Jasper's sister is a beautiful woman. She exudes dominance, pure Fem power just in the way she carries herself. Rosalie Hale is tall, curvy, and Amazonian, dressed in sinful red latex that probably takes an entire bottle of baby oil to shimmy into.

"So you're a Pro Domme?" I ask. The scotch they serve here is top shelf, and I know I'm going to regret driving here soon.

"Yes, I am. Bee and I own a business together, and I have to say it's flourished ever since we got started." I smile, happy for the two of them.

"And your partner, is she here tonight as well?"

Rosalie—Lady Viper—shakes her head. "No, she's running a tad late. But I'm sure she'll be here soon." She looks behind me, as if to see if her friend has already arrived before her eyes zone in on me again. "You didn't happen to bring your sub with you, did you?"

I chuckle. "I wish, Rose. Parted ways with her when I moved out here. Haven't had any action in over two weeks now. I swear my palms twitch in my fucking sleep," I joke. Rose laughs. It's genuine and heartfelt, her warm hand on my forearm.

"Christ, how do you guys do that? I swear to god… Bee has the same issue, although she hasn't had her share of cock in a couple of fucking months!"

My eyes widened. "Months?" I gasp. "Wow, that's tough. And that for a professional." I chuckle. "None of her clients call her?"

"No way, that's our policy. No sex with clients, not at all. I don't want the business to get messy. She's Mistress Havoc at work, nothing else. I mean, I'm married, but even if I wasn't, I wouldn't want to complicate things like that."

"You're right, though. That's the way to go in business. Don't shit where you eat, couldn't agree more."

Rosalie excuses herself to go use the restroom, and I indulge in another glass of scotch, trying to mingle with the best kind of people in my new city.

"Masen?" It's a deep, baritone voice that pulls me out of my people-watching stupor. I whip my head in the right direction, spotting his long black ponytail and impeccable black suit.

"Fucking hell, Aro!" I shake my old mentor's hand, a wide grin on both our faces. "You're from Boston? I can't believe it!"

"Born and fucking raised, son. What the hell are you doing here? Ran away from the Big Apple? Last I heard, you were the talk of the town at Pandora's." Ah, my old stomping grounds.

I smile, flattered by Aro's compliment.

"Yeah, Pandora's … Beautiful club. Although I have to say this one is a close second. I could get used to spending my free nights here, for sure,." I say. "New job. Got headhunted to work at Verba Magna, the publishing house?" Aro nods, telling me he's heard of the place. "So, here I am."

"You'll feel right at home. Jasper's a star at making people feel welcome." He pats me on the shoulder just when the lights dim. "Showtime, my friend. Enjoy, his slave's behavior is absolutely perfect." With Aro's words, I focus my attention on the platform, one hand in the front pocket of my soft, denim pants, my cock threatening to get hard as I think about being up on that stage myself…