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                                     CHAPTER 2

 

 

       Ava and Marie were in way over their heads here. What the hell were they thinking coming to Lair on a Sunday night? Hell Ava knew what they were thinking. All the stories Marie's mom Sass told them about her working as a dominatrix had them both so curious; they had to come check it out for themselves. Marie's mom told them they could just go and observe, see what it was like without having to get involved in anything going on. That if anyone came up to them, they could just say they weren't ready to play tonight, and they would be left alone. Yeah not so much.

Ava and Marie honestly didn't think they would be approached so it was no biggie coming. Especially since, they found a booth towards the back kind of in a corner.  Yeah definitely not so much on that one. I mean they weren't hideous or any
thing, but neither one of them thought they were supermodel material. So far they'd been approached several times and they hadn't even been here an hour yet.

    "I really don't think this was such a good idea after all." Ava said.

    "Come on Ava it's not that bad. I mean yeah it's nothing like we were expecting, but so far everyone that's come up to us has been cool about it. Momma said everything would be fine so relax baby girl. Let's do a shot and see what happens." Marie consoled her.

Marie got the w
aitresses attention and ordered them each a shot of their favorite tequila, a margarita for Ava and a beer for herself.

Relax. Right. They were smack dab in the middle of the kinkiest club in town and she was supposed to relax? Ava scanned the room again.
There was so much going on it was hard to decide where to look. From where they were sitting, they had a pretty good view of the main floor.

The place looked like a Goth fancy restaurant. If the restaurant you were dining in didn't have a dress code that i
s, and you could hear whips being cracked all around you, and moans coming from seemingly everywhere.

There were black leather booths along three of the back walls with fairly high backs so you had to practically stand up to look over them. They gave the i
llusion of semi-privacy Ava guessed. And now that she thought about it, she really didn't want to know what had gone down in the booth they were now sitting in before they got here. On the tables there were candles and tablecloths short enough so that you could still see under them. Boy could you see what was going on under them, not that she necessarily wanted to.

Huge Gothic wall sconces were in between every booth that looked like they held candles. The walls had that old Grecian textured paint, so when
there were candles, the dim light would flicker shadows that danced across the peaks and valleys of the paint. There was also a huge chandelier hanging from what had to be like a three story high ceiling. She knew there were at least two floors because there was what looked like a balcony circling the entire room. And people were leaning over the railing looking down at the action going on the main floor.

Heavy burgundy curtains framed the archways to the halls. Lord only knew what was down those halls. Ava
didn't think she wanted to know though. Please don't let her have to use the bathroom, cause she sure as hell didn't want to have to venture into those halls to find one. There was a huge wooden bar with a mirror running the length behind it that took up the entire front wall too with lots of people sitting at it doing all kinds of interesting things. Yay.

In a booth not too far away from them what Ava saw made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. A man was obviously talking into a woman's ear
whose top was completely unzipped exposing her breasts. As he was talking to her, he was pinching and fingering her left nipple. The woman was definitely enjoying it by the look on her face. Her head was thrown back resting on the back of the booth. Her eyes were closed and she was arching her back pressing her chest into the man’s hand.

She really should look away. She really really should, but she just couldn't. Suddenly the woman opened her eyes and looked right at Ava. Ava immediately looked down at her hands comple
tely ashamed she'd been caught staring. Oh, God they absolutely should
not
be here! Hoping the woman was no longer looking their way, she raised her head again. No the woman definitely wasn't looking at her anymore.           

Holy shit! Ava's jaw dropped
practically to the table. Her eyes were surely bugging out of her head now. The man had turned so he was facing out of the booth and the woman was crawling out from underneath the table. Fabulously short tablecloths remember. As soon as she was out, she stood and moved in front of the man, her legs spread slightly and her arms clasped behind her back. And her head bowed so she was looking at the floor.

The man then reached out and pulled her between his now spread legs. He slid his hands slowly down her bo
dy to her upper thighs just under her skirt. If you could actually call it a skirt. The thing was so tight and so short you could literally see part of her ass hanging out. He slid the tips of his fingers just under the hem of her skirt caressing the backs of her legs at the swell of her ass.

By this time, Ava was having a hard time sitting still in her seat. She felt like her skin was heating from the inside out. And if she was completely honest with herself, she was starting to get seriously turned on wat
ching these two. She felt like she was intruding on what should be a very intimate moment between them. But they were practically in the middle of the damn club for Chrissake! 

