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a table in the
corner.
    'What is it?' Antony grinned back at her.
    'This place is so bizarre. Your men. Do you pay them well
for all this?'
    Antony's expression was serious as he answered what had
been a very flippant question.
    'Very well. And they earn every penny, believe me. They
sign a three-month contract during which they must live here,
on the premises. They aren't allowed any sexual contact
outside the club during their three-month shift, nor are they
allowed to take any kind of drugs, or indulge in any kind of
sexual practice between themselves. Anyone who breaks the
rules is out.'
    Maggie was stunned.
    'Presumably they are allowed to enjoy what they do here?'
    'Sure. Some of them sign one contract after another. And
they all have the option to refuse to take part in anything they
don't personally feel comfortable with. We do get some pretty
weird requests at times.'
    'I bet you do! Why so strict though?'
    'My first responsibility is to my clients. All my staff are
screened for disease and for attitude – I won't have any
misogynists here. They all have to be young, fit, committed
and, most importantly, love women.'
    'And Judd,' Maggie glanced over to where he was leaning on
the counter, chatting to the barman, 'does he love women?'
    'Why don't you book him and find out?'
    Maggie glanced at Antony in surprise, unused to such a
suggestion from a man with whom she had just made love.
He was smiling at her and she was sure he could read her
mind. Looking back at Judd she remembered the sight of his
long, hard cock springing from his jeans and, despite her recent
exertions, felt a stirring in her womb.
    'Maybe I will,' she murmured.
    'Good.' Antony was suddenly businesslike. 'Once your application
has been processed, he's all yours.'
    Maggie felt bemused.
    'How long will that take?'
    Antony chuckled and cupped her chin with one hand.
    'Patience is a virtue, darling. Chastity will be good for you
for a few weeks.'
    'A few weeks?'
    Antony laughed at her dismay.
    'You'll be just in time for next month's party night. I'll book
Judd as your escort, if you like.'
    'Party night?'
    'That's right. Next month we have The Body Beautiful to
entertain us.'
    'The Australian glamour act? I thought they were gigging
all over the country?'
    'Sure they are – and the shows are a sell out at every venue.
No one else will be seeing the version they're doing for us
though. Excuse me, Judd's about to go off for the night. I'll catch
him before he goes.'
    Maggie concentrated on her drink, watching through her
lashes as Antony went up and spoke to Judd at the bar. She
felt the heat creeping into her cheeks as both men looked in
her direction and she saw the spark of interest on Judd's
face.
    He nodded several times as he listened to Antony, and Maggie
was glad she could not overhear what was being said about
her. She wasn't sure if she liked the way Antony was smiling
as he came back to her.
    'Well?'
    'It's all fixed. Judd's your man on the twelfth.'
    'Oh. You know, it just occurred to me – Judd and Tina – I
wouldn't want that sort of thing.'
    Antony's eyes gleamed as he regarded her.
    'No? Well, you'll find that Judd will very quickly work out
what it is you do want.'
    He raised an eyebrow at her and raised his glass in a silent
toast before putting it to his lips. Maggie's mouth felt inexplicably
dry and she gulped at her drink.
    'I'd better be going. Will I see you on the twelfth at this
party?'
    'You might.'
    'And Alexander? I . . . I'd rather like to spend some time with
him.'
    Antony was suddenly remote.
    'And you shall, my dear. Count on it.'
    His lips twisted slightly into a smile which seemed to
Maggie to be bitter. She watched as he drained his glass before
saying, 'Well, as I said, I'd better go. It's very late.'
    Antony suddenly reached out and cupped one demurely
covered breast in his hand. He took its weight and seemed to
study it intently, brushing his thumb over its tip and watching
the nipple spring to attention beneath