Page 5 of Compelled Obedience

However, Carnal Sins was my baby. Our services were geared mostly to men, although women were welcome as members. Almost every kink was catered to from humiliation to flogging, voyeurism to impact play. With a special, very private entrance and a secure four-level garage, members had complete anonymity.

“Did my sister approve of these… atrocities?” I asked with the same disgust in my voice, curious if he’d managed to get through her hard outer shell.

“I’ll have you know the lovely Anastasia thought the idea was what she called a ‘chef’s kiss.’ You can call her if you don’t believe me.” Parker held a hint of arrogance in his tone as well. Hell, I couldn’t blame him.

Exhaling, I shook my head again. My sister was not only controller of the entire corporation, but she was also one kinky woman preferring her submissives be buff and rugged. She had an appetite for sex more than most men I knew. “Then I guess they stay.”

“I knew you’d approve.”

That remained to be seen.

“Incidentally, some guy stopped by earlier looking for you,” Parker said over the din of the crowd.

“You’ll need to be a bit more specific.”

“He didn’t tell me his name and I didn’t ask. Slick around the edges. You know the type. We weren’t even open yet. I was just coming into work.”

I was used to politicians hovering around every so often, conservative God-fearing people who thought they’d try to shut us down, and they were almost always in slick suits with an entourage behind them. “Ever see him before?”

“No, but he reminded me of an FBI agent for sure. The slick dude had on a cheap suit and had no personality.”

Parker’s repetitive words meant not only had I made him nervous, but the mystery visitor had as well.

Unfortunately, I knew the type all too well. The entire Carnal Sins Corporation had been under scrutiny at one time or another. The intended demise of all three clubs had been used for political gain over the years, fortunately to no avail. “What did you tell our surprise guest?”

Parker snorted. “That I wasn’t your keeper.”

Chuckling, I gave him an approving nod. “Let me know if you see him again. If I’m here, keep him on lockdown.”

It had been quiet the last few months. No issues with members, no hounding from the press trying to garner their fifteen minutes of fame. Even movie producers, who’d once flooded me with requests to use the club as a backdrop for a kinky movie, hadn’t bothered me as of late. I should have known it wouldn’t stay quiet for long.

“Will do. You sure about the cages? I don’t want them to drive you into an even worse daily mood.”

“Very funny.” I rubbed my jaw, noticing the girl in the closest cage was being taunted by a group of men. She was handling it like a wildcat, using her ‘paw’ and clawing through the bars. “As long as things don’t get too rowdy, then I’m fine with the cages being here.” I studied her for a few seconds, drawn to her stunning hourglass figure and long pink hair. While the costume and makeup, including whiskers hid a good portion of her face, there was no disguising her incredible beauty.

My cock stirred and that hadn’t occurred in a hell of a long time.

“Brak, Abe, and Luis can handle the assholes.” He seemed certain of that.

Our regular bouncers, men built like tanks, their backgrounds including military training. They were necessary to keep the riffraff out. Trouble was the last thing I needed on my plate, especially when LA’s finest had been on my ass lately. There was no reason the chief of police continued to hassle us other than the mayor was up for re-election and the chief was in his right hand pocket.

My Miami partner, Jameson Stark, had experienced the same thing over the last couple of years. Even though everyone who was anyone in the city belonged to Carnal Sins, it didn’t seem to stop the ‘God-fearing politicians’ when they needed to bask in the limelight. I snickered at the thought. Jameson’s club was exceeding expectations this year while Lachlan McKenzie’s DC Club had a waiting list of two years. “Maybe so but let me know if you experience any disturbances.”

“You got it, boss.”

“You can call me Grant. We’ve worked together long enough.” I don’t know why I felt the need to remind him other than issuing an olive branch for being a complete asshole as of late.

“No can do, boss. You’re the man of action.”

Even when I was in a piss-poor mood, he had a way of making me laugh, refusing to take the business too seriously. I checked my watch, realizing I had another fifteen minutes before my meeting with a potential new Carnal Sins member. Why the man has insisted he meet with me kept a red flag in the back of my mind. The candidates usually filled out an application and waited for approval or denial. They knew the requirements, a half million dollar initiation fee, at least as much per year depending on their level of involvement.

Parker seemed to notice my stare and chuckled. “She goes by the name of Star Angel.”

“Creative. Somehow, I don’t think our little feisty kitten is an angel.”

“Why don’t you meet her and find out.”

Growling, I threw him a look. It seemed everyone was trying to set me up.

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