Quizzical expressions came across their faces and four sets of hands immediately went for their jacket pockets.
The Middle Eastern man frowned ferociously. “You bastard.” His expression cleared, his dark eyes rolling. “Ah. Very effective. Could I have my wallet back now?”
Sean stepped forward, placing the wallets back on the table. “Of course, gentlemen. I promise this was for show only.”
“Show?” Chazz was getting red in the face as he looked through his wallet.
Idiot. Alex placed a hand on Eve’s ass, loving the connection even as he stared down a group of hostiles, Chazz included. The terrorist group seemed to have caught on. They were talking quietly amongst themselves.
“Yeah, boss,” Jesse said with a nod, proving he was smarter than Chazz. “You know. It’s what you planned all along. You were going to show our guests the power of having a nightly show.”
“Unlike your regular nightclub, at least once or twice a night, all eyes will be on the stage,” Alex explained. “No one will be able to look away.”
One of the South Americans sighed. “I thought this was a stupid idea, but you’re right. We can move most of the product very quietly this way, with almost no prying eyes. We could use the…what did you call the cocktail waitresses?”
“The submissives,” Alex prompted. “The subs would be able to move through the crowd making your nightly drops. The buyers place their orders with the bouncers and pay up front. The subs deliver the packages during the show.”
Chazz nodded as though he’d been in on the idea the whole time. “That way we keep the package and the money separated. And the girls will be trained what to do if they get caught. Master A can make it so they won’t ever give up the operation. Yeah, this was always the plan. My plan. I’m pitching the whole thing to the boss when he comes in. He’s going to love it.”
“The owner of this club is very smart, as you can see.” Alex laid it on thick. The last thing he needed was Chazz to think he was going to try to take credit. “It’s why I decided to throw my lot in with this club. The scene you just saw was just a teaser. I can make the scene last as long as we need. I hope you can see that this is to your advantage.”
“I can certainly see how she’s to my advantage,” Jake said, leering at Eve’s ass.
Maybe Jake was playing his role a little too well. Alex had a sudden need to punch his friend.
Alex untied the ropes that bound her, and Eve slid gracefully to the floor back in slave pose.
“What do you say to your Master, pet?” Alex asked.
“Thank you for the discipline, Master. Your pet is very happy to serve.” Her head was down, her voice a soft monotone, but he caught her lips curling up in a seductive little grin. Her long hair hid it from the others. That grin was meant for him and him alone, and Alex’s cock pulsed in his slacks.
He reached down and grasped her hand. Eve stumbled a little, her knee seeming to go out on her and she fell against his chest. He forced his expression to go dark. “Go sit down. Your lack of grace disappoints me. On your knees by my chair.”
He wanted to lift her in his arms, but everyone was watching. Eve moved to the chair he’d been sitting in and sank to her knees next to it.
Chazz approached, his hand out. “Very nice, Master A. I think that plan went well.”
“Yes, I believe you’ve made your point,” the first gentleman said.
Jake was making his move because Alex had more than one point to make. “I know I’m interested in being involved.”
“Who is that man?” The second gentleman asked, staring at Jake like he was a bug crawling across the floor.
“He’s just a friend. He’s in the security business. I’m always looking for decent bouncers.” Chazz frowned as though he finally realized that bringing his drinking buddy from the night before into a business meeting was a bad idea.
“And I’m always looking for a pretty whore,” Jake said just before he reached down and put a hand on Eve.
Even though they’d planned this, Alex practically saw red. He crossed the space between them in two long strides and then he nearly lifted Jake up by his shirt, his fist coming back and cracking against Jake’s jaw.
One punch. The first one had to be good. The rest were all for show. Alex had Jake on the ground, his fists hitting Jake’s gut lightly, but the sounds Jake made were pure theater. He howled and moaned and pretended to fight back.
Finally, Sean pulled him off Jake, but his point had been made. Everyone was watching him, their eyes moving from his face to the blood on Jake’s.
“You’re a complete psycho,” Jake shouted, rolling away.