Club Red
1060 Words
Ace
It was the next day, and I was no closer to finding out what fu*ks had threatened the club.
Thankfully, Whiz was an absolute legend and had somehow hacked surrounding business CCTV.
"It's definitely a club. We wiped out the Saints, so I'm not sure who, but they showed up in formation on bikes."
I clenched my jaw. Surprised I didn't break a molar. Who the fu*k had the balls to come into Savage Souls territory and live to see the light of day.
"Who the fu*k would dare?" I barked out.
"I'm not sure man, someone with a death wish."
My thoughts kept creeping back to Jasmine. Maybe because I suspected she was bringing sh*t to our doorstep, or maybe because I wanted to devour her. Either way, I was going to have a chat with her.
Jasmine
There wasn't much in town as far as jobs go, but I needed a second one to get out of here faster. I wasn't sure if my dad and the MC were responsible for what happened at Trixie's, but guilt still surrounded my heart.
I found a club I hadn't heard of, Club Red, and decided to see if I could get a bartending or waitressing job part-time. And I found out quickly after entering that this was not your usual club.
It was a BD*M club.
I'm not yucking anyone's yum, but I didn't expect this. I don't have much experience in it. The only time I got tied up was against my will was with Knives. Taking in my surroundings was pretty shocking, but I schooled my features. I needed this job.
I approached the bar, trying to ignore the woman on stage tied to a chair taking a di*k down her throat. And the constant moaning surrounding me. A blonde with a pixie cut wearing a leather outfit approached me with a smile and amused look.
Clearly I look out of place.
"Hey there doll need a drink?" She smirked.
"Uh no, actually I'm looking for a job. I have waitressing and bartending experience."
"Damn. I was hoping you were looking for a date for the night."
I instantly felt my face heat, and the blush creep up my face. Don't get me wrong, she was beautiful. But I had never been with another woman. And in this setting I could only imagine what she'd have in store for me.
"Thanks, but I really just need a part-time job. I work at Trixie's full-time and need some extra cash."
She stuck her hand out and shook mine.
"I'm Melissa. Assistant manager. I do the hiring. Why don't you take a seat, and we can see what we can do."
I took a seat, waiting for her to return. I took in my surroundings. Besides the obvious atmosphere, it was a nice place. Clean, dark and sultry. The walls were a dark shade of red and all the furniture was black leather.
"Kitten?"
I froze. A chill went up my spine.
No. Way.
I turned and sure enough, Ace. And he looked exceptionally hot. Black dress pants, a black button-up shirt. His hair was slicked back and I could smell his cologne. I pushed my thighs together instinctively.
"Uh, hi "
Ace
I entered Club Red hoping to fu*k the images of Jasmine out of my brain. Not like I thought it would work, but a guy can dream.
I approached the bar and stopped dead in my tracks. I knew it was her right away. Auburn hair in waves down her back. I could see her tats slinking out from behind her tight tank top.
"Kitten?"
Her shoulders tensed and she slowly turned to me.
What the fu*k was she doing here? I felt a jab of jealousy. Images of her being tied down and flogged by some a*shole flooded my brain.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I barked out. Sterner than I meant.
She flinched.
Da*n it. Stupid Ace.
"I, um, came to apply for a job. Waiting tables or bartending."
Relief flushed through me. Thank fu*k. Not that it completely eased my mind. She would still have men and women alike gawking at her fine a*s.
"What about Trixie's? You quitting?"
"No, uh, I'm just looking for part-time. I need to save up some money."
"You need help? If so, I'm sure I can figure something out for you."
"No!" She snapped. "I don't need your or any man's help. I won't be sticking around town for long, I just need a few months to save up, and I'll be out of your hair." She turned back around.
"Hey Ace this smoke show belong to you? I tried to get a piece but was shot down." Melissa frowned, coming out from the back with paperwork in tow.
"Naw I know her from Trixie's. I handle the security there."
"Oh well, too bad. I bet she's delicious in bed."
Jasmine blushed. Hard.
"Anyways, go ahead and fill out an app. I could use help bartending two days a week. I'm flexible, so whatever days you have off at Trixie's I can have you fill in here."
"Great. I'm off on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Would that work? "
"No." I growled. "A word Jasmine?"
A grabbed her arm and took her to one of the corner booths.
"Do you have any idea what your signing up for? What kind of club this is?"
"I'm aware it's a BD*m club Ace. I'm not a virgin. I know what it entails." She snapped back.
Brat.
Right about now, I wanted to tie her to the ceiling and use a crop on her juicy a*s.
"That's not the point. You will be involved in lifestyle whether you realize it or not. This isn't a lifestyle to be taken lightly. And what do you mean you're leaving?"
"It's two days a week, I'll be fine. I don't need you or your club telling me what to do. And yes, I'm saving to leave. I travel. I don't stay in one place for long "
I ground my teeth. Surprised I didn't break a tooth.
"Fine. Suit yourself."
Her shoulders relaxed.
"Whatever you're running from, better not come and bite you in the a*s, or the clubs a*s for that matter."
Her eyes widened and she started to shake.
Gotcha.
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