Shadowing Me(6)

It is imperative a person know the etiquette of the place where he or she is having a scene. Think of it like this. I can’t walk up into someone’s home and do as I want. I don’t go in, thinking I know everything there is to know about the place, and prop my feet up on the damn coffee table. If I do something like that, I’ll find my ass back out on the sidewalk.

Take the leather adorning my right wrist, for instance. One band signals that I’m a Dominant Sadist. The one with thin, light red stitching indicates that I like blood play. Alec’s flagging system is as simple as it is tasteful, but again, he’s becoming negligent.

“What’s good?” I ask as I near him.

“Damn cops still hanging around.” Alec turns towards me, frowning.

I would love nothing more than to say I told you so. I’ve warned him that he was getting too slack with the club. The kink world needs to stay locked tight like a fucking vault. People lose jobs because of this particular lifestyle. Not to mention, it’s illegal almost everywhere.

“Sir…”

Before turning my attention towards Rose, Euphoria’s manager, I slip into my persona. Alec has strict rules for her to call all club members Sir or Ma’am when addressing them. I give a little nod, gesturing her to continue.

“Your lease is up. Would you like to renew it?”

I hate to waste money, knowing the club is taking over, but if I don’t renew, Alec will become suspicious. When it comes to my lifestyle, I am a creature of habit.

“Yes, thank you, Rose.”

“Very well, Sir. Enjoy,” she says quietly as she walks away.

I would love to play with her, but again, it is against the rules. Even if Alec were to become slack on that one, I wouldn’t touch her. Although her long, red hair and blue eyes appeal to me, and her light, porcelain skin would look lovely with red marks, she’s off limits to me.

“Still don’t want to give up your room, eh?”

I take my attention from Rose’s backside and turn back towards my friend.

“Month after month, you know me.” I would hate for my room to go towards some dumb fuck who wouldn’t tend to it properly. I have everything how I like it. My belongings are nicely organized and sterile, and I want to keep it that way. If I don’t follow up on my lease, my shit will be stuck in a small locker, and what a pain in the ass that would become.

“You require Yolanda before you leave?” Alec questions.

I refrain from saying, “Don’t I always,” and nod yes.

Yolanda is a godsend here at Euphoria. Her job is to sterilize, organize, and clean everything with bleach. Some refuse to use her because her services are expensive. She is paid a salary for her basic duties, but when it comes to sterilizing toys and personalized rooms, she charges extra. It’s Alec’s way of getting her more money without him actually being the one to pay it. She deserves the extra, though.

Hell, if it weren’t for her, and the fact that Rose is such a great manager, I wouldn’t even play here anymore. I’d play at my house. With Rose in charge, I don’t worry about STD screenings. She is on top of that. In all honesty, when Breakneck takes over this club, I plan to ask Winter and Prez if Rose and Yolanda can continue their employment here. It’d be a shame to lose them when they are very knowledgeable and discreet with this lifestyle.

“What are your tastes today, my friend?”

Hmm… “Rose has me yearning for a pale, redhead.”

Alec looks around. “Right over there.” He nods his head to the left. “Haven’t had her, but I hear good things.”

My eyes follow his line of sight until they reach the woman he is referring to. She’ll do. Although her skin is pale, her red hair is definitely not natural. After I finish looking over her body, my eyes go to her left wrist and I smirk. Lovely little, fake redhead, I’m coming for you.

I don’t bother with unnecessary goodbyes as I stalk my way over to her. I need to let some of this frustration loose, and as soon as possible. My demons claw at my chest cavity, begging for release. Her eyes roam my body and, stopping at the leather on my wrist, she nods in acceptance and puts her cigarette out. I don’t wait for her. I don’t have to. She’ll follow. I stroll through the club with confident movements that would make most spectators weak in the knees. I’m a man on a mission.

As I get to my room and dig out my key, the fake redhead comes up behind me. No words are necessary as she waits for me to unlock the door. I nudge it open with my foot, using my hand to gesture her inside first. I am not a complete asshole. I still have some manners.

Once the door is shut and locked, I shrug out of my leather cut and walk over to the closet. I have no patience for clutter. Thankfully, I’ve learned to separate my club from my extra-curricular activities because, let’s face it, some of my brothers are fucking disgusting. After hanging up my cut, I head towards the dresser.