there.”
“You just never know.” Liz finished the last sip of her beer. “Why don’t we pick you up about nine o’clock?”
“I can drive myself. That way, if things don’t work out for me, I won’t have to drag you guys out of there early.”
Liz flipped a hand at her. “Not a problem. I think Alex just needs to work off a little excess energy.” She chuckled softly. “And he wants to do it where the hands can’t hear me scream. An hour should take care of things.”
Trish frowned. “Or what if I happen to get lucky, hook up with a Dom I know, and I’m not ready to leave then?”
“Quit making problems where there really aren’t any. We can always hang out in the lounge and visit. If you want to drive by yourself, just say so. I just thought…”
“No. You’re right. I really don’t want to go alone. And I can’t even say why. So thank you, I’ll be ready at nine.” She winked. “In my best sub outfit.”
****
Jake locked the door of his truck and headed for the carved door of Rawhide. He noted the parking lot was unusually full for a Wednesday night. He wondered if many of the people in town for the rodeo—visitors as well as competitors—had requested guess passes. He had long since stopped being amazed at the variety of people he ran into at the dungeons he’d frequented. He could still remember when everything was cloaked in a furtive air and you almost needed hand signals to get in the door. Now, for many people, it had become almost as unremarkable as a night out at any club. The only difference was the activities.
He hefted the black canvas satchel in his hand. Rawhide provided excellent equipment, and their sterilization methods were second to none. But he’d long ago gotten in the habit of bringing his own toys. The bag contained most of the usual things—handcuffs, blindfolds, toys like that. And he often selected some of the items provided by Rawhide. There were just certain things he favored. His own ropes for example, made especially for him of the finest, softest silk by a company that specialized in Shibari bindings. His floggers were of the most supple leather, the braiding on the handles twisted and wound just so. And the violet wand he carried had attachments he’d chosen very carefully after a lot of experimentation.
He hoped one of his usual subs might by chance have stopped in and be looking for an intense session because god knew he needed one. A combination of Shibari and the violet wand were at the head of his list. And tonight, instead of keeping on the leather pants he favored for the club until he was ready for the sub to touch him, he planned to strip, give his aching cock plenty of room to swell and thicken during the session. Maybe tonight, as horny as he was, he’d have the sub work her magic with her mouth, sucking him hard until he filled her throat. Then he could recover while he treated her to a combination of Shibari and the violet wand, his favorite type of session.
He nodded to the man at the door checking people in and headed directly to the lounge. The well-appointed area was about two-thirds filled with people in low tones of conversation, some at the tiny café tables along one wall, some in idle play with their subs, often while they chatted with friends. The lighting in the area was deliberately low, giving people a semblance of privacy even though they were in the gathering area of the club.
Clint Chavez, leaning against the wall, nodded at him and smiled, even as his eyes never stopped cataloguing everything going on in his club.
“Good to see you.” He shook Jake’s hand. He glanced at the bag Jake was holding and grinned. “See you brought your gear. A couple of your favorites are here tonight.”
“Good. I’m more than ready.”
“Rough day?”
“You have no idea, but not in the way you mean. I guess I’ll wander into the lounge.”
“You should have told me you would be here tonight. I’d have made sure everything
“You just never know.” Liz finished the last sip of her beer. “Why don’t we pick you up about nine o’clock?”
“I can drive myself. That way, if things don’t work out for me, I won’t have to drag you guys out of there early.”
Liz flipped a hand at her. “Not a problem. I think Alex just needs to work off a little excess energy.” She chuckled softly. “And he wants to do it where the hands can’t hear me scream. An hour should take care of things.”
Trish frowned. “Or what if I happen to get lucky, hook up with a Dom I know, and I’m not ready to leave then?”
“Quit making problems where there really aren’t any. We can always hang out in the lounge and visit. If you want to drive by yourself, just say so. I just thought…”
“No. You’re right. I really don’t want to go alone. And I can’t even say why. So thank you, I’ll be ready at nine.” She winked. “In my best sub outfit.”
****
Jake locked the door of his truck and headed for the carved door of Rawhide. He noted the parking lot was unusually full for a Wednesday night. He wondered if many of the people in town for the rodeo—visitors as well as competitors—had requested guess passes. He had long since stopped being amazed at the variety of people he ran into at the dungeons he’d frequented. He could still remember when everything was cloaked in a furtive air and you almost needed hand signals to get in the door. Now, for many people, it had become almost as unremarkable as a night out at any club. The only difference was the activities.
He hefted the black canvas satchel in his hand. Rawhide provided excellent equipment, and their sterilization methods were second to none. But he’d long ago gotten in the habit of bringing his own toys. The bag contained most of the usual things—handcuffs, blindfolds, toys like that. And he often selected some of the items provided by Rawhide. There were just certain things he favored. His own ropes for example, made especially for him of the finest, softest silk by a company that specialized in Shibari bindings. His floggers were of the most supple leather, the braiding on the handles twisted and wound just so. And the violet wand he carried had attachments he’d chosen very carefully after a lot of experimentation.
He hoped one of his usual subs might by chance have stopped in and be looking for an intense session because god knew he needed one. A combination of Shibari and the violet wand were at the head of his list. And tonight, instead of keeping on the leather pants he favored for the club until he was ready for the sub to touch him, he planned to strip, give his aching cock plenty of room to swell and thicken during the session. Maybe tonight, as horny as he was, he’d have the sub work her magic with her mouth, sucking him hard until he filled her throat. Then he could recover while he treated her to a combination of Shibari and the violet wand, his favorite type of session.
He nodded to the man at the door checking people in and headed directly to the lounge. The well-appointed area was about two-thirds filled with people in low tones of conversation, some at the tiny café tables along one wall, some in idle play with their subs, often while they chatted with friends. The lighting in the area was deliberately low, giving people a semblance of privacy even though they were in the gathering area of the club.
Clint Chavez, leaning against the wall, nodded at him and smiled, even as his eyes never stopped cataloguing everything going on in his club.
“Good to see you.” He shook Jake’s hand. He glanced at the bag Jake was holding and grinned. “See you brought your gear. A couple of your favorites are here tonight.”
“Good. I’m more than ready.”
“Rough day?”
“You have no idea, but not in the way you mean. I guess I’ll wander into the lounge.”
“You should have told me you would be here tonight. I’d have made sure everything
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