BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
ZECK
Scandals, 2
Khloe Wren
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
Zeck
Loud screams echoed behind me as I followed my band-mates down the hall to our backstage room. My blood still raced with the rush of performing and being able to interact with our fans. I let out a whoop. Our first show here in Paris was now over, and it had been awesome.
“Man, you crack me up every time. Never know what you’re going to do.”
I grinned at Law and did my stupid drunk dance through the doorway.
“What can I say? The crowd loves me!”
We all laughed and fell into chairs around the room. Except Dillon. He bee-lined for his girl. Like a magnet, my gaze followed him despite the fact I knew precisely what he was going to do. The way he caressed his palm over Ashlyn’s swollen belly before leaning down to kiss her had my stomach twisting. I wasn’t sure why. At twenty-three years old I was in my prime. I had no desire to settle down. Too much to see and do for that. But there was something about the intimacy, the bond they had that called to me.
“Zeck? Come with me for moment.”
“Sure, Jas.”
I rose to my feet, grateful for the distraction. I was struggling to hold onto my carefree facade in front of my friends tonight. Jasko, or Jas for short, was Right Time’s head of security. He was Russian and as big as a fucking truck. His English was fortunately fairly good, but occasionally his accent would strengthen and make it hard to understand what he was trying to say. Knowing he wouldn’t pull me away from the others without a good reason, I followed him intrigued over what he could want.
“What’s up, big guy?”
Jas led me to a smaller room the band wasn’t using, before closing the door.
“You look on edge tonight. I wanted to ask you some question.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, nervous that he’d noticed my inner turmoil.
“I just have some excess energy to burn. We haven’t been clowning around that much lately.”
Not only was Dillon spending all his spare time with his new wife, but Alec was quieter and less energetic. I guessed that, like me, watching Dillon with Ashlyn stirred up Alec’s inner desires. Law was no better, although I hadn’t been able to work out why he was suddenly acting so serious most of the time. On top of all that, we’d been flying all over the damn place with this tour. Down time hadn’t happened since our brief break for Dillon and Ashlyn’s wedding.
The big man nodded, then rubbed his jaw.
“I know you like to laugh and joke, but underneath you are thoughtful. You observe around you, help anyone you can. You are caretaker, yes?”
I shrugged a shoulder as embarrassment heated my cheeks. I liked to know everyone who I cared about was happy and safe. Was that a crime?
“I guess you could call me that. I know I’m lucky, that I have more than I deserve so I’m happy to share it around. I didn’t think management had an issue with it.”
While we’d been in Sydney, I’d ordered dozens of pizzas before driving around and giving them out to the homeless I found. Phillip, our manager, had said it was great publicity and humanized me. Whatever the hell that meant. I just wanted to help out. Feed a few hungry people. No big deal.
“You don’t much like management controlling you, do you?”
“Jas, we’ve been touring all bloody year. You know all of us are over being told what to do and where to be.”
I swallowed past a lump that had formed in my throat when I noticed the muscle along Jas’s jaw begin to tick as if he was clenching and unclenching it.
“When you take lover, you like to control her, yes?”
My head snapped up, and anger flashed through me.
“Where are you going with this? I don’t kiss and tell, you know that.”
He grinned at me, a big stupid “gotcha” grin.
“Tonight we go to a special club. One I think you like.”
I’d already been planning on heading out with the boys. I was hoping I could pick up a chipie for some relief.
“All of us, or just me and you?”
“Me and you. Other boys are not like you and me.”
I had no idea what he was talking about so fell back on humor like I always did.
“Well, so long as there’s plenty of women there, I’m a happy man, Jas.”
“I promise there will be women.”
There was something about the glint in his eye that made me nervous.
“Ah, okay so when are we going and what should I wear?”
What I was wearing was damp with sweat from running around on stage, so I’d definitely need to change.
“I have it arranged. We go to hotel now, shower and change. Then we go.”
****
“Where are we going again? And are the leather pants really necessary?”
