Page 21 of Friends with Benefits (Club Risqué)

It was rather soothing, somehow, to be able to spend several solid weeks with the same sub in a definitive contract. Something he hadn't enjoyed in too many years.

It was just a shame there hadn't been a photograph of her in the file, but Christian knew she was a dainty little thing; his preferred body type. Another point in her favour. And it meant that there were still a few mysteries to look forward to.

Having both already signed the contracts, tonight they could immediately start to play. Christian was also looking forward to looking around Club Risqué, maybe getting to know a little bit about her first. He liked to spend some time with the submissives prior to playing. Getting to know them and the sorts of things they were interested in, both inside and outside the lifestyle, went a long way to preparing for a satisfying scene as far as he was concerned. And if Trinity was going to accompany him to functions outside the lifestyle, then it would help for him to know more about her.

He accepted that she had intercourse as a soft limit and he was cool with it, but if the chemistry was right between them, he hoped they could negotiate on that point before his time here was through.

Later that evening,Christian was astonished when he first set foot through the doors.

He’d been told the club was unique in its composition, but it hadn't quite prepared him for the sight that greeted him when he initially walked in.

It really wasn't like anything he had ever seen before.

He almost wanted to stay a while and take in the tableau of all the erotic acts that were being displayed on the platforms suspended above the dance floor. And maybe on another occasion, he would have, but right now he had a pressing appointment with his new submissive.

As it was, he still spent a good ten minutes with his feet glued to the floor, unable to move past the spectacle, but eventually, he hastened up the stairs, using the special entry code he'd been given. The security for the dungeon level was top notch; he'd give them that.

Passing through security had obviously alerted someone to his presence because when Christian cleared the final doors, the manager, Micah Flynn, was waiting for him.

"Good to finally meet you in person, Night." Micah smiled, extending his hand and calling Christian by his club name.

Micah had a firm grip but didn't feel the need to play power games despite the fact that he was built like a damn bodybuilder. Christian appreciated the fact that there were no contests of one-upmanship to be enacted here, and also the fact that Micah Flynn was confident enough within himself that he didn't feel like he had anything to prove to any other Doms who set foot through these doors and into what was, in effect, his domain.

"Trinity's in her office checking on the evening security feeds.” Micah gestured for Christian to precede him through a door marked 'private', and into a much more utilitarian space, which discreetly housed the offices and security section of the club, behind closed doors.

"I'm sure you can appreciate that while Trinity is your contracted submissive for the duration of your visit, she’s still the assistant manager. As such, there may sometimes be unexpected demands on her time which can't be avoided," Micah said as they walked down the corridor. "We'll do our best to keep that to a minimum, of course, and as a gesture of goodwill, I have made allowances in Trinity's work hours to allow her to accompany you to your functions whenever necessary, but it would be useful if I could get some advance notice of those things to ease our schedule."

"Of course," Christian agreed immediately. "I have all those details already; I'll email a copy to you tomorrow morning."

"Appreciate it," Micah replied, indicating a door just ahead of them. "This is Trinity's office. I'll make the introductions and give the two of you some privacy to get to know each other."

He opened the door without knocking and led the way into a generous space where a tiny, fairylike woman with short, spiky, bright red hair had her back to them, watching a plethora of video feeds on a bank of screens which filled the wall behind her desk.

She was wearing a poppy red corset that highlighted her tiny waist, a supple suede skirt that cupped her ass to perfection, hugging every dainty curve, and red stilettos, which still wouldn't bring her to his shoulder, despite their five-inch heels.

Christian liked what he saw so far and couldn't wait for her to turn around.

"Hey, sprite," Micah called out. "Time to put the work to bed and play for a little while. This is Master Night."

Christian was surprised at the clear note of familiarity and affection in Micah's voice. If he didn't know better, he might think there was something more between them than a camaraderie born of simply being work colleagues.

"Night, this is Trinity. I'll leave the two of you to get acquainted."

Although his lips curved into an automatic smile, everything else on Christian’s mind flew straight out of his head as the woman in front of him turned, and a cool pair of familiar, silver eyes stared back at him.

ChapterSeventeen

“Tara?" Christian gasped, not even acknowledging that Micah had left the room and closed the door behind them. He couldn't believe his eyes.

The last he’d heard, this woman, who had once been his closest friend, had packed up and headed back to her home on the south coast. To his very great regret, he'd had no contact with her since.

She was still the same tiny little fairy-type thing. The biggest difference was her hair.

Where once it had flowed down her back in long, golden waves, now it was short and spiky… and bright red.

It kind of suited her heart shaped face and gave her a bit of an elfin look, but it was still a rather shocking transformation.

And what was she doing in a place like this?

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