“You’re not all good either.”
“It’s nothing. He’s taking me on a tour, right.”
“Yes, I’m taking her on a tour.” Pixie gripped the back of her neck, and moved her away from the main bar.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Why don’t we tell anyone again why we’re together?”
She sighed, and turned toward him. “I don’t want people to pity me or change the way they see me because I’m with you.”
He frowned. “You really think the club will give a shit.”
“When you move on, I’m thinking things will be different.”
“What makes you think I’m going to move on?” He was trying to get her pregnant. When she’d started work for James, he’d taken a trip to the pharmacy to pick up a pregnancy when she missed her monthly cycle. She hadn’t long come off her last one, so he had three weeks to get her pregnant—or he had that one time when she’d been too far gone to care.
She tilted her head to the side, and smiled. “I’m not the kind of person to believe that I’m more than enough for you.” She glanced around and touched his face. “I’m happy with what I’ve got.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips, and withdrew. “Now, show me what has everyone in town all ready to gossip.”
Pixie took hold of her hand, and another wave of guilt hit him. He was starting to get annoyed with the constant waves of guilt that were flooding him.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Fine, fine, don’t worry about me.” He took her around the various areas of the clubs, even going to the rooms where some of the club whores liked to strip for some of the locals. He let her know that he hadn’t been to see any of them for a long time. He didn’t need to visit anyone else when he had her.
All he needed was a pole, and some way of encouraging her to strip for him. It was a fantasy he intended to play out together soon enough.
When she’d seen everything he took her toward the back where the playrooms were. “What you’re about to see, you can’t tell anyone.”
“This place is huge.”
“It was a piece of shit when we first came here.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. It took a long time for us to actually get everything ready for when we came to live here.” He remembered the hours he’d spent stripping walls, watching electricians and plumbers working to get the house up to date. It was during that time that he’d hated the thought of settling down. Now, he wouldn’t change it for the world.
“I won’t say anything.”
“Come on,” he said, opening the door. He wasn’t surprised to find Kitty Cat and Caleb in the room. Neither of them was doing much. They hadn’t started a scene yet. Pixie had watched them enough times to know that this was the tension before the storm.
“Is she supposed to be here?” Caleb said.
“I’m allowed to give her the tour, and we won’t disturb you. Promise.”
Caleb glared but didn’t say anything. Taking a seat in a booth, Pixie placed his arm across Suzy’s shoulder, and sat back, watching.
The booths were dark, and Caleb moved up to Kitty Cat, and placed his hand on her back. It was rare for him to actually touch her. Pixie tensed up but was surprised to see the smile on Kitty’s face.
“You want to do this?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.” She frowned.
Pixie knew why she was frowning. Rarely had Caleb approached her like this. He was breaking their ritual.
Caleb nodded. “Show me how much of a good girl you are.”
Without any hesitation, Kitty went to her knees and bowed her head, offering the perfect submission.