by Mayburn, Ann
"How will we know who he is?"
Kent grimaced. "Mr. Jerry said he would find us. They want us to identify Rashid and trail him. It's unlikely all of the anarchists will be there. They usually operate in small and separate cells to avoid detection. It sounds more like a personal jaunt for him and his lady."
"Even if we arrested Rashid in the club, it's unlikely it would stop the attack they have planned. We need to find out what they are going to do and prevent it." Asher stroked a hand over her as he passed. She loved how physical they were with their affection to her. "I promise Rashid won't lay one finger on you."
"But you can't really know that, can you? There really is no way you can protect me totally." Swallowing, she leaned closer to the mirror to outline her eyes with a silvery liner. "I know you think I'm young and immature--"
"I think you’re amazing," Kent protested.
Asher said, "We love you."
She continued as if they had never interrupted her. "But I do know what will happen if we don't stop them. I've seen it over and over again with every terrorist bombing or kidnapping my father has dealt with." Closing her eyes, she leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the mirror. "I lived through it myself with the death of my mom."
This time she did let Asher hug her, then pushed him off with a watery smile. "I don't want to cry off my makeup." With the stealth any ninja would envy, Kent stalked up behind her and gave her a wet willy. "Gross! What are you, twelve?" Rubbing her wet ear against her shoulder, she kicked at his leg and missed.
"So what do you think you want to wear?" Kent patted the bed next to him and Asher sat behind him, wrapping his arms around Kent. It warmed her heart that they trusted her enough to be themselves around her. Brushing on her mascara, she realized she was probably the only person in the world they allowed themselves to relax fully around.
"Are you going to make Kent wear a dress?" Asher asked in a teasing tone and dodged a punch on the shoulder from Kent. The two men wrestled on the bed, and she tried to not get distracted by the sight of all that strength.
"Not sure. I'll have to see what the store has to offer." The excitement was back and she tried to focus only on the moment. Only on the joy of being alive and in love. On the bed, the men's fighting had turned into a deep kiss. It was only the mental image of dressing them up in delicious bondage outfits that kept her from joining them on the bed.
Her lips quirked into a grin as she applied her sparkly, soft bronze eyeshadow. "We'll have to find something good. I don't want us to stand out as posers. The regulars will know the difference and that will make us stick out. Besides, Rashid might be in the private playrooms and we'll need to show we can hang in order to get back there without raising a fuss."
"Private playrooms?" Kent let out a huff of air as Asher flipped him off the bed.
"Yeah. If it's an established fetish club, they are going to have private areas for their regulars to play in."
"You're okay with that?" Asher brushed his lips over Kent's shoulder as the men regarded her with a mixture of amusement and wariness. "We don't want to do anything that will make you uncomfortable. If need be, I can always play with Kent."
"Who's gonna be the bottom?" Kent gripped Asher's thigh and massaged the tight muscles. "Or I can try to sneak Asher and myself back there. It might be more effective than either of us trying to pretend to be a sub."
With her hands on her hips, she glared at both of them. "Are you kidding me? Playing in front of all of those people, knowing most of them would give their right arm to be your slave? No way are you going to deprive me of this." Turning back to the mirror, she used her teeth to tear at the cellophane off a tube of lipstick. "And I can finally use that stupid trigger for something I want."
Asher put his arm around Kent's waist and regarded her with amusement. "Do we get any say in what we wear?"
"Nope," she said cheerfully.
"It's only fair then that we get to pick out your outfit." Kent brought Asher's free hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles.
"Dream on." They both growled at her and she sighed, trying to spike her blonde hair in the mirror without much success. "Fine, you can help me pick out an outfit. But I get veto power."
* * * *
"Lalita, behave!" Kent laughed and ducked behind Asher. The warm evening air felt good on her skin and she adjusted the shiny red latex mask covering the upper half of her face.