As I asked Jas, I attempted once more to rearrange myself in the confines of the rear of the car. I’d checked in the mirror before we left and I knew they looked fucking spectacular, but damn they were restrictive on a man when it came to sitting down. I eyed the big man sitting beside me. Jasko looked completely comfortable in his own leathers. Like me, he wore a tight fitted black tank that did nothing to hide the massive amount of muscle the man was packing.
“Every man wears leather here. You get used to it soon.”
The sleek town car pulled up smoothly in front of a bland looking stone building on the outskirts of downtown Paris. Jas got out and moved to my side of the car. With a nervous inhale, I ran my palms over my head, making sure my hair was still neatly pulled back in the elastic tie. I pulled off my glasses and cleaned them before resettling them in place. My skin tingled with unease. I hated having to disguise myself every time I went out. Tonight I’d taken it easy, with only the stupid fake glasses and my shoulder length hair tied up. The evening was warm and I couldn’t be screwed mucking around with a wig that was only going to make me itch and uncomfortable all night. I hoped it was enough. The last thing I wanted was to get recognized at whatever this place was. I didn’t feel like handling a mob of fans at the moment. Not with my mind reeling from what Jas had said. Was I really that transparent?
The door opened, and a rush of cold air flowed over me as I rose from the vehicle. Out of habit, I held my breath, waiting for the screams to start.
“Private club. No fans here. You regular tourist here.”
I raised a brow at Jas. “Seriously? Not sure that’s possible no matter how private the place is. But hey, I’ve got the toughest man in the city with me, so I’m all good no matter what happens.”
Jas’s shoulders straightened, and he smirked at me. I was pretty sure Jas knew I was just yanking his chain, but whatever. If it made him smile, it was all good. A horrible thought crept into my mind.
“This isn’t some kind of joke is it? There are women in here?”
So help me if Jas had brought me to a gay club … because if he had, he so had the wrong band member! While I have nothing against homosexuals, I wasn’t one. And tonight I really could use some female company. Jas didn’t answer me, but pushed open the door and ushered me through it. Heavy bass thumped through the walls of the small reception area. Jas strolled over to an expensive looking desk. The woman standing next to it froze my breath. She was a timid looking thing, dressed for sex in a purple corset and black leather mini skirt. I took a deep breath. This was definitely not a gay club.
Jas leaned in and spoke directly into the woman’s ear, and I smiled as the girl’s eyes widened and her gaze zoomed in on me. She nodded at whatever Jas said, and before I knew it we were on our way down a flight of stairs to the basement.
Ducking through a dark red curtain, I found myself in another world. I stood still and blinked as my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit club. My spine straightened when they focused. There were women and a few men bound to benches and crosses, or kneeling at another’s feet.
“Jas? How’d you know this place was here?”
“How you think?”
Before he could explain more a tall, curvy woman strolled straight up to him. I stood mesmerized as she gracefully fell to her knees in front of the Russian.
“Evening, Sir. How may I serve you?”
A grin curved my lips as excitement buzzed through my veins. Jas was a fucking Dom, and he’d brought me to a kink club. I wasn’t so naive to have never heard of BDSM. After overhearing my sister wax poetic over some book she’d read, I’d secretly borrowed it from her to see what all the fuss was about. My curiosity was piqued, but I hadn’t taken it further. I could just imagine what Phillip, our manager, would do if I was caught whipping some chick. It would make Dillon knocking up Ashlyn seem droll.
I chuckled when the woman preened and purred as Jas ran a hand over her head.
“Rise, myshka.”
As the woman rose, I spoke to Jas.
“What did you just call her?”
“Little mouse. Endearment in Russian.”
A soft smile formed on her face. Apparently, she liked the name.
“Follow me.”
I had no idea if Jas was talking to me or his little mouse, but I didn’t know what else to do so I followed him over to a couple of low couches surrounded by large floor cushions.
“Sit, Zeck. Observe for while.”
He whispered into the woman’s ear, and she trotted off toward the bar as I sat down.
“You’ve been here before haven’t you?”
