Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Shanna huffs in frustration. “If I agree to this crazy scheme, can I do…whatever it is alone?”
A grin spreads across my face. “Our members would jump through rings of fire to see you touch yourself.”
She pales. “Wait. Are you suggesting I…masturbate for an audience?”
“Even the thought of it makes me hard,” I whisper for her ears alone.
“Absolutely not!”
“Then I’ll be more than happy to assist you.”
She turns to me with a scathing glare. “I’ll bet. You’re not touching me.”
“But it would be more believable…and more blackmail-worthy,” Del chimes in. “I’ll hide in the room and watch all doors, windows, and passersby, see if I can identify our camera-wielding asshole.”
Her jaw drops. “It’s bad enough to contemplate getting naked with him. But having you watch, too? No.”
That horror on her face is pure fiction. Her suddenly hard nipples tell me that. She’s scared—of herself, of me, of whatever is fueling her ambition. Suddenly, I want to get to the bottom of it all. I want to understand her.
“Is the idea too arousing?” I challenge.
Shanna whirls on me. “It won’t work.”
I shrug. “If you don’t want our help…”
She bites her lip. Yeah, she’s thinking through her options.
A few moments later, she grits her teeth. “I need your help, damn it. But there's got to be a better idea than putting me on display.”
“Your blackmailer will return to the scene of the crime if we dangle the right bait in front of him. Catching him in the act is the only way to be certain he's the guilty party.”
Shanna paces. Her firm ass outlined in white capri pants makes my tongue melt as she contemplates in a silence broken only by her high heels.
“I can’t believe I’m actually considering this. I must be out of my mind.”
“Or determined to stop someone from screwing your career,” Del quips.
“Which is the only reason I haven’t walked out.”
Gently, I wrap my hand around her elbow. “Would seeing the room and all the places Del can hide so he can catch this bastard help you decide?”
My business partner sends me a knowing smile.
She shrugs. “I don’t know, but maybe if I see the room, something will occur to me.”
“You two come up with the plan and let me know. I need to get back to my…company.” Del claps me on the back, kisses Shanna’s hand, and disappears upstairs.
In the charged silence, I lead Shanna down a hall and up another set of stairs, to the playrooms. At the second door on the left, I pause and ease it open…
8
Inside, a handful of comfortable chairs and a long, cushy sofa take up the foreground of the shadowy space, which overlooks the stage beyond. Currently, the room is devoid of guests, but muted emergency lights shining from the ceiling reveal the center of attention—a sleek bed with four chrome posts and matching restraints.
“Oh,” Shanna gasps out beside me.
I love that she’s shocked.
I’d bet this week’s take that she's envisioning herself on that stage, her pussy shoved full of my cock—and a rapt audience watching. I’d bet next week’s take that she’s incredibly aroused.
“Other members sit here”—I point to the nearby seating—“or look through the windows at the far end of the room and watch the scene.” I point. “From the clip you showed me, I suspect your blackmailer sat in the room, here.” I point to a small chair in the shadows, a mere three feet from the end of the bed. “He likely used a zoom lens to get the tight penetration shots. We’ll know for sure when we catch him.”
“Of course.” The warble in her voice sounds even more pronounced.
I smile to myself as I turn and point to a bare wall. “Through here is a doorway, accessible only from the security area. See, no knob on this side. We can position the cameras to watch this chair. Del can either monitor the room from the bank of cameras or from one of the other chairs in the corner.”
“If you have security cameras viewing this room, can’t you just review your existing footage and see if anyone held a video camera during the scene in question?”
I shake my head. “The cameras are focused on the action on stage. Our primary concern is the safety of the players. We make sure everything that happens on stage is consensual. If there’s even a hint that something isn’t, we stop the scene. But we don’t regularly monitor the audience. So, in order to catch your blackmailer, we’ll have to change the camera positioning for your scene. And I’ll protect you.”
“I didn’t agree to…perform, much less with you.”
Not yet, but she will. “Hmm.”
“Besides, won’t the blackmailer be able to spot Del if he’s in one of those chairs?” She gestures across the room.
“Come with me.” I offer my hand to her.
Shanna looks at it, then at me, eyes wide. Reluctantly, she places her fingers in mine. She’s shaking, and that chink in her armor is heady. I repress a smile.