Abby turned away from Jeremy who was talking to someone else now, a big, bald guy. A scene caught her eye. There was a woman in pigtails and a school girl uniform laid out over the knee of a much older man. Her bare ass was up in the air, and he spanked her vigorously. She howled her outrage.
“That’s okay?” Abby felt a little uncomfortable with the screaming the school girl was doing. She turned back and noted the horny ad guys had their secretary between them now. “Holy crap.” She looked up at Sam and knew her eyes were wide as saucers. “Do we look like that?”
Sam inspected the scene carefully. “Naw, baby, me and Jack are a hundred times better looking than those two.”
“And she doesn’t have your boobs,” Sally said with a critical eye. “As for the woman in the classroom, she specifically requested the full Britney Spears.”
“Oh,” Abby mouthed, not sure how to respond to that.
Sam was still watching the office scene. “I think my anal technique is way better than his.” He hissed lightly. “I never pop in and out like that. It should be a smooth glide. We’re way prettier, baby. See, you would know this if you let me tape it like I’ve been begging you to.”
She narrowed her eyes. “That is not happening, Samuel Fleetwood. I know that would end up on YouTube.” Something Sally had said finally penetrated. “Do you really think my boobs are nicer than hers? Hers just seem perkier.”
“Silicone,” Sally and Sam said at the same time.
Abby turned her head to get a good view. Sure enough, they were fake.
Sally leaned over. “Yours are so much prettier than hers. I would really like to play with them.” She very lightly brushed her lips against Abby’s. Abby felt Sam get hard from two feet away.
“Since when do subs play openly on the floor?” A large, obviously dominant man was standing over them. He was joined by an equally massive friend. Both topped out well over six four. One had shaved his head along with all his body hair. He was the one Jeremy had been talking to. The other was a strikingly attractive man with long dark hair and bright blue eyes. Though the bald guy was slightly bigger, Abby had no doubt who was really in charge. The dark-haired man reeked authority. He reminded her a little of Jack.
Abby noticed Sally had hit the ground. She sank to her knees. It was a feat of grace in that tight miniskirt. Sally’s eyes were downcast. Her palms were open on her thighs.
“What is going on, Sally?” The dark-haired, blue-eyed man stared down at the blonde. His expression conveyed his dismay. “Are you regressing? I’m going to have to tell Julian about this. He will be very disappointed.”
Sam slipped his hand into Abby’s. He started to pull her away, but Abby held her ground. She wasn’t going to leave little Sally to the mercy of men who didn’t look like they had any. Even if the blonde had tried to blow both of her husbands.
“She was talking to us.” Abby stared up at dark-haired man.
“Abby,” Sam barked.
Big baldie’s eyes focused on her, and Abby suddenly knew how a little bunny rabbit felt when a wolf caught sight of it. “No one gave you permission to speak, sub.”
She felt Sam pulling at her.
“Where’s your collar, little one?” Dark Hair asked.
“She’s new,” Sam said quickly. “I haven’t gotten her one yet.”
Baldie laughed long and loud. “Why the hell would you buy her a collar? Did her master send you out, and you forgot?”
“She’s mine,” Sam said firmly.
Dark Hair shook his head exchanging a weary look with his friend. “Tourists. How did you get in? It would be best if you left. I’m sorry, you’re not a Dom. You’re far too soft, and no Dom here is going to believe you can hold her. You’re going to cause me an enormous amount of trouble if you stay. I need to take this one to her rooms. It will be up to her master to decide her punishment.” He sighed. “I don’t want to leave the two of you alone. Maybe you should come with me.”
“I’ll take little red, Leo.” Baldie gave her a leering glance that left Abby feeling slightly unclean. “She’s lovely. I’ll show her how a real Dom treats a slave.”
“Don’t you lay a hand on her.” Sam pulled Abby back against him. His arms were a cage around her. Every muscle in his body seemed tense and ready for action. Abby felt her heart speed up. This could get bad.
Leo reached down and pulled on Sally’s collar. She immediately got to her feet. “You should be glad Jeremy told me you were slipping, dear. If you had managed to get these two back to a room, Julian would have thrown you out.”
“No, he wouldn’t.” Abby felt Sam squeeze her arm but continued anyway. She’d never been able to handle injustice. She tried to catch Sally’s attention, but the sub had her head down. She didn’t protest as Leo pulled on her collar. If Sally couldn’t speak up for herself, then Abby would. “Jeremy’s a weasel. She totally had permission to try to seduce me. Not that it was going to work. Sally, why don’t you tell him?”
Leo turned his now cold blue eyes on her. “She isn’t speaking because I haven’t given her permission to speak. She knows her place, sub.”
Abby had the sudden realization that a good many people were no longer watching the scenes playing out around them. She’d managed to make her own scene.
“Knees, sub,” Leo said coldly.
Abby swallowed and fought the urge to get on her knees. If she did that, it would make Sam look bad. This Leo guy wasn’t her husband, and he wasn’t her lover. She didn’t mean anything to him, and she had no rights concerning this man. In Abby’s mind, that meant he had no rights over her, either.
“No.” Abby was pleased with how steady her voice was.
“We’re going back to our room.” Sam tried to pull her back.
Baldie reached out to grab her. “Too late, sub. No one talks to Master Leo that way and gets away with it.”
“Damn it!” Sam exclaimed. “Jack’s going to kill me.” He shoved Abby back, and with a disgusted sigh, threw the first punch.
Abby fell back on her ass just as all hell broke loose.
Chapter Eight
Jack followed Julian into the bar level of the club. Vaguely Jack noted the slight changes Julian had made. The carpet looked new. He shrugged. He’d never paid much attention to decor. He’d spent his nights prowling the dungeon and the playroom. That had been a long time ago. He wondered if it would be different coming here as a guest. He and Sam had come several times but almost always to find a woman to share for the weekend. Ménage was common among this set. In the past they would hook up with a woman on a Friday night then spend the weekend with her in one of the upstairs suites.
Abby had changed all that.
Still, it might be fun to bring her here. They could take her downstairs and get her hot and bothered watching the scenes. Then, when she couldn’t take anymore, he’d get her in the elevator and give her the pounding she deserved. He’d carry her into their suite, and he and Sam would make sure she couldn’t walk come Monday morning. She wouldn’t have to, Jack vowed. He’d just carry her around.
What was he thinking? Jack shook his head in disgust. She’d just been sick, and he wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk? He remembered the promise he’d made to himself in the hospital. He’d promised that if he lived, he would try to be a better man. He wouldn’t be so demanding. He would have the type of marriage that Abigail deserved and be the friend Sam needed.
He’d done what he promised, so why did he feel like he was losing them?
Julian opened the door to a small private dining room. The room had a distinctly masculine edge to it. All the furniture was comfortable but elegant. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace in the back of the room. It gave the room an intimate glow. Jack knew this was Julian’s personal dining room. No one else used it.