“Paris is not so far from England. Whenever in town I come. Jane is American, so she like Dom who speak English.”
I had to laugh.
“But dude, you’re Russian!”
With a low chuckle, he shrugged.
“She like Russian accent.”
Jane returned with two beers and handed us one each. As I took my first mouthful, she lowered to her knees again and leaned against Jas’s leg. Jas started up with the petting thing he’d done earlier, and Jane’s body relaxed as she sighed. Pulling my focus away from her I glanced around the large space to see what else was going on. My attention caught on a beautiful, lush woman wearing only a lacy blue g-string over her curvy body being tied up. Her Dom was wrapping golden rope, which matched her hair color, around her nude body with precise movements and tying knots faster than a Boy Scout could. Her arms were behind her back and her large round breasts were thrust out as her Dom framed them with the rope. I moved my pelvis trying to give my dick more room. Damn, but that woman was hot. My mouth watered as I imagined what it would be like to suckle on her pretty pink nipples.
“Evening, gentlemen. Welcome back, Jas. I see you brought a guest tonight. Mind if I join you for a while?”
My mind cleared of lust, and I focused on the newcomer. I was a little stunned at the man’s flawless English. He had only a slight accent. He was clearly French, but at a guess he’d spent at least a couple of years in the UK, or maybe the US.
“Of course. As we discussed, I brought Krys to come see if he like.”
I smiled as Jas called me by my middle name. Another part of the disguise. The man let rip with a loud burst of laughter.
“I’ve missed your sense of humor, Jas. My club is filled with beautiful submissives being pleasured by their Doms. What’s not to like, my friend?”
Smirking, I relaxed into my seat, instantly liking the club owner.
“It’s a great looking club you have. What do I call you?”
I didn’t want to break any Dom code or anything. I already liked the look of this place and really didn’t want to get booted out the door.
“My name is Brian, but mostly I am called Monsieur here. So, you think this is something you’d like to learn more about?”
“Definitely. To be honest I’d gotten interested in BDSM a year or so ago but didn’t want to risk the publicity of looking into it.”
Brian nodded toward me.
“That I can understand. My club here is exclusive and private. Everything that happens beneath my roof is consensual, and there is also a no camera rule, which includes phones. Anyone caught breaking either of those rules is banned instantly.”
My muscles relaxed in relief. This place sounded like heaven. It also explained why Jas had me leave my phone in the car earlier.
“No cameras sounds great. I might never leave.”
I grinned over at the owner.
“If you would like to come back regularly, I’ll need you to fill out some paperwork, but for tonight you’re here as Jas’s guest and I’m sure you’ll behave yourself. Is there anything you’ve seen so far that has caught your eye?
I focused back on the scene I’d been watching earlier.
“I rather like the look of the rope stuff.”
Brian chuckled. “That’s called shibari, not rope stuff. What’s your schedule like? Will you be able to make it in again before you leave town?”
I rubbed the back of my neck.
“So long as I can come in late, I’m good any night this week.”
He gave me a nod of understanding, and I was grateful Jas had obviously explained to him who I was already.
“Tomorrow night then. Come back and I’ll have a training session set up for you. I would offer you a place in our Dom training program, but you won’t be staying that long. I’m sure Jas will be able to find you somewhere closer to home to train.”
“Thanks, Brian. I certainly hope so. And I’m already looking forward to tomorrow night.”
It was the truth. I was intrigued by everything that was going on around me, and that sweet little thing getting trussed up across the room still had my body hard and aching.
“Will the demonstration be on the same girl?”
Brian gave me a knowing smile.
“I shall request young Isobel join us for the session. I’m sure she’ll agree. Little Issy loves being in the firm hold of ropes.”
With satisfaction I leaned back in the seat and watched as little Issy got herself well and truly tied in knots across the room. Tomorrow night it would be knots I helped to tie that would bind her beautiful form. My dick kicked against the fly of my leathers. Yeah, shibari was definitely my kind of kink.
