncomfortable with you being there, you have to leave.”
“I can do that. I just don’t like going into something blind and I’m the kind of man that fucks in a bed or up against the wall. This tying up and gagging shit ain’t for me, but I need a quick run through so I don’t go into Wonderland looking like a dumbass.”
“Sorry to tell you, but a quick run through isn’t going to do shit for you. This type of training takes weeks if not months. It’s not something you can watch and think you know what the fuck to do in an hour.”
“What the fuck do you suggest?” Mad Dog huffs.
“You need to do what you did with Greer and find a dominant and a submissive to go undercover for you. And from the looks of the abductions you need the female and male dominates.”
“I don’t have time for all that shit. The abductions occur on Friday and Saturday nights. I need someone in there like yesterday since I only have a few days before the next one could happen.” Mad Dog roars.
My dad stands from his chair and places both hands on the table leaning over. “Beanie, is there anyone at the Upper Hand that would be willing to help and keep on the low down?”
Beanie looks down at his watch. “I’ll see if I can convince her to help. Then you will have your female dominate, but she’ll need a male sub. Tonight she’s just helping me out. She’s not submissive, but she is one hell of an actress.”
Prez shakes his head. “Talk to her tonight and then we’ll call another meeting tomorrow. Mad Dog, you go and watch and see if you have the mentality to perform what Beanie’s doing. If not, I’ll send Beanie with you.” He turns to Spook. “As much as I hate to say it, but I think Greer might be the best of the women here to participate in this undercover operation.”
Spook’s face turns hard. “What the fuck, Prez? You want to send your daughter, my woman to Florida as Beanie’s submissive.”
My dad clears his throat. “Spook, you’ll be going with them. I’m sure Beanie can throw you in the mix somehow or you can just go as security, but she’s the only one I know that can pull it off.”
Spook thinks on it for a few seconds and then nods in agreement. “Fine, but you’ll be the one to tell her.”
“I can do that.” He looks around the table. “So let’s say ten tomorrow morning to get our plan in motion.” Grunts of approval erupt from the table and my dad slams the gavel ending Church.