*****

r u free tonight?

yes am free. wot u want 2 do?

pick u up from work. u want to go to ur club?

wud be nice if u r sure?

am sure xxx

gr8 6 pm?

yes c u @ 6 xx

Humming to myself at my desk, I try to resist the warmth pooling in my core at the thought of an evening with Ryan, and especially in the heady environment of the Club. I need to keep a clear head while I am working. I’ll not be thanked for directing visitors or goods to the wrong destinations or mis-spelling names on badges. The work isn’t difficult, but it does need to be done right.

At five to six, Ryan walks in. As he strolls across to me, his gaze sweeps the lobby.

“No-one else here?”

“No, most of them have gone home.”

“Good. I like to get you alone.” He pulls me up into his arms, holding me tight as he kisses me. “How long before you can finish?”

“Only a few minutes.”

“Mmmm, good.” He nuzzles into my neck. “You smell as though you want to be fucked.”

And my pussy floods.

dropping my face into his

says, concern on his face. “Have I said something

collected, and then you come along, and I

just wait over there to drink mine, shall I?” He head-points towards the waiting area. “Then you can stay nicely

think you’d

towards the coffee machine and all but walks

God. I didn’t hear

looking down at me with that slant-eyed glance of his, but

have heard every

his molten chocolate tones. “Do I gather that you are going off-shift

In about ten minutes. Is there something

like a word sometime.” He sees the look on my face. “Don’t panic. You’re not in any trouble. I only wanted to thank you for your help this afternoon. You did exactly

could help,

from his seat, concern in his voice. “Are you alright, Kirstie? Has

you about it. There was…. er…. an incident here earlier today. Ryan,

at my choker, then back at Ryan. It is perfectly obvious

Ryan.” He holds out his hands to

hope I’m not getting Kirstie into any trouble with you

as she does her job properly, I have no complaints. And today she did her job very well. I am in any case, only

in to explain. “Mr Alexanders is the Technical and Works Director of the

Ryan’s brows arch. “Perhaps I could give you my card? I supply

the card.

the director

about installation, commissioning, servicing

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