A large man, with a rather red face and narrow green eyes, was walking around, taking a great yet somewhat detached interest in the proceedings on the floor of the Club.
“he’s the owner, “St Just murmured in Bainca’s ear.
All around a large dance floor, there were small curtained alcoves. The entire entry level in the room was something else, and Bianca shrank into St Just’s figure. He looked down at her, amused and slightly pitying.
She simply did not like it.
And she was making no bones to show it.
*
Bianca clung to St. Just’s hand as she stepped to one of the curtained alcoves. Just then, another heavy damask curtain was directly next to theirs, opened, and a man stepped out. Two women hung on his arms, and it was obvious that they had been pleasuring him.
“We would like to be of service to you again, Mr O’Grady,” purred the thin blonde with the heavy make-up, licking her lips suggestively.
Bianca recoiled. It was as though someone had placed a giant hand over her heart and squeezed it.
Lima O’Grady. He was here?
Had he left the house without getting down, without even stopping to say hi, just to race over to be f*cked by these cheap wh*res? She thought, her chest heaving.
*
Liam O’Grady came to a stop as he came face to face with Finn St Just, who had a look of surprise and annoyance on his handsome face as he looked at his brother.
“So THIS was your boxing practice, eh ?” he said in a low snarl, stepping to his brother so that no one else would hear.
O’Grady looked over his shoulder, his eyes alighting on Bianca, a very upset-looking Bianca with two red spots on her cheeks.
And then his eyes skated over her outfit and he swore, as series of vulgar oaths that made her step back in alarm.
Pushing St Just aside, he strode to Binaca, gripping her chin tightly, almost painfully, as he snarled,
“Why are you dressed like a cheap wh*re, lass?’
Her eyes flashed fire at him as she pushed his hand away and said in low hiss, her face in his,
“But that’s what I am, Master. Or are you suffering from some sort of amnesia?’
Her snapping retort made him take a step back. Then he began to chuckle.
The girl was priceless. The two escorts who had been hanging around, looked on, annoyed and a little put off.
“Run along now, girls,” said O’Grady, gathering Bianca to his broad chest and bending his head. She moved her head slightly and his kiss landed on her cheek, soft and smooth, the fruity fragrance of her skin making him get a hard-on all at once.
He grinned to himself and lowering his he, he nipped at her throat, making her gasp and push against his chest.
Futilely.
*
St Just was watching them, a speculative gleam in his eyes.
O’Grady sighed as he stood, with Bianca Cruz a very stiff Pet, tucked into his side as he studied his brother, a grin playing on his handsome face.
Then he drawled, teasing his half brother,
“I finished my practice, Saint. So don’t look at me like I stole from the Church fund. ”
St Just sighed and grinned sheepishly.
As always, his brother could make him smile with the most mundane remarks.
*
Now O’Grady tugged Bianca and moved into the little enclosure which read VVIP, a sign Bianca noticed as the man sank down, pulling her resisting body to him.
“Came by to take a look at the place, Saint,” he went on seriously, but his hands were on Bianca’s arms, stroking the soft, firm flesh and he felt her stiffen and sit up straighter.
“Lass, you need to relax,” he murmured, reaching up to plant another kiss on her throat and feeling her tremble.
So little Bianca Cruz was not immune to his touch, eh? he thought as he continued his caress.
She sighed and dipped her head, defeated.
A server, her large chest bobbing freely, stepped in and Bianca shuddered at the sight of the half-naked woman.
“Would you like something, Sir?’ she simpered, her eyes going over Bianca in some curiosity.
“Drinks for the both of us and a glass of sparkling water for my friend here,” said O’Grady, winking a the woman who responded immediately with a flirtatious smile.
As she stepped out, pulling the heavy curtains, leaving them enclosed in a private space, St Just went on derisively,
“And then, you got carried away by Malachy’s gals, huh?’ asked St Just, his brows raised skeptically. continuing his quizzing of his brother.
O’Grady gave a devilish grin as his hand moved to Bianca’s thigh.
She slapped it hard and tried to slide off his lap but he gripped her hard as he said in a lazy drawl,
“I felt like a good f*ck.”
He knew that she had colored, the back of her neck went red and he smiled inwardly.
*
The curtain parted and Jay Malachy stood there, sweating, beaming, his beady green eyes going immediately to Bianca who was uncomfortably perched on O’Grady’s lap.
He beamed at St Just and clapping him on the back, he said,
“We’ve got a new item here today…Flogging a new girl, fresh one…”
Sickened by his words, Bianca shut off the man’s voice, as his lecherous eyes travelled over her.
Sensing her deep discomfort, O’Grady gently deposited her on the seat beside him, holding her to him protectively.
“Who’s she?’ asked Malachy and O’Grady felt a spark of annoyance, of jealous rage build up.
“She’s with us,” said St Just smoothly and the man looked disappointed. Then, he beamed and said,” Many folks here today would love to see a piece of fresh meat, so if you want to play publicly…”
St Just who had caught the look on Bianca’s frozen face, quickly intervened.
“Nah. Just wanted to …uh…take a look…”
The man seemed to sense something amiss for he rose and with another round of handshaking and a keen look in Bianca’s direction, he left.
*
Almost at once, Bianca rose and said in a strained voice,
“Please, can I use the restroom?”
Both men looked at her. She seemed edgy, upset but it was St Just who rose to his feet.
“It’s that way,” he said stepping out with her and taking her arm, he led her down another corridor.
O’Grady’s narrowed eyes followed her thoughtfully, aware that her generous body in that tight-fitting dress was making men look at her with open lust in their eyes.
*
St Just held her arm lightly as they walked but the gesture seemd to make many of the man who had been watching them lewdly, feel hesitant.
She looked downcast, on the verge of tears, he thought and again, felt a twinge of sympathy.
As she turned into the area demarcated for the women, he turned to leave.
*
Paige Hardy had arrived a few hours earlier and had watched her former fiance, Liam O’ Grady as he entered a secluded booth. Soon after, two of the Club’s most sought-after escorts tripped inside and then, she heard muffled giggles and O’Grady’s deep, sexy baritone. So he had come to use the services of these women tonight? She thought angrily as she tipped back another rum.
Her friends, Beth Aster-Harold and Candice Buttons, looked at her blearily. They followed her, did whatever she did and were like general clones of Paige, her foot soldiers, as O’Grady had once referred to them mockingly.
*
Now as she watched, she saw O’Grady’s half-brother, the lean and handsome St Just walk in , with…her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
Wasn’t that the girl they had kept in the house? Their Playmate, as O’Grady had called her dismissively.
The one with faintly olive skin and a body that looked like a Venus?
She sat up and grabbed her glass, downing her drink in one gulp.
Then, narrow-eyed, she saw them talking to O’Grady who had obviously finished his business with the good ladies of Kinksters.
Paige sat, downing another drink as her friends watched her warily.
They did not doubt that she was in a temper.
So when she saw the woman step out elegantly, in a tight black dress that showed off all her curves and head to the Ladies’ with St Just who was chaperoning her, Paige knew what she was going to do. She fumbled in her large Gucci handbag and made sure she had her little knife with her.
She rose to her feet, lurching slightly.
“Let’s go, girls,” she crowed,” Mission Possible!” and she gave a hiccup and laughed as he bemused looking friends tailed after her.
*