Raven opened his laptop on his normal Friday morning table after checking that its surface had been wiped free of spills and crumbs. He was glad of the quiet moment - it had been a chaotic week of packing up Vixen’s apartment. They had hired a moving truck and moved the furniture out themselves, a b-tch of a job, but they had not wanted any trail that someone could follow to the office building, so had decided that it was better not to hire removalists and keep the move off record. They had also hired an architect to begin putting together plans for the band’s apartments in the building, and the smaller ones that they would lease out to others. There were eighteen floors, plus the basement level in which the sex club was located, so the building would eventually be a good income for them, though, from what Gregory had left Vixen, they probably wouldn’t need it. It had been fun and interesting to explore the building and basement with Vixen and Shadow, to spend an evening drinking ch
Vixen stacked her boxes against the wall in the new apartment. Office. Apartment. Whatever. She was relatively sure that Thomas did not know about this building, as his sexuality had been Gregory’s closely held secret. She knew that Gregory had made Andrew make the purchase disappear off the books. The accountant had been very helpful from his sandy, sunny, retirement. And that was all that mattered. That she and her boy toys would be safe. “Alright?” Shadow paused by her, carrying a box. He had taken off his shirt, pushing it into his waistband, and his face was sweaty, his arms and chest dirty as the dust from the boxes mixed with his sweat, leaving behind streaks. She smiled at him with false brightness. “Fine.” He was still worried about her. She had made choices that she did not regret, but they had come with a cost, and she had paid it. Broken boy toys, she thought, and a broken Domme. But she was a Fixer, and she would f-king fix herself, along with her boys. She saw the
“I would do him,” Shadow decided.They both watched the black-haired PI drinking his coffee at a table on the other side of the room.The PI was hot, Vixen agreed as she stirred her ice coffee with a spoon.Whilst not as big physically as Shadow, who could have easily played football like his former-pro father but preferred the drums, and who often had to duck his head in doorways, the PI was still a large man, around six-foot, built lean, though his shoulders filled the leather jacket nicely, and she would bet he had nice arms – a man did not get that V shape without working out.He had a fine arse on him too, displayed nicely by his habitual jeans, as both she and Shadow had reason to observe in tailing the man around over the last couple of weeks.Ten am, Fridays, coffee, black, and half an hour on his laptop in the café, same table if he could get it, facing out towards the windows. Between ten fifteen and ten twenty, depending on whether she was behind, his mother would walk by.
Gregory Holmsworth’s country house was set behind a very serious f–k off fence, topped with spikes, and guarded by a security team twenty-four seven. Once admitted past the gates, the drive stretched forever through tree-filled gardens, until suddenly the house appeared through the greenery.It was a very serious looking house, as if Gregory had instructed the architect to make it look like something from a gothic horror film. Beautiful, but forbidding, with a hint that entry did not come with any guarantee of exit.Vixen was not a delicate flower, and in her twenty-six years of life, she had learnt that there were some people that just had decayed souls, and that the law only went so far towards controlling them, but Gregory was a good guy, for all his shady side. She trusted her sense of people, it was what made her a good Domme, and had never led her astray.She parked the Ferrari neatly between a Maserati and a Porsche. Nice, she thought, wishing she could take a snap for her soci
Raven regarded the office building from the bus stop across the road. Night had set in, and the streets were busy in the pleasant weather. Friday night, ten pm, everyone had finished dinner and were out for a night of drinking and dancing in their sexiest best wear. Except him, he thought ruefully. And, presumably, Vixen.The foyer of the building was lit, the sort of after-hours lighting designed to discourage vandalism or break ins, but the rest of the building was dark. Not a single light on. No late-night workers, no night shifts, no dedicated, trying to earn a promotion, die-hard showing their determination at their work desk after everyone else went home. No sign of espionage.There was a steady stream of cars into the underground carpark, however, and every now and again, people would approach the side door tucked into the pedestrian-only alley between skyscrapers. Usually in one, or twos, they rang a bell, and there was a pause, before the door was opened to admit them.Raven
It would be very unwise, Raven thought, to get into a car with this woman. She had some part in Gregory Holmsworth’s business, a business which had some very dangerous elements and connections. Even if her role in the business was legit, her association with Gregory, and Raven’s job as a PI, meant that the two of them arranging to meet placed them both in danger should he learn of it.Vice and Victor were counting on him, and he had never taken on a job that he had not seen through to completion. He had his professional pride, damn it.“F-k it.” Raven was sure that he was going to die, but he had a feeling that he would not mind when it happened. He opened the door and slid in. The seats were form fitting and threaded with red. As she started the engine, the sound system roared out, and he recognised the song as one of Mirage’s man hating anthems. He wondered if that was on purpose.He still could not believe that Vice and Victor had gone there. Sure, Mirage was sizzling hot, and had
“There are a hundred things I could do,” Raven said as he turned the car’s ignition. “To attract attention as I drive. Hazard lights, erratic driving, breaking suddenly… A police car pulls by, and suddenly you and Shadow back there are under arrest for kidnapping me.”“Yeah,” she grinned. “But you are not going to do that, are you, Raven?”No, he agreed ruefully, he wasn’t going to do that. He wanted to see what she would do next. He wanted her to do him again.“Where are we going?” He asked.“Your place,” she grinned at him.“Alright,” he had a moment where he found himself regretting not making the bed that morning. He was being kidnapped, he reminded himself, not bringing a date back to his place for a bit of a tumble. But, man, he hoped there was a tumble involved. “Is this another audition?”Shadow chuckled.Vixen licked her lips and smirked, reaching over into his lap, her nails rasping the knap of his jeans as she stroked up the inside of his thigh. “Someone is hopeful.”“F-k,”
He woke wrapped around her. She was all soft curves and skin against his and, damn, if he didn’t want to f–k her again. The bedroom door was open, and he could hear the TV. A game, he thought. The suspicion was confirmed when he heard Shadow’s voice raised in complaint: “No, what the f–k are you doing, Nate?”“He missed the game on the weekend,” Vixen murmured surprising him. He wondered how she had know he was awake. Had she been awake whilst he slept? He flushed, but there was a pleasure with the embarrassment, that she would lay awake and let him sleep holding her. “And he is watching a replay. He already knows the results, so you would think that he would be a little less surprised.”“Do you ever just do vanilla?” He wondered. The mask had slipped off in his little nap and was around his neck. He pulled it off and discarded it.She produced a condom from her bra. “Try me, stud.”“I prefer bareback,” he complained as he tore the packaging open and rolled the condom down himself.“W