Chapter Five
Justice
I own multiple clubs in this city, not just BDSM clubs. I also own upscale nightclubs that I often use for parties and such. Tonight is just a normal night at the club. It’s packed as usual.
I walk through the club, scanning as I go checking for any issues.
“Candy, how’s the bar looking?” I ask as I step up to the bar and smile at her.
“Great. We’ve been busy tonight,” she replies. I nod and continue my stroll through the club toward the back, where the VIP rooms are. I see one of the doors open and step inside to see a group of ladies laughing and holding drinks in their hands.
“Excuse me,” I say as a few of them turn to look at me.
“Yes?” The one in front says as she eyes me up and down.
“Are you ladies on the list for this room?” I ask as I take her in. She’s gorgeous with big green eyes and plump lips that I could picture at the club sucking my cock. Too bad she’s in the wrong club for that.
“We are. Is that a problem?” she snaps at me.
“No problem. I wasn’t aware this room was booked for the evening.”
“Then maybe you should check with the owner before making assumptions.” Her attitude is a turn-on, and I think of ways to punish her for that mouth of hers.
“I am the owner. And as I said, I wasn’t aware the room was booked tonight,” I tell her once more. She shifts from one foot to the other as she looks at me intently.
“Maybe speak to Riley. She’s the one I paid for the room,” she says. I nod and turn on my heel, walking out of the room and down the hall to find Riley. If she booked the room, I need to know about it.
“Riley,” I say when I find her in one of the offices. She raises her head and smiles as I step inside.
“Hey, Justice. How’s your night going?” she asks as she shuffles through some paperwork.
“VIP lounge number three. Did you rent it out tonight?” I ask, not at all interested in the small talk. I just need answers.
“Yes. I did. There’s a group of ladies in there tonight,” she tells me. I sigh.
“A little warning would be nice.” She doesn’t know how to respond, so she doesn’t. Riley stands there with her mouth open, no words coming out.
“I’m sorry,” she says softly. I nod once and turn, heading back out of the room and down the hall to apologize for my mistake. I step into the VIP lounge as the ladies laugh and clear my throat. They all turn this time to look at me.
“I’d like to apologize for the misunderstanding a while ago. Seems my manager didn’t tell me about the room being booked. All your drinks are on me tonight, ladies.” The blonde steps forward, offering her hand, which I take in mine. Something shoots through me at the contact with her.
“That’s very much appreciated,” she says, shaking my hand.
“It was my fault after all,” I tell her before pulling my hand away. She smiles at me before I step back and tell them to enjoy their evening. Then I retreat to the main part of the club and take it all in.
I’ve worked hard for these clubs. Being thirty-three and owning multiple clubs has been a blessing to me. My family has a legacy of clubs. We all own a BDSM club in different states and countries, and we all thrive on owning them.
I walk the perimeter of the club, ensuring everything is running smoothly. People are dancing, and the lights are flickering when I spot her, the woman from the VIP room. She’s out on the dancefloor now, her body moving with every beat of the music. I would give anything to see what’s beneath that dress.
I watch her from afar as she dances with her friend, oblivious that men around her are staring at her. She has that appeal that any man would fall for, including me, yet she’s in the wrong club.
That doesn’t stop me from walking across the floor and stepping up behind her. I let my hands fall to her waist before she whips her head around to look at me.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a slight smile.
“Dancing.”
“I didn’t think the owners actually danced,” she says over the music.