She led him there, turned to him when they were both inside, and started things.
“You really didn’t have to do this,” she said. “Not only was I there watching when you gave yourself to her,” she shot him a big smile, “I set that up.”
He bowed his head briefly and lifted it. “I know, Sixx. But you owned me. You worked me. I performed for you. I liked it. It meant something to me. I think it meant something to you. It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t do this.”
“It meant something to me, definitely,” she agreed softly.
“So I had to do this.”
The smile she gave him then was gentler. “You’re a very chivalrous sub.”
Finally, he smiled back at her. “I have a feeling I’m gonna need to be.”
She laughed quietly. “Oh yes. I think you’ve got a bit of a princess on your hands.”
Ami chuckled through saying, “This man is not complaining.”
“I noticed that,” she teased and tilted her head to the side. “I witnessed the naked stuff went over pretty well. How’d the conversation in the booth go?” she asked.
“I’m taking her out tonight.”
Sixx’s eyes got big and happy. “A date?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“She seems very sweet,” Sixx noted.
“She’s great. Out of the scene, she’s great,” he confirmed, then grinned a particular kind of grin. “In the scene … shit.”
“I was worried last night would be too much for you,” Sixx admitted.
He shook his head. “We talked about it beforehand. She was hinting at things, things I could tell she was too wired to try. I told her to let loose. We had a hand signal when I was gagged and obviously a safe word when I wasn’t. Anyway, I’m into that, I like to be pushed. The further, the better. It’s just that the Domme has to be skilled at giving it for it to work for me.”
“She appears to be a natural.”
“She said she’s always been nervous in scenes so has sucked at it,” he declared.
Sixx was stunned. “Really?”
“That was why that Aryas guy was keen to set us up. She wasn’t connecting. But also, last night after, when we talked through the play, I think none of the subs she trained on were a big enough challenge for her. She needs to go deep to get the big payoff, and if she isn’t feeling it, she’s not gonna be able to do that. But I think she was worried she’d break a sub, so she didn’t even try, and holding back was frustrating her.” That particular grin returned. “She’s not feeling so frustrated anymore.”
Sixx gave him her own brand of particular grin. “You two seem to have had a meeting of the minds very quickly.”
“Yeah, and I’m looking forward to keep working on that.”
“This makes me happy, Ami,” she told him with open honesty.
“I’m glad, Sixx, and that’s another reason I came. I wanted to thank you in person for giving a shit enough to set this up. Even if it doesn’t work out, the sex has been the best I’ve had in freakin’ years, no offense, but when you had me, you couldn’t go that deep.”
“I get it,” she promised.
“And she is really not hard to look at.”
That made Sixx burst out laughing.
“Very true,” she said through it. When she stopped, she told him, “Stellan is really the man behind this magic. He’s the one who talked to Aryas for you.”
“I already thanked him, but my guess is you were behind that.”
She couldn’t disagree, so she just inclined her head.
He got closer, and his voice dipped lower. “You’ve been great, Sixx. Thanks.”
“Honest to God, it was my pleasure. And you haven’t seen the last of me. I’ll be pitside on Tuesday, enjoying you winning for your princess.”
“Awesome,” he muttered on a smile.
Was she going to do what she was thinking about doing?
Well …
Fuck it.
She went in and gave him a hug.
It felt amazingly good when Ami’s long arms wound around her and he hugged her back.
They separated, and she looked up at him. “Maybe I should take some krav maga classes.”
“I know a guy if you want that.”
She laughed again as they headed out. Stellan met them in the kitchen and walked with her to guide Ami to the front door.
Ami gave her another hug, shook Stellan’s hand, said, “See you all Tuesday, hope to give you a good show,” on a teasing smile, then he headed to his SUV in the drive.
Sixx wrapped both hands around Stellan’s elbow as they walked back, sharing, “He and Naya have a date tonight.”
“Excellent,” Stellan murmured.
They moved inside, he closed the door, and she looked up at him to see he was leading her forward, looking lost in thought.
“You okay?” she asked.
He turned his gaze to her.
“Perfect,” he answered before he immediately turned to face forward again.
He looked it, then again, he always looked perfect.
He even acted it, mostly.
But for some reason, Sixx thought he was lying.
* * *
Sixx was on her way to the Bolt for the evening’s festivities when the music died and the cab filled with ring tones.
She looked at the dash and took the call.
“Hey, Tucker,” she greeted.
“Hey, Sixx. Have a minute?” he asked.
She was hoping this was good news.
She’d touched base with the other two members of the Bolt she’d recruited to keep an eye on things, but they’d had nothing for her outside of what she’d seen herself last night.
And that day Sixx had to do firm work during the day, so she wasn’t free to follow Beardsley around everywhere. Therefore she’d contacted Sylvie and Tucker, and they had work, but Tucker said he could get free in the late afternoon, try to hunt Beardsley down, and if he found him, watch him.
If Beardsley was meeting with clients, maybe Tucker would see him.
And maybe Tucker had seen him.
“Definitely,” she answered.
“Got good news,” he shared.
Fabulous.
“What’s that?”
