[B.S. #3] Claiming Laura by Dale Cadeau Page A

thoughts as to why he had sought Clay out, he turned from looking at Clay’s lady and told him “I look like a fool wearing this leather costume.”
    His words didn’t sway Clay. “You fit right in, a lot of people are wearing leather, Just look around.”Clay didn’t see any problem with what Angel was wearing. He looked like the other Doms in the place. He stood out because he was a head taller than most Doms, with his Native American heritage and long black hair hanging to his shoulders. What else could he expect? “Why don’t you just try and enjoy yourself. I can see that you are getting a lot of attention from the ladies.”
    Clay turned to Laura “Laura I’d like to introduce Angel to you. He’s a great guy and a member of Braden Security when not being an ass.”
    Clay, wanting to appease Angel, continued “Tell our shy guy here how he looks. A woman’s opinion might help.”
    Laura closed her month and looked down at the table, embarrassed that she had been caught gawking at Clay’s friend. When Laura had first come into the bar last night, she had noticed a few men dressed all in leather and thought nothing of it. But tonight the majority of the men in the bar were all dressed that way.
    Laura had to ask about it. She hadn’t heard of a new dress style for men, not that she got out much, but she would have noticed the new trend.
    Taking another look at Angel, she told Clay, “At first glance, I think Angel looks good and fits right in with the others. In this bar anyway. Someplace else, not so much. But, why are the majority of the men dressed in leather?”
    Clay really didn’t want to get into the whole BDSM thing. He didn’t want to scare her away, but with Angel here he couldn’t avoid the subject.
    Clay cleared his throat. “As you know this club is for members only. If you have a full membership you are given a choice of doors to go into when you first come in, vanilla or spice. The one to the right comes into this area, the vanilla bar. It allows anyone entrance with a membership or guest card, like you and your friends had. The door to the left is the spice bar and is strictly for members only and is a very exclusive BDSM club. I don’t know how much your friends told you before you came here.”
    Laura had heard of these types of clubs. She had read about the subject in her erotic books, but had never thought about it about it one way or another.
    Clay looked intently at her for an answer.Laura told him the truth. “My friends didn’t mention anything about it being a BDSM club and I really don’t know much about the lifestyle. But I would like to think I wouldn’t judge anyone who was. I believe strongly that as long as you don’t hurt anyone with your choice, it’s nobody’s business.”
    Clay seemed to like her response and sat back in his seat, giving her knee another squeeze. Wanting her to know more about the lifestyle, Clay explained about Doms and subs but didn’t go into great depth, just giving her a few facts.
    “Angel is dressed up as a Dom as a favour to me. He is helping me check out a few things for my friend, Lance who owns this club.”
    Laura looked up at Angel with new eyes. Now she knew more about the club. “Well, Mr. Angel, if I was a sub,if that’s the right term, I would be all over you.You look great.” Laura finally realized what she had said without thought and lowered her now red face down to the table, her hands covering her head. Clay just laughed at her embarrassment and leaned down and gave her a kiss on her hands.
    “Don’t let it bother you. You spoke what you thought and I admire that in a person.”Clay gently sat her back up handing her a drink.Laura took a much needed sip and refused to look anywhere but at the glass.
    Clay could tell Angel still didn’t feel comfortable after hearing Laura’s words.
    “I still think I look like a damn fool. Maybe in here I don’t stand out, but you should have seen the looks I got when I had to stop