Page 27 of Whatever Lola Wants

She showed them the others as they came out, then set aside the container. She ripped open an alcohol wipe. “This will sting,” she warned, and swiped it quickly over the wounds to clean them.

Jamie hissed out a breath as alcohol once again hit the rapidly closing wounds.

“All done,” she told him with a smile, and eyed his chest critically. Small beads of blood had appeared in a few spots, but he wasn’t bleeding. Within half an hour the tiny holes left behind by the needles would be completely closed. “Are you ready to try sitting up now?”

Jamie nodded. She slipped off the table, landing lightly on the floor to one side while Richard moved to the other, and together they helped him sit up.

“Stay there for a minute, get your bearings,” she told him, and waited patiently while Jamie steadied himself.

After a few moments, he nodded again. “I can get up.”

“Sure?” She examined his face carefully, then smiled, satisfied by what she saw. “Okay. Swing your legs over and slide down. Take it slow,” she cautioned, and between her and Richard, they got him on his feet and over to a low sofa against the wall.

Lola helped Jamie sit, then left Richard to settle in beside him while she fetched a blanket from one of the cabinets. She dug a fresh bottle of water out of the cooler in the corner and twisted the top off before handing it to Jamie, wrapping his fingers around it to be sure he had it.

“Got it?” she asked him, and waited for his nod before she let go. She glanced at Richard. “You good?”

Richard nodded and gathered Jamie close, cradling the boy’s head against his chest. “I’ve got him.”

“Good enough.” She rose to her feet. I’m going to clean up while you two catch your breath. We’ll talk in a little while.”

Simon watched Lola move around the room, scooping up discarded plastic and paper, wiping down equipment, and putting her kit back together. The crowd in the gallery began to drift out, people chattering quietly about the scene in hushed tones to make sure they didn’t disturb the aftercare taking place below.

He looked up as someone moved close to his side. “Michael.”

“Simon.” Michael’s eyes twinkled as he watched the cleanup. “What did you think of the scene?”

Simon tried to come up with some eloquent words, but all that came out was, “Fucking hell.”

“Well said,” Michael agreed. “I’m definitely going to ask her to do a demo, perhaps even teach a beginner’s class. After tonight, I believe there will be enough interest to warrant one.”

“You’re not kidding,” Simon muttered. He’d glanced around at the other spectators when Lola had lowered herself back down to kneel once again after essentially doing a crouching handstand on Jamie’s chest. His hadn’t been the only hard dick in the room.

“Can I assume you’ll attend?”

Simon kept his eyes on Lola. The room put back to rights, she was once again crouched in front of the sofa, speaking softly to Richard and Jamie. “Needles aren’t really my thing.”

Michael ran his tongue around his teeth and glanced pointedly at the tent in Simon’s pants. “Really.”

Simon smothered a laugh. “Surprised me, too.”

“She’s an intriguing woman.”

“She is,” Simon agreed, then frowned. “Not submissive, though.”

“No, I think that’s clear. But she is a switch. Perhaps you’ll find an area of mutual interest.”

Simon’s frown deepened. “Maybe.”

“She’s filling out the submissive forms.”

Now Simon glanced at his friend. “Is she?”

He nodded. “She finished in the rest, but she decided to do those at home. She didn’t wish to rush through them.”

Simon stared at his friend for a moment, then nodded. “Good to know.”

“Just don’t take too long, my friend.” Michael clapped him on the back. “Judging by the conversation flowing around the room tonight, she won’t be hurting for potential play partners for long. On either side of the aisle.”

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