****
I slipped into the girls’ change room and cringed. Monique was running her mouth again. I was going to miss a lot of things about France. Bitching little Monique was not one of them. It was thoughts of never having to see Monique again that would keep me from overstaying my visa.
After nearly a full year in Paris my nannying job was over, and I was left with a few precious weeks before I had to return home to Australia. I frowned at my locker. I knew the moment I got home I had some decisions to make. Shaking my head, I pushed it all aside. I wouldn’t let worries over the future taint my night.
“I’m telling you, it was Zeck from Right Time. Monsieur Brian and Monsieur Jas were sitting with him last night. And Jane. Where is she? She was all over Monsieur Jas, as per usual.”
Jane had been beyond excited last night. She adored Jas, especially his accent. I had to agree with her that when it deepened to his Dom drawl, it was pretty damn sexy.
I faced Monique. “That guy had glasses on. Zeck doesn’t wear them.”
I wasn’t a huge fan, but I watched TV. I knew who Right Time was and that they were currently playing in Paris. Monique rolled her eyes at me as she zipped up her mini skirt, which barely covered her ass.
“Oh, of course he tried to disguise himself! But I’d know that tattoo anywhere.”
I thought back to the man Monique was talking about as I opened my locker and dumped my bag inside. A small sigh escaped my throat. He had been totally dreamy, with his dark hair pulled back into a sleek low ponytail. I hadn’t thought the glasses looked right on his handsome face, but the leather pants sure as hell did. He’d worn a tight black tank that revealed his gloriously muscled biceps. Of course I noticed. I’d always had a thing for bulging biceps on a man. An intricate tattoo had curved around one arm and up under his shirt. A massive oriental dragon. Just like the one Zeck from Right Time has.
“Get over it, Monique. I doubt he’ll be back, and even if he does, this is a private club. You can’t go fan-girling the man like some groupie at a concert.”
I gripped the edge of my locker tightly to prevent clapping in applause as an older submissive dressed Monique down.
Monique responded predictably with a mouthful of creative French cursing I couldn’t quite translate … not that I needed to. I focused on getting myself dressed for the evening. Monsieur Brian had called me this morning to ask if I’d be happy to be used to teach a new Dom shibari later tonight. Naturally, I said yes. Monsieur Brian was an expert with rope, and any submissive would do just about anything to be the one he tied up.
“How you doing tonight, Issy?”
I gasped and pressed a hand over my heart.
“You have to stop sneaking up on me like that, woman!”
I looked up at the beautiful Domme leaning beside her locker.
“Good thing we’re not out on the floor, doll, or I’d have you over a bench for that.”
I rolled my eyes and smirked at Raine.
“You love my cheekiness, admit it.”
“Only because you make it look so adorable. The Australian accent helps, too. You still sure you don’t swing my way?”
Heat bloomed over my cheeks. No matter how many times females hit on me, I always flushed.
“Sorry, still straight as an arrow.”
“Ah, well, can’t blame a girl for trying.”
Smoothing out my mini dress I turned my back on Raine.
“Zip me up?”
Naturally, she ran her fingers up my spine first causing a soft sigh to escape. Her touch really was lovely. I’d been coming to the club for six months and had gone through their training program for new submissives. At the beginning I’d struggled with how comfortable everyone was being naked in front of each other. But over time, I’d discovered this lifestyle attracted all sorts. Not just young and thin, but all ages and shapes. It made me feel a lot better about showing my rounded curves occasionally. Which, with how much I loved shibari, was a good thing. It seemed like I was always flashing my boobs in the club. Good thing policy said I had to wear a g-string out on the floor. The private rooms were a different story. I frowned as I wondered if Monsieur Brian would want to give me aftercare in one of those rooms tonight. I loved being tied up, but I didn’t have sex with every Dom that touched me. I was extremely picky with who I gave that privilege to.
“Such soft skin, doll. Monsieur Brian called you today, yes?”
My body started heating with arousal as the zipper slid up slowly.
“Yep, he’s demonstrating on me tonight.”
