she continued to curse, kick and spit at anyone who got close. A small crowd gathered, and more than one of the Doms approached, handcuffs at the ready. Josh waved them off, not wanting to risk anyone else getting involved and inadvertently opening themselves up to a lawsuit. Thankfully, Oliver and Carl got her under control and hauled her from the club.
Josh took several deep breaths and was able to get himself settled enough to stand straight once more. “Shit, my balls are going to hurt for a week.”
“I’m not worried about your balls as much as I am about your face. We need to get that cut cleaned up.” Beth grabbed him by the chin to examine the wound.
“I can manage—”
“Don’t even try to argue.” Beth looped her arm through his and tugged him toward the stairs. “The bar is closed for a bit, everyone.”
They were a small enough establishment and a tight enough community that Josh didn’t need to worry about anything else for the time being. The extra bouncers moved out onto the floor to keep an eye on the dancers. Stephen and a few of the dungeon monitors told him they’d keep an eye on the upstairs rooms. Josh thanked them as Beth dragged him away.
“I think the first-aid kit is in my office.”
The first thing Beth did was push him into the leather armchair in the corner as she rifled through his bottom desk drawer. “She’s so getting her membership revoked. The bitch.”
“I’m sure we’ll have a heartfelt apology call once she sobers up. If Austin has left her, then we can forgive a little self-destructive behavior. God knows I’ve done worse for less reason.”
“Josh, she nearly clawed your eye out!” Beth made a noise of success, yanking a white metal box from beneath a stack of papers. “In all seriousness, you should be pressing charges, not making excuses for her. She attacked you.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“It’s assault.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
Beth pulled a compact mirror from her purse and held it up for him. Blood trailed down his cheek and had dripped over the front of his shirt. The deepest cut was in the middle of three long gouges. “Assault.”
“I’m fine. Besides, scars are sexy.” He hissed when Beth pressed an alcohol wipe to the worse of the scratches.
“At least it’s the end of the night. You can go home and rest.”
Josh squirmed in his seat, shifting closer to her as she patted the blood away. “I won’t be getting any sleep for a while. My nuts are still aching.”
A knock at the door drew their attention. Oliver’s jaw was clenched and his shirt had been half pulled out of his jeans. Despite the pain, Josh’s body tingled at the sight of the disheveled man. Well, his balls didn’t appear damaged beyond use—good news.
“You okay, boss-man?” Oliver held out two bottles of beer for Josh and Beth, retaining a third for himself. “I figured we needed these after that little stunt.”
“You see her out okay?” Josh shooed Beth away long enough to take a drink from the cold beer and press the cool bottle against his injured crotch.
“Safe and sound into a cab. She’s been put on the do-not-fly list at the front as well.”
“Thank you.” Beth clinked her bottle against Oliver’s. “I’ll send her a check in the mail tomorrow.”
Josh didn’t know which one of them to take to task first. “Why do I get the feeling I’ve lost control over my own business?”
“Because you have.” Beth smirked as she handed him a half-used tube of antibacterial cream. “Put this on. It will make it heal faster.”
“What I need is a hard fuck and a good night’s sleep. I think my testicles are starting to recover.” Josh pulled the top off the tube and squirted some of the sticky ointment onto his fingertip. When the silence stretched on longer than it should have, he was surprised to be faced with the twin expressions of embarrassment and lust on Beth and Oliver’s faces. “What?”
Beth snapped her mouth
Josh took several deep breaths and was able to get himself settled enough to stand straight once more. “Shit, my balls are going to hurt for a week.”
“I’m not worried about your balls as much as I am about your face. We need to get that cut cleaned up.” Beth grabbed him by the chin to examine the wound.
“I can manage—”
“Don’t even try to argue.” Beth looped her arm through his and tugged him toward the stairs. “The bar is closed for a bit, everyone.”
They were a small enough establishment and a tight enough community that Josh didn’t need to worry about anything else for the time being. The extra bouncers moved out onto the floor to keep an eye on the dancers. Stephen and a few of the dungeon monitors told him they’d keep an eye on the upstairs rooms. Josh thanked them as Beth dragged him away.
“I think the first-aid kit is in my office.”
The first thing Beth did was push him into the leather armchair in the corner as she rifled through his bottom desk drawer. “She’s so getting her membership revoked. The bitch.”
“I’m sure we’ll have a heartfelt apology call once she sobers up. If Austin has left her, then we can forgive a little self-destructive behavior. God knows I’ve done worse for less reason.”
“Josh, she nearly clawed your eye out!” Beth made a noise of success, yanking a white metal box from beneath a stack of papers. “In all seriousness, you should be pressing charges, not making excuses for her. She attacked you.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“It’s assault.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
Beth pulled a compact mirror from her purse and held it up for him. Blood trailed down his cheek and had dripped over the front of his shirt. The deepest cut was in the middle of three long gouges. “Assault.”
“I’m fine. Besides, scars are sexy.” He hissed when Beth pressed an alcohol wipe to the worse of the scratches.
“At least it’s the end of the night. You can go home and rest.”
Josh squirmed in his seat, shifting closer to her as she patted the blood away. “I won’t be getting any sleep for a while. My nuts are still aching.”
A knock at the door drew their attention. Oliver’s jaw was clenched and his shirt had been half pulled out of his jeans. Despite the pain, Josh’s body tingled at the sight of the disheveled man. Well, his balls didn’t appear damaged beyond use—good news.
“You okay, boss-man?” Oliver held out two bottles of beer for Josh and Beth, retaining a third for himself. “I figured we needed these after that little stunt.”
“You see her out okay?” Josh shooed Beth away long enough to take a drink from the cold beer and press the cool bottle against his injured crotch.
“Safe and sound into a cab. She’s been put on the do-not-fly list at the front as well.”
“Thank you.” Beth clinked her bottle against Oliver’s. “I’ll send her a check in the mail tomorrow.”
Josh didn’t know which one of them to take to task first. “Why do I get the feeling I’ve lost control over my own business?”
“Because you have.” Beth smirked as she handed him a half-used tube of antibacterial cream. “Put this on. It will make it heal faster.”
“What I need is a hard fuck and a good night’s sleep. I think my testicles are starting to recover.” Josh pulled the top off the tube and squirted some of the sticky ointment onto his fingertip. When the silence stretched on longer than it should have, he was surprised to be faced with the twin expressions of embarrassment and lust on Beth and Oliver’s faces. “What?”
Beth snapped her mouth
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