Page 35 of Daniil
Thankfully, I’m working at Club Inferno again tonight.Away from the boys’ club my house has become, where I can think about something other than the man who’s inserted himself into almost every part of my life.
It’s driving me crazy but?—
Not tonight.I’m working.Time to focus.
Because it’s crazy busy.It’s a special event, that’s why they called me in.Chains is here, along with another one of his security guys, Chris.Well, everyone calls him Chaos, and I don’t know that story, but he was introduced to me as Christopher Morrison, and he said, “Call me Chris” when he shook my hand.
Now I hear his voice in my earpiece.
“Everything quiet in the dungeon.”
“Private rooms are good,” Chains adds.
“Dance floor is wild,” I grumble.“I can’t see the whole room from here, so it would be good if one of you joined me down here.”
“On my way,” Chris says.
“I’ll go between the private rooms and the dungeon,” Chains says.“Let me know if you need anything.”
“And I’ll be on the floor shortly,” Emilie puts in.
Despite tonight’s crowd, I like working here.Chains and Emilie are easy to work for, Jamie’s great when he’s here, and the clientele tends to be pretty well-behaved.Except for the drunk hockey player on the dance floor trying to hit on everyone in the room.
I’m going to have to give him a warning if he keeps it up.This is a sex club, after all, so there are different limits and expectations—but that doesn’t apply to harassing people who make it clear they’re not interested.
Dammit.
This job is usually easy, but this jerk has his hands on a young blonde who’s feebly trying to push him away.
“Possible trouble on the dance floor,” I say into my earpiece, as I move in that direction.“I’m going to have a conversation.”
“On my way,” Chris replies.
The hockey player is still making a nuisance of himself, trying to get the blonde to dance with him.
“Everything okay here?”I yell since the music is blasting through the PA system.
“We’re just dancing, lady…”
“Do you want to dance with him?”I ask the blonde.“You’re allowed to say no.”
“Why don’t you mind your own business?”the guy says, putting a hand up a little too close to my face.
“Another inch and I’ll break it,” I say, motioning for the blonde to move behind me.
She makes a beeline off the dance floor, and the guy—who’s at least six three and probably has a hundred pounds on me—snarls in my face.
“What the fuck did you do that for?”
“Because she said she wasn’t interested.We take consent seriously here.”
He rolls his eyes.“She’s into me.That’s what all thesesubmissives—” he says it like it’s a bad word “—want.To be forced.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s the opposite of what they want,” I reply.“Now either behave yourself or I can throw you out.”
“You and what army?”
“United States Marines, Major Grimshaw at your service,” I say, giving him a mock salute.“You want to try me?”