Cocking her hip, she examined the men from head to toe and sighed in appreciation. Both were dressed in some variation of black leather, her favorite. Asher wore a pair of black leather pants that laced up the front over his rather impressive bulge. The black mesh of his shirt revealed every ripple of muscle beneath and clung to his broad shoulders. His mask was shaped like hers, but was in black leather instead of red latex.
Kent tilted his square jaw at an arrogant angle, confident in his good looks. His black leather pants hung very low on his hips and the edge of his black leather shirt stopped an inch above where the pants started. That sliver of muscled torso drove her wild and she wanted to lick along the exposed pale flesh. He also wore a black leather mask similar to theirs.
"You look like walking sex." Asher adjusted himself behind his pants.
Blushing, she ducked her head and mumbled, "Thanks." After debating for around an hour at the store, they had finally settled on a choice for her. White thigh-high latex boots clung to her white fishnet-covered legs. A shiny red latex dress pushed her breasts together where it laced in the front, and flared out around her waist with a poof of white crinoline beneath.
She spun around and said, "Oh, a penny." Bending over, she gave her butt a little wiggle and was rewarded with low cursing. She wore a white lace thong with ruffles and rhinestones over the top curve of her bottom. Normally she wouldn't have worn them, but Asher had picked them out with an expression of pure lust. While she did not intend to go totally naked, she loved the idea of teasing Asher. And paying the price later.
Kent held the final piece of her outfit in his hand--two red leather leashes to attach to the red latex collar at her throat. Kent snicked it to her throat and gave an experimental tug. Asher traced the edge of the collar with his fingertip. "Someday, I want to get you a collar with our names on it."
Even without the trigger, her body throbbed and tightened at his words. They were going to trigger her once she was inside and hope their efforts worked at lessening its effects on her. The theory was that in her triggered state, she would be more likely to recognize Rashid's voice and that of the woman--if they could get back to the private rooms and if she could fight off the trigger long enough to remain coherent.
"Shall we?" Kent and Asher stood on either side of her, holding out their arms.
They took their place at the back of the line and she felt like preening beneath the envious stares of the other patrons. Many wore cloaks despite the warm night, and she wondered what they had on beneath that they had to shield from the general public.
Cars passed and beeped on the busy street, and she was glad she wore a mask. It was funny to watch the double take that people did when they passed the club. Even more fun to watch the men, and sometimes the women, get fussed at by their partners as they slowed down to get a better look.
The line slowly moved and the men whispered to each other. She was content to stand between them, pressed against their warmth with Ken's fist wrapped around one of her leashes and Asher's fist clenching the other. The couple in front of them kept stealing glances and doing some whispering of their own. She tried to peer above their heads, but even in her heeled boots she was too short to make out much other than shirts and backs.
"Anything?" Kent whispered into her ear.
"No. I can't see or hear much, too short."
"Well, isn't that a bitch," Kent whispered into her ear, holding her close in anticipation of the trigger. Her body didn't disappoint, a shudder of pleasure brought her breath out in a jagged pant. A little more of her mind managed to
rise above the effects of the trigger. Squeezing Asher's hand, she smiled at him.
"Better this time?" he asked in a low rumble.
"Yeah. Physically it's the same, but I'm more … myself."
"Heads-up, kids," Kent said and nodded toward where a very tall woman in a pink latex ball gown stood talking to the bouncer and looking at them. Tapping her chin with a closed white lace fan, she returned Lalita's stare with a saucy wink.
The blonde curls falling to her waist shone with the light of passing cars as she strutted down the side of the line. Though she wore a rhinestone choker around her neck, Lalita was betting the tall blonde was a man. It was something in the way she walked, the broadness of the shoulders and the sharp angles of her beautiful face. And the strong, lean muscles of her arms.
Lalita was surprised to find she was attracted to the tall blonde, but then again confidence was always sexy.
"Well, hello there," the tall woman purred. "You're new."
"We're from Miami and in town for the fireworks." Asher stroked her back, and she relaxed beneath his touch. Up close, the tall woman was even more stunning. Her square jaw and bowed pink lips gave her face enough of a masculine edge to be intriguing beneath the artfully applied makeup.
