Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : H. Beryl
Word Count :15006
Publication Date :2016-05-14
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-4874-0744-5
Don’t make up your mind until you have tried it, that is what reporter Garrett found out when he thought he had a story to expose the dark side of a new club in town.
It is easy to seek the worst when you are a reporter and looking for a story that will be your big break. But what happens when the worst turns out to draw you into a world that is different and not what you expected. A world that offers you something that might be called love by some people and pain by others. Will you write the worst or will you tell the truth?
There were other pages dedicated to beautiful people, fully dressed, eating at a restaurant straight out of Eighteenth-Century, France, all candles and waiters with white gloves. There was a bar with a dance floor that included a live band. At the top it announced, clothing optional. Everyone looked happy.
Every Sub longs for a Dom. It takes the right Dom to reach and train a Sub when one does not even admit it. Interested?
The woman was shorter than he was and even though she was seen from the back, it was obvious she had her head tilted down. There were no marks on her flawless back, and her hair was reflecting the light from the camera, every strand in place. On the page the message was simple.
Instead, there was a man, in a suit, with a woman with her bare back to the camera. It was a strange tableau that drew Garrett’s eye. The man’s head was in shadow, only from his nose down—his sensual lips and strong jaw were all that was revealed. Garrett wanted to see his eyes, but there was not even a reflection of light in that area. He had his jacket pushed open with one hand on his belt area, the other hand and arm was across the top of an ornate shelf that might have been the mantle of a fireplace. It was hard to tell with the dark shadows in the photo. The woman had one arm down at her side and one hand flat on his crisp white shirt.
Garrett looked at the website. First of all, he was surprised. Not that it was a BDSM club. There had been a couple around for a while. The city was trying to clean up the sex clubs, most certainly these types. What surprised him was the kind of advertisement. There were no women in revealing costumes smiling as they hung in chains. There were no over-muscled men in leather chaps with their asses hanging out and long whips in their hands.
Rose tapped the tablet. “Look, I have wanted to do this. I would be glad to go there and let them train me. I could report back to you. There must be a story buried somewhere in that place. Just look at those pictures. Look what they are saying. I’m willing.”
Garrett shook his head. Rose knew they were always up against the wall to find a new angle to get a story of interest for the magazine.
“What the hell Rose, a sex club? There have been dozens of stories on them.”
Garrett sighed as Rose took the tablet. She messed around until she had what she wanted then put the tablet back down.
“Well, this would be good. Look