The next thing she saw made her suck in a breath and sit back in the booth. He
r heart was beating faster and her breathing unsteady. Yet she still couldn't tear her gaze away from them. The man was slowly sliding his hands back up the woman's legs and taking her lack of a skirt with them. He pushed her would be skirt up around her waist and pushed her legs farther apart. Damn. The woman wasn't wearing any panties. Go figure, totally not a surprise in this place. The man slipped his hand between the woman's legs obviously stroking her. Yeah you didn't see this shit everyday now did you.

From where Ava was sitting, she could clearly see the man start fingering the woman's pussy with hard fast strokes. Well the woman definitely liked that. Hell Ava's panties were getting wet too. The woman's head fell back on her shoulders and you could
see her squeezing her hands together harder. Like she was having a hard time keeping them behind her back. Yeah Ava would have been having a hard time keeping them in place too. Hell she
was
having a hard time keeping her own hands in her lap and not between her own legs so she could relieve the ache building there.

God she was just as twisted as these people were. Maybe she did belong here. There was no way she would have the guts to actually do even a third of what they would obviously do though. Yeah she
was a chicken shit no matter how bad she wanted not to be. Oh well what ya gonna do?

The man finally pulled his fingers out of the woman and slid them in her mouth. The woman began sucking them clean to the man's clear approval. Once she was done, sucking
her juices off, he put his hands on her shoulders pushing her to her knees. Petting her and caressing her as she lowered slowly down. She kept her legs spread and her hands behind her back as she sank down to the floor.

Once on her knees between the man's
spread legs he nodded his head allowing her to move and she began unbuttoning his pants. All the while, the man was still petting her head and encouraging her with total affection. Once the woman had his pants undone, she pulled out his dick and started sliding her hand up and down his shaft.

    "Oh God
pulease
tell me I'm not about to watch her do what I think she's gonna do! There are people everywhere, and at their table even."

    "What'd you say sweetie?" Marie asked.

Did she just say that out loud? Before Ava had a chance to answer her, their waitress brought their drinks.

    "Thanks." They both said as she set them down on the table.

    "Sure thing ladies. Can I get you anything else right now?"

    "Ah no thanks. I
think we're good for now." Ava replied.

It wasn't much better looking at the waitresses. Their uniforms, if you could call them that, were almost nonexistent. Their tops were leather corsets that didn't even reach their belly buttons. But what really caught your eye was that the cups were cut o
ut and chains outlined their breasts connected in the middle by an O-ring making a triangle around each one. They all wore collars with heavy looking chains connected to the O-ring.

Their bottoms were leather thongs that had zippers going the entire length
of the triangle supposedly covering their crotches that were of course unzipped. Because that would just be wrong if you couldn't see their crotches too, duh. The straps going around their hips and through their ass cracks connecting the thing together were metal chains.

I'm sorry but that can't be comfortable, Ava thought. Shit the thought of that zipper right against something so important and sensitive made her cringe too. She could just see their tender lips getting caught should someone decide to close
the zipper on them. At least they all shaved! She couldn't even make herself imagine their pubic hair getting pulled all the time by the teeth on their zippers. Five-inch spike thigh high boots completed their ensemble. Uniforms, right, if those were uniforms Ava was dressed like a freakin nun!

Once the waitress left. Ava had a clear view of the exhibitionists in the booth again. Yep home chick was totally giving that dude head right there in front of everyone. She must be pretty damn good at it too, cause
the guy looked like he was about to shoot down her throat. Well goodie for them. Thank goodness, Marie distracted her again with the shots.

    "So let's do a toast to momma for expanding our awareness and introducing us to a very interesting lifestyle."
Marie said holding up her shot and clinking it against Ava's.

They tossed back the shot both grimacing and immediately shoving the lime in their mouths. Yep tequila still burned going down, but so damn good. As Ava stacked their empty glasses and put them
close to the end of the table, Marie finally noticed the couple in the booth. Apparently, the man had finally found his release as he held the woman still by the back of her head and groaned loud enough for Ava and Marie to hear all the way over here.

   
"Well hot damn that sounds like he thoroughly enjoyed himself! She must give pretty good head, what do you think Ava?" Marie asked taking a swig of her beer.

    "Judging from what I saw earlier, she does have very good suction and she can bob her head pre
tty damn fast." Ava replied grinning behind her straw.

They both started cracking up laughing.

    "See this isn't so bad. You just have to find the comedy in it and you'll be okay Ava."

