boss did bring in women who werenât like the kind they generally used. Hot anticipation flooded Nateâs system as he contemplated that. If that was the case, heâd be in for some fun tonight. These women werenât selected just for individual patrons. They were for the fun and pleasure of all. Nate, being an employee, would have to wait his turn, but that wasnât so bad.
By the time they got to him, the women were so terrified and broken, theyâd do anythingâ¦.
Leaving the public areas, Nate headed for the bossâs office. Even before he reached the door, somebody had opened it for him. He didnât bother glancing at the naked woman who knelt in front of the desk.
As a trusted member of management, Nate was entitled to enjoy some of the pleasures offered to the club members, but not during business hours. His might be an unusual management position, but Nate fancied himself a businessman, and his pleasures didnât happen on the clock.
Well, not usually.
So instead of admiring her kneeling, naked, and bound body, he took the seat across from the boss and waited to be acknowledged.
The boss sat at a table off to the side. Another woman was bent over it, the pale white flesh of her buttocks striped with red welts. The boss was riding her so hard, the table beneath them was shaking. Her eyes were wide over the ball gag, and just as the boss shoved into her one final time, Nate watched her body stiffen and buck with an orgasm.
Under the fine linen of his trousers, Nate was erect, but when the boss pulled away from the woman and gestured towards her, Nate just smiled and shook his head. It wasnât a first-time occurrence. The boss had offered him women in such a manner before and would again. Usually Nate took what was offered, and happily, but not tonight.
If there were going to be games tonight, heâd wait. There was something to be said for anticipation.
A few minutes later, he couldnât help but grin.
Hot damn. There were going to be games.
The boss glanced towards the cameras as Nate explained his concerns about the redhead, but he didnât look at all concerned. âYes, I know who she is. Do you remember the reporter who was nosing around about some former subjects, asking a lot of questions?â
Nate inclined his head. âDidnât we already address that?â
âApparently she didnât take the warning.â
Narrowing his eyes, Nate studied the redhead a little closer. She didnât look anything like the blonde whoâd been nosing around, but if the boss said it was her, then Nate imagined it was. âYouâd think after what happened to her sister, sheâd leave it alone.â
âHmmm. That tactic doesnât always work, Nate. Maybe I should have handled this personally instead of passing it on to William. William gets so enthusiastic. That enthusiasm often overrules his common sense. Itâs entirely possible that killing her sister only pissed her off, and she wonât care what happens to her.â He smiled, and the smile nearly made Nate shiver in reaction. âAt least, she thinks she wonât care.â
âIs there anything I need to do, sir?â
âNo. Sheâll be dealt with tonight, once and for all. Right now thereâs nothing connecting her to us, so we need to take care of the problem immediately.â
Dealt with. Nate didnât let his anticipation show as he asked, âShould I do anything to prepare?â
A cool, emotionless smile curved the bossâs mouth. âNo. The only thing youâll need to do later is clean up.â
Excellent.
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A COLD chill raced down Vaxâs spine, and he straightened in his chair, watching as the man from earlier approached the redhead. She shook her head when he spoke to her, but apparently her opinion wasnât of much concern. A big, hard hand closed around her upper arm, and as she was jerked from the bar, not one person