Talia was in the clubhouse getting ready for a job in Fresno at a BDSM club called The Black Whip. She was wearing a leather bodysuit that had laces crisscrossing over her chest and thigh-high black-heeled boots. Her midnight-blue hair was straightened and she had a bang covering her brows; there was a black lace mask tied around her head. She spritzed herself with perfume and took a look in the mirror, admiring her getup for the night. She grabbed her purse that had a pocket knife, GHB- a sleeping drug- and a compact pistol inside before waltzing into the bar, catching the eyes of the Sons as she came out.

"Who wants to be my bitch for the night?" She asked with a smirk. Tig and Jax stepped forward, but dropped to their knees to crawl to either of her sides like pet cats. She grabbed a handful of Jax's blond locks and pulled his head back to make him look up at her. "You do everything I say or you stay here."

"Jesus, okay." He groaned and she released him. She looked over at Tig and smiled as she gave him a pat on the head.

She told the men to stand and informed the Sons that were staying that they'd be in Fresno for a few hours before she left the clubhouse, heading to her car. The drive was a little over a half-hour and they parked in the lot of The Black Whip. Talia had to go through a vetting process prior to gaining access to the club and she gave the bouncer her invitation. The inside looked like an underground nightclub with its flashing lights and people seductively dancing with various masks on. She told Tig and Jax to blend in and that she'd find them when it was time to leave. Tig took to blending in with the crowd while Jax was keeping close to Talia, seeming to be watching all the things going on around him.

Talia made her way to the bar and ordered her favorite, a Shirley Temple with extra cherries. While the bartender was making her drink, she scanned the crowd for her paycheck: Owen Barnett, a 5'9 brunette with green eyes. It was a little difficult to place any of the faces she saw due to the masks almost everyone was wearing, but she noticed a figure getting tied to a St. Andrews' Cross near the middle of the room that fit the description and kept her eyes on him as she sipped at her drink. The Domme finished securing Owen to the cross and put metal nipple clamps on him before she pulled out a feather and began tickling him until he just about cried, then let him go. Lucky for Talia, he came over to the bar and ordered a drink. While he was watching a gimp be led across the room by its dominant, she slipped the GHB into his Whiskey Sour and watched as he took it back almost like a shot. It would only be a few minutes until the drug took its effect, so Talia followed Owen around the club until he sat down and passed out. She pulled him up and had his arm over her shoulders as she dragged him out of the club and dumped him into the trunk of her car. She went back inside to look for Tig and Jax, finding the Vice President about to go into one of the back rooms with another dominatrix while Tig was about to flog someone with a leather paddle.

They drove back to Charming and when they got to Teller-Morrow Automotive, the boys carried Owen into the garage where Talia securely tied him up for the night. She checked to make sure he was still breathing because she wasn't supposed to kill him and thanked the boys for their help. Before she went to crash at the clubhouse, she put a baby monitor in the garage to keep an ear on Owen throughout the night.

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Talia woke up when she heard someone screaming and she turned down the volume on the baby monitor sitting on the nightstand. She figured Owen was awake and was freaking out in the garage. With a yawn and stretch, she got out of bed and exited the clubhouse, Tig joining her along the way. They went to the garage and he pulled one of the gates up, revealing Owen still bound on the ground as she squirmed in a feeble attempt to get free.

"Good morning, sunshine." She greeted with a smirk, making Owen stop moving to look at she and Tig.

"Who are you? Where am I?" He frantically questioned.

"In a few hours, you'll be on a one-way trip outta California, so play nice and I won't have to cut any of your fingers off." She told him before telling Tig to keep an eye on him while she made a phone call.

Talia phoned her contact and informed them that she had their package ready for shipment. Luckily for her, Damon said that he'd come to the garage to pickup Owen at 2 o'clock, in about 3 hours, that afternoon and to keep him alive until then, that he wanted to have a nice chat with the man before he snapped his neck.

For the next 3 hours, Talia hung out with Tig at the bar and she made him some of her signature drinks to see if he liked them, which he did. Owen would periodically start screaming and Talia would tell him to shut the fuck up over the baby monitor. She had to go into the garage twice to physically silence the man, but after the second time, he seemed to understand that she didn't want to hear a peep out of him.

When 2 o'clock hit, she got a call from Damon and gave him directions to Teller-Morrow Automotive, waiting at the gate for him to arrive. She led him to the garage and an evil smile spawned on Damon's face when he saw Owen bound and ready for transport. Before he could touch the man, Talia reminded Damon about her pay and he counted out her 7 grand, throwing in an extra two stacks due to Owen not having a scratch on him. Owen was begging her not to give him over to Damon and was trying to bribe her with a counteroffer, but she just smiled as she got him into Damon's car and slammed the trunk shut.