Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (5 page)

Just before : p.m. Christian walked out onto the pavement in front of the restaurant. Kathy was powdering her nose before going to the party. Steve and Daniel were fighting over who was paying what on the bill. The street was certainly livening up now. People were heading to the bars after dinner, businessmen were wandering in and out of the strip clubs, and there seemed to be a friendly buzz on the street.

As Christian looked around, his eyes came to rest on a woman sitting at the café across the road. She was a vision. Dark curls of hair drifted down her back, her hair shimmered in the lights, and jewellery glistened on her pale skin. Her black dress stretched firmly over her ample bust as she relaxed back in her seat, talking to the waiter clearing a table next to her. Christian could see a hint of red lace at the hemline of her dress, teasing him to look at her stocking-covered thigh before proceeding to the shiny, black boots that sat just below her knee.

Now that’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen so far tonight.
As he watched her sip her cup of coffee, Christian heard a voice call his name, and three friends on their way to Daniel’s welcome home party approached him. It wasn’t long before Kathy, Steve, and Daniel emerged from the restaurant to join the small group now gathered on the sidewalk. However, Christian didn’t take his eyes off the beauty he had found across the road for fear she was only a vision who would simply disappear if he turned away.

“Christian, are you with us?” He heard Steve’s voice and turned briefly to see his friend take Kathy by the arm and begin to walk off down the street.

“Yep,” Christian answered vacantly.

“Oh, he’s looking at the most beautiful woman in the world.” Christian turned to look at the girl who had spoken. He didn’t like the hint of sarcasm in her tone. “We had dinner over there. The reservation sign on the table said ‘reserved for the most beautiful woman in the world.’ Then she showed up.”

As their friends wandered away, following Steve and Kathy in the direction of The Dungeon, Daniel walked over and stood next to Christian. “Well, the reservation sign didn’t appear to lie,” he said quietly. “But, as much as I hate to say it, we need to go.”

“Let’s go over and invite her,” Christian said. “She looks like she’s on her own.”

The words had no sooner exited Christian’s mouth when a café worker walked over, kissed her on the head, and sat down on the opposite side of the table. As her face lit up with delight, Christian’s heart sank.

“Maybe not,” Daniel said. “Come on, we have a party to get to.”

The Dungeon was quite full when they arrived. Christian and Daniel were greeted warmly by three burly bouncers, who stood guarding the door before being directed upstairs to the Club room. The bouncers not only ensured numbers within the club never exceeded the registered fire code limit, but they also ensured that only the appropriately dressed were allowed to enter. Being an exclusive BDSM club and one of the oldest in the city, the management of The Dungeon had a strict dress and behaviour code for the venue. Patrons were asked to dress in Fetish-style clothing, leather or black evening attire only. Some seminudity was permitted but only within the club, not upon entry. The nudity usually only entailed the baring of breasts or a submissive bottom for spanking or caning. This was not a venue for people to just come and gawk. The owners were very strict about the club not turning into a circus event for curious outsiders. Non-Fetish patrons were restricted, only allowed in if they accompanied someone from the Kink community and complied with the dress code. The club had been specifically designed for those living a BDSM, Kink, or Fetish lifestyle. It was a place where you could go and be yourself, a bit of a haven from the wider vanilla community. At The Dungeon, outside judgements were left at the door.

The club had originally been an old, rambling home that sat on the outskirts of the city. However, with urban sprawl and expansion, the premises were now located in the centre of the red-light district. The owner had purchased the home many years ago and had renovated it magnificently. The main downstairs area housed a huge bar, a dance floor, and live performance areas. Open cubicles lined the side walls with areas for public play such as floggings or caning. A stream of naughty subs was disciplined in these areas throughout an evening. An ornate stairwell took patrons upstairs to the Private Club Room, which had an overview of the activities in the club’s public area through a soundproof glass wall which ran along the length of the room. Private play rooms for patrons not wanting to show off their skills to everyone were also located on the second floor, as was the Sub Drop Bar. The Drop Bar, as it was more commonly called, was a quiet area for patrons to escape the hustle of downstairs. Soft music and a subdued atmosphere allowed people to get to know each other without having to scream to be heard. The city lights, visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the lounge and from the veranda area, added to the quiet and relaxed atmosphere.

Daniel and Christian headed toward the stairs with their friends, checking out what the night had brought out in the way of lovely subs. Corseted beauties wandered around, showing as much flesh as the dress code allowed. The music was already pumping, and the dance floor was full. A large crowd mingled around the bar, and patrons were taking their seats, ready for one of the first live performances of the evening.

“Have you seen anything that interests you so far tonight, brother?” Daniel asked as they walked up the stairs.

“Yes, actually I did, but you made me leave her sitting at the café around the corner.” Christian smiled at his brother. “What about you, anyone stirred your loins?”

“Yes, but I left her sitting at the café around the corner.” Daniel laughed.

As both men entered the club room, its occupants erupted with cheers and calls of “Welcome home.” Kathy, Steve, and Christian had managed to gather around fifty guests.

