Damn, the sooner this meeting was over the better.
He tugged her through a series of concrete tunnels until they approached a large steel door guarded by two big men, Jorge and Louis. They both looked Laurel over then smiled at her in unison. Alejandro yanked at the door and loud heavy metal music greeted them.
Whips and paddles decorated one wall. A leather masked man named Fernando, sat spanking a woman on his lap. The dance floor held many people in states of undress grinding against one another. Some were in leather and chains, some in khakis and polos. Some people had their sexual body parts exposed and painted. One corner held a pillowed harem style platform with women draped over the laps of the most influential men in Madrid. And in another corner the pool tables sat innocently enough but for the man who ran his hands up the lady in a mini leather skirt much like the one Laurel wore as he showed her how to use the cue stick.
“You come here often?” She edged backward, eyes wide and for the first time uncertainty played over her delicate face.
“No. One of my biggest clients is in the harem corner and he has some buyers with him. I’m hoping to sell out of my canvases and start a new venture.”
“You want to what?” She tugged at his hand. “You want out?”
“I don’t know. But right now, I want something else.” He wanted her, needed to paint them entwined. Was that possible after a single one night of great sex? Hell. “Come on, I’ll make it worth your while.”
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