Raine’s breath caressed my ear as she leaned in.
“Monique may be full of shit most of the time, but she’s on the mark this time. Monsieur Brian is trussing you up for none other than Zeck from Right Time.”
The whispered words landed in my stomach like a rock.
“Shit.”
I let my head drop forward as my blood cooled. This was the last thing I needed. Monique would no doubt see me and make my life hell until I left the country.
“Dammit, I should have said no.”
Raine gripped my shoulders and spun me around to face her.
“No, you should have said yes, just like you did. Every submissive here could have said no and Monique still wouldn’t have been asked. She’s only here because her big sister is dating Monsieur Brian’s brother. We all tolerate her, but don’t think we’re all not keeping an eye on her. The first time she pushes things too far, she’ll be out on her perky little ass.”
I begged for Raine to understand with my gaze.
“She’s going to give me hell every second I’m at the club after this. You know she will.”
Raine tweaked my nose, and I wriggled it to ease the tingle she’d created.
“Have a little faith, doll. You, everyone likes. No one is going to let you get hassled. Now, I get to spend a couple of hours with you until Monsieur Brian’s guest arrives.”
I gave her one last pleading look, which only earned me a smirk. I squeaked when as I walked beside Raine, she spanked my ass. Laughing, she placed a hand on the nape of my neck and gently led me out into the main area of the club.
Two hours later, Raine led me over to Monsieur Brian’s station. The closer I got, the faster my heart beat. My mouth went dry when it dawned on me that I was about to get stripped down to my knickers in front of a world famous singer. I began to tremble. I couldn’t do this. Why on earth had I said yes?
“Relax, doll. You’re safe. He’s like any other man here. Focus on the rope,” Raine whispered into my ear then kissed my cheek.
“Monsieur Brian, your submissive as you requested.”
“Thank you, Madame Raine, and thank you for taking such good care of her tonight. Issy, you look ravishing as always.”
As I’d been trained, the moment Madame Raine removed her hand, I smoothly glided to my knees to kneel in front of Monsieur Brian. Focus. I needed to simply keep my focus away from the superstar on my right. Rope. That’s what tonight was about. The freedom and high I felt when I was enveloped by soft lengths of rope. With a deep breath, I smiled and allowed my shoulders to slump as the tension left me.
****
Zeck
She gracefully dropped to her knees, and my breath hitched. My skin had begun tingling with anticipation the moment I saw her moving across the floor toward me. She was bloody stunning. As I discreetly rearranged my erection with the heel of my palm, I wondered how long her hair would be if it wasn’t pinned up like it was. My fingers twitched with the thought of how soft it would feel to bury my hand in the golden lengths.
“This is Issy. She’s Australian, so we can easily do this session in English. With safewords, we use the traffic light system here. If Issy says red, you stop and free her as fast as possible. Yellow, you need to stop and discuss what the issue is before continuing and green means she’s fine. Understand?”
I nodded, my mouth suddenly too dry to speak. I’d never had lust hit me this hard and the woman was still dressed!
“Rise and turn around, pet.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I frowned when she trembled. Was she afraid?
“Don’t worry yourself. She’s merely nervous. Everyone here at the club is here voluntarily, and as I said last night, everything is consensual. Issy? Where are we?”
“Green, Monsieur.”
Brian turned her to face me, and I found myself staring into piercing green eyes. Recognition flared in her irises, and I knew she’d worked out who I was. I held my breath waiting for her to start screaming as disappointment swamped me. I’d had high hopes for this club. I’d thought I’d found somewhere I could be just another man.
“Good evening, Monsieur. It’s a pleasure to be at your service tonight.”
I cocked my head, struck silent for a moment. Had she not recognized me after all? And that voice. Her Australian accent had all my blood heading south, as she spoke in a husky sexy drawl I’d never get tired of hearing.
“Thank you, Issy. I’m so glad you said yes to tonight.”
Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. Brian started chuckling.
“Yes, pet. He asked specifically for you. You made quite the impression on him last night with your and Monsieur Pierre’s shibari scene.”
