Page 184 of Sinning for Santa

I nod. “That it has. Business still good?”

“Better than ever.” He winks. “So are you here for business or pleasure?”

“Unfortunately, business.”

“Got anything to do with the blonde that walked in a few minutes ago? She’s the one you asked us to notify you about if she came here, right?”

I nod. “Yes her, but it has more to do with the guy that walked in after her.”

Marco’s dark brows shoot up. “The newbie? Nervous as fuck?”

“Yeah. That’s him. What name did he give you?”

Marco smiles at the blonde behind the counter holding his hand out, and she slips the registry book into his hand where he scans it.

“Edward Y.” He reads out and I nod.

“That’s him. Eddie York. He has a bit of an unhealthy fascination with my girl.”

Marco smirks. “Your girl, hey? If she’s your girl, then why is she here?”

“I’m a modern man, my friend.” I clap him on the shoulder, shooting him a smug grin. “If she wants to explore her sexual appetite, I’m only too happy to sit back and watch.”

Marco smirks, but his eyes narrow. “Is shit about to get messy?”

“Only if stalker Eddie touches my girl.”

Nodding, Marco turns to the blonde. “Get Melody to put some extra security on the floor with a watch on our newbie.”

The blonde nods. “I’ll do that now, sir.”

“Thank you, Winnie.”

Marco’s eyes linger a little too long on Winnie’s arse as she turns and heads through the door behind the counter, so I give him a nudge with my shoulder.

“You know Melody will be watching you on the cameras right now.”

He smirks, glancing back at me. “I know. And how fucking amazing will her angry sex be.”

I chuckle. This man speaks my language.

“So was the newbie kitted up? Was he made aware of the rules?” I ask, glancing towards the change rooms which separate us from the main club where all the action happens.

“Yep to both. Had no idea about the mask thing. We even forced him to buy some new boxers, because man, he had granddad jocks on.”

I laugh. “He’s a religious man.”

“Fuck. I was worried about that.”

“Got a mask for me then?” I ask, and he grins. “Take whatever you need, and try not to get me shutdown tonight.”

I roll my eyes. “Would I do that?”

“Yes,” he deadpans, and I laugh all the way into the change rooms, leaving him behind.

Inside, I select a black mask, and slip out of my shirt, leaving my jeans and shoes on, since I have no intentions of getting my cock out tonight, and then I enter the main floor.

The music is loud enough to create a good atmosphere, but not so loud you have to yell to be heard. Part of the ambience is to hear the moans and slapping, after all.

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