Page 19 of Friends with Benefits (Club Risqué)

"No," she refuted, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. Her boss was a psychologist after all, once better known as Dr. Flynn, a title he still held.

Though that was secondary these days to Master Micah, it didn't pay to forget he analysed everything as if it was second nature. It wasn't a deliberate act of invasion; it was simply the way he was wired.

"Just some bad memories coming back to haunt me," she admitted finally as he continued to give her 'the look'.

He relaxed a little but not completely. "Well, how about a little assignment to take your mind off things?" he asked.

Now it was Trinity's turn to raise an eyebrow. "What kind of assignment?" she queried, leaning back in her office seat and giving him her full attention.

"I've had a guest request from the friend of one of our members. The guy is an experienced Dom with Master status at another club, but he's going to be here on business for two, possibly three weeks, and he's asked to be paired with a suitable submissive for the duration of his visit. His credentials all check out and he's already been granted guest membership here. His limit list matches up with yours pretty evenly, so I thought maybe you'd like to give it a shot. It's been a while since you had a longer-term client engagement. It might be just what you need."

Trinity didn't need to think about it for long. The idea of having a single Master to serve for maybe as long as three weeks appealed to something inside of her almost immediately. She was still cautious, however.

"Has he looked at my limits, himself, and is he aware that intercourse is by negotiation and may not be on the table at all?"

"Of course," Micah replied smugly. "Although I believed you were the obvious choice, I forwarded several sets of details as well as your own. The man is obviously a connoisseur because, like me, he picked you as his first choice."

Trinity was pleasantly surprised if she was honest. There was nothing particularly outstanding about her resume. Her credentials, by lifestyle standard, were nothing extraordinary, and a service submissive wasn’t exactly something that was sought after or special. Not like those into masochism or age play.

She might be versatile in her eagerness to please, but there was nothing to make her stand out from any of the many other submissives who frequented the club. But it did detail her more personal attributes; height, weight, and measurements, and those usually appealed more to the Daddy Doms, a factor that caused Trinity to hesitate.

"He's not after a little, is he?" she demanded, referring to the type of submissive who identified with more childlike characteristics and liked being pampered and spoiled and dressed up as little girls or boys.

Although she looked the part, Trinity never enjoyed playing that role. The Daddy Dom persona wanted to nurture a sub like they would a real child, which didn't appeal to Trinity's nature because that kind of care was directly opposed to her own need to serve. Being cosseted instead of physically fulfilling someone's needs frustrated her more than it satisfied, so she generally chose to avoid it. It most certainly wasn't a role she would choose for an extended period of time.

"Please!" Micah exclaimed indignantly. "Do you have no faith in me whatsoever?" He softened his exasperation with a cheeky grin. "Come on, I know you better than that, sprite,"

He handed over a file that contained all the necessary details about her prospective pairing, but before Trinity could take a look at it, he added, "Actually, he was interested in the fact that you’re a service submissive."

Trinity looked up in surprise. It was a rarity for a Dom to pick that as a specific requirement. Most of them were more interested in the more hard-core stuff when it came to scening on a day-to-day basis. Service submission was more common in slave relationships rather than one off play, but Trinity wasn't slave material, either. While she loved to serve, she didn't want her every move dictated by someone else.

"One of the things he did request was someone who would be willing and able to act as an escort on a couple of occasions, for the duration of his visit. Gowns will be provided at his company's expense."

A shiver of apprehension shivered down Trinity's spine, but she shook it off, refusing to be ruled by the ghosts of her past. If anything, it was a role that she had plenty of experience in and certainly nothing that she would have trouble engaging with. Except…

"What if those coincide with club nights, when I'm scheduled to be on duty?" she asked. voicing her concern.

"Well, technically, you’ll still be working, whether you’re providing that service here or away from the club. Granted, if you are with him here, then you could conceivably step in if there was some kind of emergency, but you still wouldn't be pulled from a scene to do so."

Micah shrugged. "It's easy enough for me to ensure I'm available, in the event you’re otherwise engaged, so what do you say?"

Trinity's grin lit up her face, something that didn’t happen nearly often enough.

"Yes!" she enthused. "I'll do it."

ChapterFifteen

Christian Knightley let himself into the hotel suite that was to be his home for the next few weeks and looked around. It had functionality as well as high-end elegance with its own kitchenette and mini bar, a sensible working area with a decent chair, and a large, comfortable bed. But, by God, he hated living out of a suitcase!

He was almost thirty-four years old, time he started to settle down.

The thought came out of left field and Christian couldn't help laughing out loud—cynically—because that had really gone so well for him in the past, hadn't it?

He tried not to think about his ex-wife and all the damage and upheaval she had wrought on his life and those close to him.

No one to blame but himself, of course. He had accepted that years ago.

Her presence might have destroyed all the good things in his life, but that wouldn't have happened if he hadn't allowed it in the first place. So while she might have engineered the damage, the buck stopped with him.

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