A peaceful look flowed over her face and her body loosened at the reminder. If the memory of a scene could do that, how would she react once she was trussed up tonight?
“Let’s get started. Issy, present yourself.”
“If you would please unzip my dress, Monsieur. I can’t reach the zipper.”
The big Dom nodded with a kind smile. “Of course, pet. It is a beautiful dress, but your skin looks so exquisite bound in rope, I don’t want anything in the way. But I won’t be doing it. Monsieur Krys? Would you move in behind Issy and help her undress, please?”
My lips quirked at Brian using my middle name. I wasn’t used to it, so I’d have to make sure I paid attention for it tonight. My heart rate picked up as I moved faster than I ever had. Standing inches from her, I inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet floral scent. My fingers trembled as I gripped her small zipper tab. Slowly I slid it down, the sides of the pretty green dress split open revealing pale perfection. Lifting up my other hand I trailed my fingers down her spine. She didn’t move, but I felt the shiver that ran through her and it had my heart racing. I clenched my jaw when I pushed the material over her fleshy hips. Emerald green lace flowed around her waist and disappeared between the lush smooth cheeks of her ass. I moved back as she stepped out of the material pooled around her ankles. I groaned and nearly swallowed my tongue when she bent over to collect the dress. Damn, but she had the finest ass I’d ever seen.
“Enjoying the view, Monsieur Krys?”
“You know I am.”
“Tell her what you’re thinking. A big part of this lifestyle is communication, voicing our wants and desires. I do believe sweet Issy would enjoy hearing your opinion on her derriere.”
I cleared my throat a couple of times. I was used to joking my way through whenever I felt at all awkward, but I couldn’t now. I knew a joke in this moment would destroy this beautiful creature before me. And that was the last thing I wanted.
“Baby, you have the sexiest arse I’ve ever seen and I’m barely holding back from finding out if it’s as soft as it looks.”
A dark chuckle came from Brian as Issy carefully folded the dress before she placed it on a nearby chair.
“Thank you, Monsieur.”
Her face was lowered, but I caught the slight blush over her cheeks as she turned to move back to stand in front of Brian.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Ignoring the promise in Brian’s words, I folded my arms across my chest once again to keep from reaching out for her as I took in her posture. She looked so sensual standing in her underwear. Her feet were shoulder width apart and her arms were behind her back. Each hand cupped the opposite elbow. Her head was lowered, facing the floor as she calmly waited.
Brian walked over to a nearby table and lifted a bundle of rope that matched Issy’s g-string in color. How much planning went into these scenes? I couldn’t believe they’d fluked the rope matching her underwear. I opened my mouth to ask but stopped before I said anything. Issy gracefully leaned forward and kissed the center of the coil of rope as Brian held it out. When Brian shook out the bundle, I was transfixed. The rest of the club disappeared. All I could see was that emerald rope and Issy’s fair skin. Brian’s movements were fast but smooth as he bound her arms together. Every knot formed part of an intricate pattern. Once he’d finished with her arms he moved to stand in front of her again.
“Where are we, pet?”
“Green, Monsieur.”
Her breathy voice had my dick twitching against my leather pants. Brian glanced at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
“Turn around and show Monsieur Krys how amazing you look from the front, pet.”
My mouth watered when she turned. I’d seen her breasts last night, but not up close like this. They were large and soft and tipped with stiff pink nipples. What I’d give to wrap my lips around them both. Brian’s hands shifted to lift the mounds, and I groaned as he released them and they fell back where they were. I licked my dry lips.
“You are stunning.”
“Thank you, Monsieur.”
Damn, that breathy voice of hers was going to have me coming in my pants. I ran the heel of my palm over my length through the leather. Brian grinned as he shook his head at me, and I shrugged. It was pretty obvious this little scene was arousing the hell out of me.