Leave it to Marie to make Ava laugh and drag her out of her head. Th
is wasn't so bad after all. She could do this. She just had to sit back, drink her margarita and enjoy the show as they say. The very kinky, very fucked up show. But it's still a show.

                                   CHAPTER 3

 

 

      Well shit, maybe she spoke too soon. Just then a couple of creepy looking guys came up to their table and sat down blocking them in. Shit, this wasn't good!

    "We couldn't help but see you two laughing and had to come see what was so funny." The creep next to Ava said.

    "Two pretty little things like yourselves shouldn't be sitting here all alone doing nothing." Creep number 2 said to Marie.

    "Sorry guys we're just here to see what it's like and learn. We're not ready to participate yet." Marie said sweetly hoping to
get rid of them quickly.

Creep number 1 put his arm around Ava and started touching her neck. As creep number 2, Ava decided to call him, started moving in on Marie. Ava kept trying to see how Marie was handling things so she could follow suit. But she im
mediately sat straight up trying to stop creep 1 from touching her. And lost track of what was happening to her friend. The quick touch she'd just felt from him made her skin crawl. Shit, this wasn't good. Creep number 1 moved his hand to the small of her back practically on her ass where her skin was exposed. Oh God she was gonna puke!

Meanwhile creep number 2 practically had Marie on his lap he was so close to her and was touching her thigh way too close to Marie's crotch. And he looked like he was moving
it steadily closer. Fuck! Really. Not. Good!

    "Look we really are flattered that you noticed us, but we really aren't comfortable with all this yet." Ava said getting very scared now.

    "Oh baby don't worry we'll make you very comfortable. All you have to do is lean back and let us lead the way. See, all these clothes are way too restricting for one thing. I'll help you out of them." Creep number 1 said moving his hand up under Ava's shirt toward her bra.

    "Get your fucking hands off me you creep!"
Ava practically screamed trying to shove him away from her.

    "That's not the way you should be talking to me little girl. That will get you punished very quickly. You may be new at this, but you have to learn your manners. You can't be disrespectful to
a Dom, whether he owns you or not. And I will
definitely
enjoy punishing you for your insubordination to me teaching you each your place." He said grabbing a hold of her hands and pushing them behind her back so he could hold them both with one of his. With his now free hand, he started pushing up her shirt.

From what she could tell, Marie was in just as much trouble. Great! Just fucking great. They were about to be raped right in the middle of this fucked up place and no one was going to do anything about
it. Creep 1 and 2 had managed to maneuver them so their backs were against the others. Both with their hands restrained behind them at their butts. So they held hands to reassure the other was there with her.

Ava's were starting to hurt; her creep had such a death grip on them. She could hear Marie yelling at her creep with every other word being fuck. Yep that was Marie when she was pissed. Wait, when exactly did she decide that Marie's creep was hers and cre
ep 1 hurting Ava was hers?

Ava knew they were royally fucked now. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get her hands free to at least punch her creep in the nose before he had too much fun at her expense. He had her shirt up above her bra and was abou
t to pull the cup down when a shadow fell over the table and the deepest voice Ava had ever heard spoke.

    "I believe the ladies said they weren't interested. So if I were you I'd let them go and get the fuck out of here before you get hurt." Rafe growle
d barely keeping his hands down by his sides.

    "Fuck off asshole they're fine we're all just having fun." Creep number 2 said.

    "Oh I know they're not having fun at all. Are you beautiful?" Rafe ask looking at Ava.

    "No we absolutely are not. We a
re having the complete opposite of fun. Now get your fucking hands off me you disgusting jerk wad!" Ava yelled.    

Rafe had to grin at the little spitfire in front of him. Who says jerk wad? Apparently her. And even though the guy had her completely help
less. She was insulting him like he couldn't hurt her if she pissed him off. Damn she made him hard. Well now that Rafe was here
jerk wad
sure as hell wouldn't be hurting her anymore period, no matter if she pissed the guy off or not.

As soon as he'd gotte
n closer to her table to see what was going on, he smelled her, and gotten so damn hard his dick hurt. It was kinda hard to walk when every step he took practically strangled his dick in his now way too tight leather pants. Not to mention his fangs shot down into his mouth cutting his tongue. And of course, the taste of blood and her intoxicating sent mixed together almost dropped him to his knees.

Rafe had to get this shit diffused
quickly so he could get beautiful where he could taste her. Hell, the way he was feeling if this didn't end quickly he might wind up killing the sleaze touching her and fucking her right there in the booth with her friend sitting there watching. And once he got his dick in her, he'd bury his fangs in her delicate little neck and drink his fill while she squirmed beneath him. Damn not good. Really. Not. Fucking. Good. Rafe pushed the button on his com.

