Page 18 of Reignite

Good Ole Boys

My head snapped around and looked at the men. They were slapping each other on the back and having a good old time.

Not as good as my time, but still. I grinned and turned back to see Gray waiting for me to look at him.

He removed his hand, licked one finger and then wiped up his hand on his napkin. “You are beautiful when you come.”

“You look like the fox who got into the hen house.”

He laughed. “I enjoyed that immensely. I am pleased you trusted me enough to let go.”

What a funny thing for him to say to me. “I always trust you.”

I kissed him to give my points some extra emphasis and tasted a bit of me on his lips. Our sweet and dirty moment was interrupted by another round of laughter from the suits.

I felt the heat rise up my neck and tingle on my cheeks. “You don’t think they know, do you?”

Gray leaned in and whispered. “They do. Why do you think they’re so happy?”

I gasped, and then saw the humor flashing through his eyes. “You’re mean to me.”

“Because we both like it when I am.”

Dear God, yes.

“Now, listen in to what the men in the booth next to us are talking about.”

Did he want to know if they had witnessed our fun?

I eavesdropped to see what they were laughing about. It certainly wouldn’t be as much fun or exciting as what Gray and I had been doing.

One of the men spoke. “You don’t have a scruple in your body. God, I wish I had that skill.”

Whoever he was talking to laughed. “No scruples gets me lots of cash.”

A third man piped in. “Unreportable of course.”

No scruples man continued his story. “Yeah, so then I told this noob his zoning was probably not right, and he would need to go to the next county commission meeting and apply for rezoning for the entire area.”

“Ah ha ha ha. No, you didn’t. After you told him to apply for a sign permit?”

“Yeah, these people have been chasing paperwork for weeks. The longer I can keep it up, the more cash this guy pulling the strings in New York puts in my pocket.”

“How they hell did you fall into this deal?”

Holy shit. They were talking about our club. They had to be. I looked back at Gray and he nodded. A dark anger flashed across his face.

We weren’t here by coincidence. Ilario’s lead and Gray’s mad warrior skills could only mean one thing.

These guys were gonna die. Unless I did something about it.

I jumped out of our booth and slid into theirs, making the man closest to the edge scoot with my booty-booty. “Hiya gents, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.”

Sure, now they go silent. “Oh, goodness, don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me.” I picked up one of the shot glasses on the table and downed the contents. Whoo. Tequila. That’ll get the blood flowing hot.

“They are, huh?” I recognized No-scruples voice. He eyed the glass and then me, and then my boobs.

The job of a Dominatrix was to give her subs pleasure, to anticipate their needs, and push their boundaries to give them what they needed most. I was about to use every psychological skill I knew to rope these boys in and dominate their brains out. Minus the sex of course. They could come to my club for that.

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