Brian moved in front of her and pulled a length of rope over each shoulder. He made short work of binding her breasts so they sat high and thrust out begging for some loving. He moved down her torso creating a pattern of diamonds over her flesh. Taking a deep breath, I took her in. Her face looked so serene and peaceful. I doubted she was aware of anything going on around her, other than the feel of the rope. In that moment I decided I would master shibari. I wanted to put that look on Issy’s face. There was something about this woman that called to me like no other ever had … and I was sure it wasn’t simply because she was the first I’d seen tied up. Since walking in the door tonight, I’d had to turn down a couple of scantily clad submissives who offered me their services. One was particularly persistent, but she’d had that glint in her eye that said she knew who I was so I’d had no trouble turning her down. Several times. But Issy, I knew I’d never be able to turn her sweetness away.
****
I ran my tongue over my front teeth as I glared across the room. That little bitch had known Zeck was mine if he came back, and what did she do? Showed him how easy she was with anyone who could tie a knot. It was pathetic. The slutty little Australian should go back home and leave men like Zeck to be handled by a real woman. Like me.
I’d been putting up with this little hellhole for months waiting for someone powerful or famous to come through the doors. I deserved to get my payoff for all I’d suffered. Letting these so-called Doms beat on my ass night after night. A shudder ran through me. I couldn’t fake it for much longer. I needed to find myself a man, someone rich that could afford to take care of me.
I was a little surprised Brian hadn’t chosen a private room for this little scene of his. Zeck was obviously new to this kink crap. He was standing to the side watching Brian tie the little tart up. Sure, he was sporting an impressive erection, but come on. The man had bare tits in his face and he was only male. It didn’t mean he needed this lifestyle to be happy. If I caught him soon enough, I could convince him a nice normal girl was what he really needed. I patted my hair, making sure it was all still perfectly in place. He needed someone perfectly presented that would handle being in the media. Basically, he needed me.
A growl escaped my throat when Zeck helped Brian strap the little tart down to a bench. Oh great. They were going to spank the little slut. I barely held in the urge to curl my lip. The silly twit looked like she actually enjoyed it. Her face was lax with bliss as Brian showed Zeck how to slap her ass. I huffed. Like any man needed instructions on how to slap a lump of flesh that big. You couldn’t miss even if you closed your eyes! I’d never understood society’s fascination with curvy women. I spent hours every day in the gym to keep my figure tight and trim. Unlike the fat Australian, there was no soft dimply flesh on my body.
Bile rose up my throat when Zeck pulled his palm back and landed a blow on her ass. The idiot was smiling like he’d found a case of money. I ran my palms down my dress, looking like I was simply checking everything was how it should be. When I reached my special hidden pocket, I pressed the button to activate the small camera I had carefully set up. I hoped I was close enough to get enough to work with. I tapped my finger a few times, taking more photos of Zeck beating the fat tart’s ass.
I shook my head with a huff when the silly man moved to press himself against the tart’s now red ass. He was pressing that impressive length of his against her. Damn it! It should be me he was sexing up, not her. I tapped another couple of pictures vowing to make him pay for ignoring me. When all this was over, he would come to me. He would need a nice pretty normal woman to show the world he wasn’t an abusive asshole like the rest of them in here. And conveniently, I’d be there to help soothe his hurt ego and help him move on from this horrible mistake.
When Zeck helped the tart straighten from the bench, he palmed her breasts and kissed her shoulder. Like they were lovers or some shit. Gagging, I turned and strode to the change room. I’d seen all I could handle for tonight, and now I had work to do. I so loved the digital age. All I had to do was go home, upload the images and send off a few emails. I grinned. I may even be able to make some money out of the photos.
“You’re calling it a night early. Everything okay?”
I turned toward Raine with as sweet a smile as I could manage. I needed to keep up the facade a little longer.
“I’m feeling a little ill, so I’m heading home. Night, Madame.”
Raine didn’t respond, but I could feel her gaze on me until I slipped through the door to the change room. I sighed as I leaned back against the closed door. The room was empty. After a couple deep breaths, I headed to my locker and quickly changed. I needed to get home and work out how best to use my new pretty pictures.
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