Daniel was sure he wouldn’t know half of the people there. After all, it had been five years, and he was never really the social one. Christian took that role. Still, there were some familiar faces. Debbie and her sub, Chrissie, were nurses from the hospital, as were Stephan and Mark. All four had been in the scene for many years and had joined the health service around the same time Daniel had taken up his initial position at the hospital. Daniel found that having colleagues at work that understood and accepted his Dominance was a bonus. Like-minded people tended to get a job done much more efficiently than those who had nothing in common. Bruce and Dean were also there. They had gone to university together and still kept in touch with Daniel and Christian. Both men had very young women accompany them. Daniel wondered if both girls were more than twenty years old, and he knew both men were double that in age. He never understood the Dom who went for the young subs. Daniel saw the whole
this sub could be my daughter
scenario as a reflection of insecurity in the Dominant who sought them out. To Daniel’s mind, maturity offered a submissive woman great benefits. They were usually levelheaded, experienced in both life and sexual practice. Most importantly, they had made a conscious decision in regard to the role they played in the D/s relationship. Daniel preferred substance over flash and giggle any day.

There were friends from the old days of the club, people that had played a major role in the brothers’ social life when they lived in the inner city. Quite a few new faces scattered the crowd, and as Daniel soon discovered, these unknown faces were the new Doms or subs of the invited guests. He was reassured to know it wasn’t just Christian and himself that found it difficult to find their elusive mate. Although he suspected their perfect love may still be drinking coffee at the café around the corner with another man. Daniel frowned at the thought of her with someone else. He wondered whether Christian was still thinking about the woman and if the fact she was with the waiter bothered his brother as much as it was bothering him.

Daniel was pleased that the party was a big hit. Instead of the dance music that pumped downstairs, Steve had ensured all the classic rock songs that he and the brothers had grown up listening to were played. There was an abundance of alcohol and nibbles served on large silver trays by staff in skimpy butler and French maid outfits. The conversation in the room never dulled, with no awkward silences indicating people were just waiting to leave. And for a change, the alcohol didn’t seem to be making anyone disagreeable, forcing people into those unpleasant altercations that ended in regret the next day. After all, a room full of Doms without alcohol could turn into a brawl. Daniel knew that all too well. His friend Steve used to be one of the Doms that often started the brawls, but now that Steve had Kathy in his life he had become a little more subdued. Kathy had done a wonderful job organising things. She had even included some of her single submissive friends on the invitation list just in case. Unfortunately, Daniel couldn’t see Kathy’s “in case” plans paying off, and from what Daniel had observed of Christian’s interactions, his brother felt the same.

Deciding to take a break from the many party conversations the room offered, Daniel stood at the window of the Club room, looking down on the ground floor activities. Daniel was a little surprised to see the woman from the café had come to The Dungeon. His interest in her now heightened that she had an obvious link to the BDSM lifestyle. He wondered what the woman’s story was as he watched her sitting and chatting with a dozen lesbian women at a group of tables not far from the bar. Occasionally she would leave them, going skipping down to the dance floor, dancing by herself for short periods. It appeared that the woman only danced until she became annoyed with the attention of hopeful Doms who approached her, at which time she returned to her safe, girly haven near the bar. Daniel laughed as she slammed the platform heel of her boot into the top of one Mr. Hopeful’s foot.

“That’s got to hurt,” Daniel whispered to himself. “Maybe if you hadn’t grabbed her tits as an intro line it could have ended differently.”

Three masculine-looking women intercepted their friend’s retreat from the dance floor, forming a line between her and the now-angry and limping Mr. Hopeful.

“No joy there, mate. Best take the hint and look elsewhere.” Daniel laughed softly to himself, fascinated by the most beautiful woman in the world.

He was so pleased she had come to the club, and it appeared that she was without her man from the café. Daniel wanted to tell Christian she was here but couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her. He could feel his jeans getting tight as his cock bulged inside them. He was entranced. The way she jiggled when she danced was exquisite, her smile was radiant, and he so wanted to hear her laugh as she talked to her friends. He didn’t believe that she was with any of the women in particular. They all seemed to be paired with each other, and she hadn’t been overtly affectionate to any of them. Thinking back to the café, Daniel didn’t believe the man who sat down with her was anything more than a friend. She interacted with him as she was doing now with this group of women. Daniel was convinced the most beautiful woman in the world was at the club alone, indicating she may actually be single.

The club’s manager walked over to the group of women and handed one of them a key. Daniel assumed they had booked a private room that was now ready to be used. As the group stood, ready to leave the table, he saw her kiss a few of them on the cheek and shake her head, indicating she was not joining them. She glanced at her watch before heading to the bar. She spoke to the bartender, who walked to the intercom behind the bar before returning to her with a note. He watched as the bartender poured spirits into a glass, dashed it with soda, and handed it to her.

“You know if she decided to play with us you will have to share.” Christian’s voice surprised Daniel. “How long has she been here?”

“I’ve been watching her a while. I think she is alone,” Daniel replied.

“Well, now that her lesbian friends have left, she is,” Christian responded.

As both men stared down, watching her standing near the bar, she glanced up and smiled.

“We’re busted.” Christian smiled back at her.

The woman averted her eyes for a second then looked back up and gave them a seductive look. They watched as she ran the tips of her fingers up and down the straw in her drink a few times before placing her plump lips at its tip and giving it a cheeky lick. Enclosing her mouth over the end, she began sucking the drink through the straw. As she continued to look at them through upturned eyes, the brothers let out an audible groan. Once she removed her lips from the straw, she licked its tip once again before taking a finger and gently wiping the corner of her mouth. Neither man moved as she placed the nearly finished drink on the bar. She smiled at the brothers and laughed. As she walked away, she waved up at them before blowing a cheeky kiss.