Page 47 of Third Wheel

Either she wasn’t noticing the stares they were garnering as they moved into the Dungeon, or she didn’t care. Zach was willing to believe the latter. It was hard to miss the many wide-eyed gazes directed at them. Damn. He didn’t mind a bit of exhibitionism, but he was starting to wonder if they had bitten off more than he would usually chew.

They were going to have quite an audience, even if they did manage to secure one of the alcoves instead of having to use the spanking benches in the middle of the room.

“Let’s walk around this way; I think I see an alcove at the back,” Kincaid said, veering to the left. The privacy rooms lined the walls along the left while there were multiple scenes happening to the right of them. The alcoves were all along the other back walls, and Zach could see straight ahead to what looked like an empty space with a St. Andrew’s cross set-up.

Not a bad spot, and maybe being at the very back of the room, they wouldn’t feel quite so exposed.

They passed by the Interrogation Room and were almost at the door to the Jail when the door into that room suddenly opened in front of them. Master Will and his very pregnant wife Gina came out, his arm around her, supporting her while she had her hand on her swollen stomach, which protruded from between the leather bikini pieces she was wearing. Her blonde hair was down and around her shoulders, swinging with her movements.

Immediately, Kincaid rushed forward, hands slightly out in front of him, and the only thing that kept Amy from joining him was Zach’s tightened grip on the back of her neck. Kincaid had it handled. This was one of the good things about there being two of them—they could tag team.

“Everything okay?” Kincaid asked as he moved forward.

“I’m fine… just super nauseous.” Gina moaned, rubbing her stomach. “Everyone said morning sickness goes away eventually, but they all lied. And I don’t know why it’s called morning sickness when it’sall the damn time.”

Master Will smiled down at her with sympathy.

“I think we’re done for the night, sweetheart. Let’s go to the aftercare corner, and I’ll rub your feet.” He smiled wider when she grumbled something unintelligible under her breath, then he looked up at Kincaid, Zach, and Amy. His eyes widened, sharpened. He glanced at the rest of the Dungeon, then back to them. Despite his distraction, it was clear he very quickly tookin the situation, assessed it, and came to the correct conclusion. “Would you all like to use the room, since we won’t be needing it?”

“That… would be very appreciated, actually. Thank you,” Kincaid replied. “Do you need any help with Gina?”

“No, I’ve got her. Nothing to do but wait for the baby to get here. Just a couple more weeks.” Will’s eyes brightened with excitement while Gina rubbed her stomach harder.

“Or now. Now would be fine, too.” She sighed heavily as Will laughed and gave her a little pat on the butt to get her moving. “Have a nice night, y’all.”

“Feel better,” Amy replied sympathetically, watching as Gina walked past them, Will at her side, supporting her all the way.

Kincaid held the door to the Jail room open, and Zach moved Amy forward once Will and Gina were past them. He felt bad for them but, at the same time, happy to have access to a private room. It was like the universe had seen all the attention they were getting and decided to give them a break.

The Jail was set up like an old-west sheriff’s office, with a small part of the room in the back left corner sectioned off with real bars. It wasn’t a huge part of the room, but it didn’t need to be since it wasn’t meant to hold anyone for more than a few hours at the very most.

The rest of the room had several large cupboards along the walls, all of which would be filled with implements and toys for sale, as well as a desk with multiple drawers. Even though most people brought their own, and some members kept their bags in their lockers—like him and Kincaid—Stronghold always had items that would be for sale.

They would just have to make sure that the change from Will to them was listed, so Will didn’t get charged for anything they used, and it went onto their tab instead.

Speaking of…

Releasing Amy, Zach went back over to the door, opening it enough… perfect timing. Tracey was just coming down the stairs with his and Kincaid’s club bags. They had larger bags they carried with them when they knew they were doing a scene, but both of them also kept a small bag at the club with the bare necessities. The perky blonde lit up when she saw him, hurrying forward to hand off the bags to him.

“Thank you,” he said, taking them from her. Tracey ignored him, trying to peer past him even as she gave him the bags.

“Have fun, Amy! You lucky bitch!”

Rolling his eyes, Zach shooed her out the door so he could close it behind her, then turned back to the room.

Amy was standing in the center of the room, appearing awkward as she wrung her hands in front of her, watching Kincaid. His boyfriend didn’t seem to notice, though his hand was still on the small of Amy’s back. He was in the headspace he got into when he was planning something, thinking through what he wanted to do.

Then Kincaid turned his head and said something softly to Amy, and Zach could see she immediately relaxed.

Good.

“So, Kincaid,” he said, striding forward with the two bags and swinging them up onto the table. They landed with a thud that made Amy jump, her face lighting up with eager trepidation. “What should we do with our naughty girl?”

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Amy

Naughty girl.

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