“Saw some money exchange hands between your guy and another guy. Got pictures. I’m gonna text them to you after this call. I wanted to get into his pad, but I couldn’t hit it and keep a tail on him. Can’t do it tonight either. Family time.”
“Right, no problem. And fantastic about the pictures.”
“You see the guy in them tonight with a girl, that’s two-plus-two and it equals pimp,” he said. “It could be a drug buy, but it was only cash handed over, no product.”
So hopefully, it was about a girl.
“Brilliant,” Sixx replied.
“You able to hack into his machine?” he asked.
“No. My guess is he turns it off when he’s not using it, and I haven’t had the time to keep trying.”
“If he keeps a schedule of this shit and he’s smart, he’d keep that offline anyway,” Tucker said. “But if this guy in the picture doesn’t come in tonight, I’ll try to squeeze a break and enter in tomorrow and see what I can find.”
“If I have the chance to hit that before you, I’ll let you know. Keep me in your loop.”
“Will do. Gotta go. I’ll send the pix. Later,” Tucker said.
“Later, and thanks, Tucker.”
“Pleasure.”
He disconnected.
Minutes later, she heard a beep that said she had a text. Stopped at a stoplight, she grabbed her phone and studied the five pictures Tucker sent, expanding them so she could get a good recall of the face of the man meeting with Beardsley.
She was ten minutes away from the Bolt when another call came in.
The number was local, but unknown.
She hit the button to connect anyway.
“Sixx,” she greeted.
“He
y, Mistress girl,” D’s baritone filled her cab.
“Hey,” she returned, finding herself smiling, probably because this guy was solid, he was funny, he was full of personality, he treated his sub like gold and he didn’t like women getting fucked over. “How did last night go?”
“Woman, it sucks part of me hopes you don’t get the goods on your man tonight so you can see our act reach fruition. Last night was off the chain. Mad is moving like a caged tiger, he’s so ready to get down to business. And Molly’s super-pumped you’re going to be here tonight. She thinks playing for you as an audience is where it’s at. Love my girl, so I take no offense I did all the work and my babe gives me zero credit.”
Through her continuing smile, Sixx replied, “I very much appreciated all your efforts, D.”
“Word,” he grunted. “We’re here. Mad is getting drinks. What you want?” he asked.
“Do they have martini glasses?” she asked back.
“Fuck knows,” he replied. “I drink beer. Maddox drinks beer. And when Mol’s feelin’ fancy, she drinks strawberry daiquiris and shit.”
She laughed, not finding any of that a surprise.
“Gin martini, dry with olives.”
“Classed-up Mistress. I dig. We’ll be at our table. See you soon for fun and games.”
With that, he was gone.
And Sixx drove the rest of the way also feeling it slightly sucked that she’d have to have eyes everywhere, and not just on whatever show Maddox was intent to give that night.
It was more.
Stellan wasn’t with her, and that definitely sucked.
Therefore Sixx decided, if this went on further than that night, she was going to let him in on it.
She wasn’t sure it was prudent to have him around when she was working. But it was high time he knew what she was doing, precisely where she was doing it, and to give him the choice if he wanted to be in attendance for some of the action or not. He could definitely take care of himself in the unlikely event he’d have to. She wasn’t going to invite him to hang with her every time she was out on a job. But this had to do with the part of their lives that brought them together.
This was different.
She parked in the Bolt’s parking lot, and it was relatively early for the scene, just before nine at night, but it was already filling up.
She hit the reception desk, paid for her guest pass, and since her background check was on file and current, like the night before, she got through the process quickly.
She headed into the club, lights flashing, music blaring, and up the steps to see the trio seated at the table where they’d played last night.
Before moving their way, she took a long pause to check the dancefloor, the platform, the bars, to see if she could spot the man in the pictures, the dude who got turned off the night before or any of the girls.
No going.
Though Beardsley was stationed at his table with a woman between his legs.
God, she’d said not word one to the man, and she wanted to hand him his ass.
She did another scan before she headed to the Shiny Happy Ménage À Trois Tribe.
Sixx had marginally known the men prior to last night, but she had connected more fully with Molly at the Bolt because she was sweet, outgoing and a chatterbox.
However, walking up to them, for the first time, she fully took them in.
As noted, Diesel and Maddox were large. Maddox more compact, and shorter, but he was definitely burly. At maybe two or three inches taller than Maddox, Diesel’s muscle could only be described as hulking.
Maddox had pitch-black hair, thick and wavy, onyx eyes, olive skin, a defined body liberally furred, including a thick bush around his cock that was impressive. He’d had pitch stubble last night but clearly he’d not only been gifted with significantly endowed man parts, he also had more than his fair share of testosterone in those big balls of his because today that stubble could better be described as a full beard.
Diesel had sandy-brown hair, longish and appealingly messy, and blue eyes under thick red-brown eyebrows. He was also stubbly, but not by much, and when she’d seen him naked in scenes before, she’d noted he had russet scatterings of body hair at chest, legs and forearms.
It wasn’t a shocker why Holly liked playing pixie. She was petite, slender, but long-legged, and had a wild mane of auburn hair that went nearly down to her waist at the back in curls and waves that were layered and dipped to the middle in a V, probably to keep the weight manageable.