"We read about the club and wanted to see what all the fuss was about." Kent laced his fingers into hers and the feeling of safety intensified.
"The fuss, eh?" The other patrons in line whispered amongst themselves, but Lalita was totally focused on the woman.
"And what about you, little sub, did you want to see what the fuss is about?" Despite the flippant and cutting tone, her blue eyes were kind.
"Whatever brings my masters pleasure brings me pleasure." That was the absolute truth, and she had no problem returning the woman's gaze without flinching.
Those beautiful pink lips parted into a million-dollar smile. "In that case, please do come in."
She unsnapped the black velvet rope and held it out for them. Angry mutters followed in their wake as they trailed after the tall woman. Pausing at the entrance, she tilted her head and struck a pose. "My name is Blondie, welcome to Serenity."
Chapter Ten
Gorgeous was the first word that came to Lalita's mind. Instead of the usual black walls with accents of silver, this club was decorated in Baroque style. Rich, decadent, pale cream walls with gilded scrollwork arched into a decorated domed ceiling.
Craning her neck, she examined the details of the painting overhead. Full-figured women displayed themselves in a variety of poses while cherubs whipped them. Definitely not something you would find at the Louvre.
Blondie gave them a moment to absorb it all, a pleased smile on her lips. In her latex ball gown, she blended right in. Other patrons wore outfits similar to theirs, but the majority also adopted a more formal dress--if you could call corsets that revealed a woman's breasts and latex pantaloons formal.
With a swish of her hips, Blondie led them to a dimly lit booth against the far wall. The white marble tabletop had golden manacles attached to it, and Lalita felt a shiver of apprehension.
Asher pulled her in next to him and Kent followed. The warm press of their legs against her made her squirm. This wasn't at all like the clubs she was used to. Despite the gleam of the decor, it managed to carry a much more serious tone than the playful atmosphere of other fetish parties she had attended.
"Mr. Jerry sends his love," Blondie murmured into Asher's ear loud enough for her to hear. Kent stiffened next to her and gripped her thigh. The strength of his hand brought an answering moan that she tried to choke back. Arching one delicately sculpted eyebrow, Blondie said, "I take it she's been triggered?"
Before they could answer, a mature dark-haired woman dressed in a sumptuous violet leather gown led her graceful male slave on his hands and knees to their table. On his back, perfectly balanced, lay a tray full of champagne glasses. "Refreshments?" she asked with a smile for Blondie.
"You're a darling." Blondie plucked the glasses from the tray and handed them around the table.
Lalita stared at hers, unsure what she should do. She needed the men to direct her in this and awaited their command. If she was supposed to be their well-trained slave, she was under their orders at all times. She knew at least that much from the fetish parties she attended.
Blondie stroked the slave's cheek. "It's almost showtime. Could you be a dear and make sure they have my bells ready?"
"Of course," the woman said in a pleasant voice Making a clucking sound, she tugged the slave after her and they crossed the wide marble dance floor to enter a guarded door at the back of the room.
"Can you get us in?" Asher said before taking a sip of his champagne.
"Maybe." She gave Kent an arch look as he muttered something uncomplimentary. "It depends on your little sub."
"Me?" Lalita said and fidgeted. The ache in her pussy was back, and she found it hard to focus on them. All around the room, people were doing delicious things that made her wet with need. It was nothing overt, rather small huddles of submission.
"I would like to play with her for my performance." Blondie tried to appear calm, but real hunger flickered in her eyes when she glanced at Lalita.
"No way," Kent said in a hard voice. His grip on her thigh became possessive and inched up her leg, leaving her arching her back.
Blondie rolled her eyes and toyed with a blonde curl. "I'm not going to do anything that she doesn't want me to do." Blondie examined her closer. "Strike that, nothing that you don't want me to do to her. She'll enter subspace rather quickly and lose whatever sense the trigger has left her with." People began to fill the area around the center of the room, taking seats and talking among themselves with excitement. "Look, I've been with my submissive wife, Diana, for fifteen years. I have the utmost respect for relationships, no matter how unconventional they may be. Plus, Diana will be assisting me and she'll make sure your girl is ok. Diana is very protective of the subs that come here to play and myself and everyone that works here is very protective of Diana."