    "Marcus I need you at table 10 now."

    "On my way man sit tight."

    "Hurry the fuck up dammit. I don't have the patience to sit fucking tight." He all but yelled into the link.

He heard Marcus'
shit
, before he turned his attention back to the table. And what he saw pissed him the fuck off. The
jerk wad
, his feisty little beautiful so appropriately called him, had her by the hair pulling her head back as he bent his head down to her exposed breast.

Rafe saw red instantly. This dumb peace of shit just made his very last mistake ever. He was a dead man; he just didn't know
it yet. Rafe was more than happy to enlighten him though. Rafe reached out, grabbed the guy by the neck and yanked him out of the booth. Forcing him to release the girl who immediately pulled her shirt back down. Wasted move on her part; Rafe was just going rip it off her as soon as he was done with dead man dangling.

Rafe had every intention to literally rip the guy
’s head off when he felt a hand land on his shoulder. He was about to turn around and break said hand so he could continue on with his task of relieving dip shit of his defective head. When at the last second he realized Marcus was attached the offensive hand. Yeah he probably wanted to stay attached to it too. As long as Marcus didn't interfere in Rafe's business then he could keep the damn thing.

    "I've got this one. Why don't you take care of the other piece of shit over there?" Rafe threw over his shoulder as he turned back to the man still dangling by the neck in his hand.       

    "Not smart shit head. I gave you a chance and you didn't take it. So now you deal with me." Rafe hissed sticking his face inches from the other man's. Baring his fangs.

    "Holy shit! What the fuck are you?" The guy cried.

    "The last thing you'll ever see." Rafe told him.

    "Fuck! Rafe put him down man.
  I'll take it from here." Marcus said. Grabbing a hold of Rafe's shoulder again.

Rafe turned back to Marcus and hissed, again baring his fangs. This time at one of his closest friend and fellow League enforcer. He tried to shrug Marcus' hand off, but Marc
us came around to his right side and was almost in his face.

    "Marcus, because I consider you one of my closest friends I'm giving you exactly 2 seconds to get your fucking hand off me before I rip it the fuck off."

    "Damn it!" Marcus said. Moving just a step back hoping to calm Rafe down. Marcus activated his com.

    "Ethan, Nate, Michael, get your asses over here ASAP!"

    "On the way man. Be right there." Ethan replied first.

    "Right behind the old man." Nate added.

Marcus knew he wouldn't here a response from Michael. But he was hoping Michael would be there for Rafe like Rafe had always been for Michael.

    "Rafe, you need to take a deep breath and chill the fuck out for me man. This isn't you. So while I'm quite sure this asshole deserves to be put down, you and I both know you can't kill him in here. Not now; and the council needs to judge him before y
ou do anything. And besides, it's just too messy and you know I hate scrapping up brains off the tables."

    "Dude, you gotta do something! He's fucking crazy!" The guy dangling in Rafe's hand whined at Marcus. He almost didn't pay attention to the guy unt
il Marcus really looked at the sack of shit hanging in his friend's hand for the first time. And seeing how white the guy was, and how blue his lips were, he knew this shit was overly serious. Fuck him sideways. To the guy doing the blue man impression he said.

    "You just need to close your fuckin trap and try really hard to act like you
’re already dead. Mm Kay asswipe?"

At that point, sack-o-shit proved how much of a pussy he was... By pissing himself.

    "Really? I am so not cleaning that piss up." Nate said coming up behind them pointing at the now puddle under shitbag. "That's just sad man, way to be fucking cool tough guy." He said as he came around to stand beside Marcus. "So what's up?"

Just then, Ethan came strolling up and had to open his trap.

    "So what kinds of fun have I missed so far kiddies?" Ethan asked clapping his hands and rubbing them together. "Oh I get it, we're playing hang man." He walked over to dead man hanging. "So whose turn is it?" He leaned around the guy and looked from Rafe, to Marcus, to Nate expectantly, then back to each of them again. "Well?"

Leave it to Ethan to think everything's fun and games Rafe thought. Just then, he felt a soft little touch on his left arm. Startled he looked down into the hugest, brightest set
of blue eyes he'd ever seen. His beautiful little spitfire was standing right next to him.
It's about fucking time.
Her small delicate hand was resting on his forearm like she was trying to calm him down. Just then, he realized she was speaking to him.

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