And tonight, as she approached, Sixx noted that the warlord theme was gone.
Maddox was wearing a black, short-sleeved Henley that, when Sixx got close, she saw since his free arm was thrown wide around the back of a chair, he actually had to snip at the inside seams of the sleeves so it didn’t cut off his circulation at his bulky biceps. He’d paired this with a thick, black belt with a low-hanging end strap, faded jeans and motorcycle boots.
Diesel was in a lightweight, white, long-sleeve shirt, untucked, also faded jeans with the addition of what looked like natural fraying from age at the thighs and knees and brown cowboy boots.
Molly looked adorable in a very low cut denim dress, with that cut going all the way down to a high waist that led to a flouncy, full, but short skirt. The dress was held up by denim cords that went through loops at the tips of the bodice and over her shoulders. Her hair was piled high in a messy bunch on her head with lots of tendrils floating around her neck and chest.
And as she sat on a chair between her men, leaned into Maddox with his arm around her shoulders, her legs lifted and draped over Diesel’s thigh, she looked alarmingly spaced out.
“Is Molly okay?” Sixx asked when she stopped at the group.
Diesel shot her one of those impertinent grins he should consider patenting.
“Seems I earned an interesting night,” he shared. “My service has started, and so Molly doesn’t feel left out while Mad goes at me, Mad ordered it, and we ate her out and fucked her before we left. She came six times.”
“Seven,” Molly mumbled.
“Sorry, baby,” D murmured and shot another grin at Sixx. “Seven.”
Maddox reached out with his free arm, lifted the chair he’d had that arm draped around, angled it toward their tribe, and then slammed it down before moving his reach to the table and pushing a martini glass toward her.
The warlord gear might be gone, but the warlord vibe clearly remained, at least in communication style. Sixx read that particularly as Sit as well as Drink.
She sat.
“Got any news?” Maddox rumbled.
“Yes,” she told him and pulled her phone out of her cleavage.
For her part, she was Mistress Sixx again, wearing a strapless, black leather bustier that was just a band of material that swelled up higher above her breasts, but dipped slightly lower at her back. She wore this with a matching pencil skirt with a high slit up the front, her platinum choker, her diamond studs, and a pair of black and silver, stiletto-heeled sandals.
She didn’t carry a purse at clubs unless she could lock it up somewhere.
So that meant phone, keyfob and card wallet had to have a place against skin under leather.
And she was adept at that.
She pulled up her texts and turned the phone out to the trio with the best picture Tucker had taken, zoomed out.
The men leaned forward to study it, and since Molly was attached to them, she came with.
“Got someone helping me on the legwork with this, and he got photos of money changing hands,” she informed them. “You guys will be busy, but I have to keep an eye out for this one. If he comes, odds are, the pay in that photo is for play. I need to get a shot of him here so I can put that together for Josh and Barclay.”
The men nodded, and both immediately turned eyes to the club like they were looking for the guy.
Yes. She could maybe partner up with both of them in future.
Molly stared at the picture looking
mildly skeeved out.
“Went back earlier, set up our room,” Maddox mutely boomed, which apparently was his normal talking voice, not just his getting-jacked-and-good voice, though it sounded even more attractive when he was the latter. “Had a look around. Two girls already being given the business. Not that guy,” he bobbed his head toward the phone that Sixx had lowered. “And the three asshole DMs are on.”
“So Barclay isn’t here tonight,” she surmised.
“My guess, no,” Maddox replied. “And shit will undoubtedly go extreme. Molly says she’ll keep an eye with you while we’re back there.”
She shook her head. “Especially with those three DMs on, this has to look natural. You guys doing your thing with me an invited observer. I can’t risk Beardsley being tipped Josh has moved forward with doing something about his shit. Don’t worry. I’m good at observing without appearing to do it.”
Maddox jerked up his chin.
D muttered, “Gotcha.”
“So business as usual,” she told them.
Maddox stared at her like he wanted to burn holes through her with his eyes.
D grinned his grin.
A couple of somebodies wanted to get the party started.
“Just so you know, if I have to move, I will move,” she asserted, “to get a shot. If this guy is a john, I need a picture of him. But also if shit is going down that’s out of line. Even if the DMs don’t stop it, it’s a Dom’s responsibility to step in when play is out of hand. No one will question it. But like any club, if it’s serious extreme without true consent or it’s breaking rules, it will be investigated.”
The trio nodded as one, well, in a way. Maddox just jerked up his chin again.
“One thing,” Maddox pushed out like a grunt.
“Yes?” Sixx asked.
“I’m on for you tonight. I’m workin’ my boy, but we’re all in this with you, Sixx. So Diesel knows how it might go down. Something happens, you need meat at your back, you tap in and I’m there.” His full lips spread in a slow, striking, nasty-awesome smile that promised interesting things for D’s future. “If I need to take care of business with you, D can wait.”
“Word,” D murmured, his blue eyes dancing even in the dark.
“Thanks, boys. A six-pack as payback for when this is over seems lame so we’ll negotiate something appropriate when this crap is done,” Sixx replied.
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