Asher blew out a harsh breath through his nose. "No sex, no penetration, no heavy pain or blood."
Lifting her broad shoulders, Blondie gave Asher a narrow-eyed glare. "I've been doing this a very long time. I promise you I'll return your little sub in a better condition than when I got her. And you may learn a thing or two."
Clutching Asher's hand beneath the table, Lalita tried to inch it onto her thigh. The need was beginning to build to the point where she would lose control soon. At least if she was being restrained by Blondie, she wouldn't get them kicked out of the club. For as erotic as the play around them was, there was no outright sexual contact beyond kissing and a few fleeting caresses of exposed flesh.
Smoothing her hand down the front of her dress, Lalita took a deep breath. "Please understand I love them very much. I don't want to do anything that will harm the trust they have in me."
Standing, Blondie reached across the table and cupped Lalita’s face in her large hand. "You are a treasure." Looking from Asher to Kent, she said, "Is she allowed to come?"
"No," both men said in a tone that gave no room for argument over Lalita's protests.
Blondie laughed then, a deep chuckle that hinted at the man beneath the gown. "Fabulous." Still smiling, she left their table and sashayed toward the center of the room where a small stage draped in shimmering gold fabric was being set up. It would make her look like she stood in the center of a jewel box.
"I need," Lalita whimpered and tried to urge their hands up her thighs.
"Yes, but when you orgasm you are programmed to go into a hypnotic sleep without more sexual stimulation. We need you awake at least long enough to identify Rashid." Asher ran a soothing hand down her cheek.
"I promise when we get you to the hotel--"
"Car," she said and clutched at his hand..
Kent fought a grin, his blue eyes sparkling behind his mask. "Okay, when we get you to the car we'll take care of you."
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sp; The lights lowered until the chandeliers overhead bathed the center of the floor in a dim golden glow. An odd piece of equipment that looked like a vaulting horse was wheeled out. Blondie strode out into the spotlight amid cheers and clapping. Behind her, a curvaceous redhead in a sheer black sheath with a black latex collar carried another silver tray. The two women stopped in the circle of light and Blondie curtsied while the woman folded gracefully to her knees at her side.
Lalita studied them both. It was odd to think of the larger-than-life drag queen having a wife, but then again she was in no position to judge on what was considered normal.
Asher leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You are forbidden to come. I give you permission to ride the edge, but no orgasm."
Kent chuckled from next to her and slid his hand up her inner thigh, playing with the texture of the fishnet. Pressing her lips together, she fought back a moan. The idea of being displayed for them, being worked over by an experienced Dom, made her rigid with tension.
"If it gets to be too much, say the word ‘corduroy’." Asher's lips brushed against her ear, and she sighed at the sensation. So gentle, so soft, she could never get enough of his lips.
She was barely aware of Blondie speaking until she heard, "Tonight I have a special guest from Miami to torment with the permission of her generous masters." There was a scattering of applause and Blondie turned to their table with a wicked grin. "Oh, little sub, come play with me."
Kent scooted out and helped her up. Holding her hand, he placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles and removed her leash. Examining the strong lines of his face, she leaned into him to get a taste of his lips. From behind her, Asher swatted her bottom hard enough to sting and she yelped. The crowd laughed and yelled suggestions to her men as she approached Blondie. The noise died down and she stood before Blondie, unsure what to do.
Tapping her white lace fan in her wrist, Blondie walked around her in a circle. Lalita continued to look at her until Blondie snapped, "Eyes on the floor."
Clasping her hands in front of herself, she complied and listened to the hiss of Blondie's skirts on the marble. A warm hand lifted the back of her skirt to reveal her fishnet-covered bottom with the tiny white thong.