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.Kaiser was the one who found him this morning, so we've spoken with her.She's atough lady," I said.Kinney nodded."Yeah, she is.I'll check on her, see if there's anything I can do for her orthe kids." His head snapped up."The kids didn't& see anything, did they?""No, they were at home at the time of the discovery." I let him process the informationfor a moment, hoping something would occur to him."He mentioned going upstairs last night to one of the semi-private rooms.He sometimeswent up there to inspect new equipment or talk to Master Lacey.Maybe someone up there talkedto him."A new thought occurred to me and I scooted forward on my chair a little."Tell me, howdoes one learn Dominant techniques?"A rueful smile touched Kinney's lips."There are a few ways, and it depends on thepersonality.Some will submit to a trained Dom, learn how it feels to be on the receiving end ofwhatever instrument they wish to learn.Some develop a mentor-apprentice relationship with anexperienced Dom, and they'll share the same sub who will later give feedback.Some do neither, and land with a sub who matches their experience level and they grow together over time.Thereare munches, workshops, demonstrations all over the country, too.Depends on the personality.""What's a munch?" Trent asked."Casual meet-up.Rarely any special attire or play of any kind.It's like the BDSM versionof happy hour.We get together at a restaurant or bar and talk, meet new people, answerquestions the newbies might have.Informal and low-pressure.""Is it possible George was approached by an untrained Dom wishing to learn from him?Would George still take his usual safety precautions?" I questioned.Kinney considered this for a moment."I honestly don't know.It's entirely possible, butI've never seen George train a Dom, so I don't know how he would react to such a proposal.Hemight have refused outright if it wasn't his thing.He liked to help people, though."I stood, pulling a card from my pocket and setting it on the small table beside the couch."Thank you, Mr.Kinney.If you think of anything else, please call.We'll be in touch." Trent andI left the backstage area through the door we'd come through, emerging behind the DJ booth.There was a new couple on stage, and I stared for a moment at the woman bent over a benchwith her hands clenching and unclenching at every blow of a paddle her Master wielded.Thecrowd counted out the number of spanks as the woman writhed and moaned.She must have hada microphone near her face because the sounds she made were amplified throughout the club.Iturned away and headed for the stairs along the wall to our left, shifting uncomfortably in mypants.It was a bit of work ignoring Trent's smirk."Sure you don't want to volunteer? You look interested," he chided from behind me."Fuck off," I threw back over my shoulder, dodging a few dancers on the steps andcatwalk surrounding the room."C'mon, Gavin," Trent teased."You're getting a lot of attention here with your pretty boylooks.From the guys, too.Seems your stunning blue eyes and that calculated stubble thing youhave going on is popular."The heat rising from my neck to my face had me thankful to reach the beginning of thered hallway so the coloring was well hidden."Trent," I warned.I knew people considered meattractive, and sometimes I used it to my advantage when questioning witnesses, letting myunusually bright blue eyes that contrasted sharply with my light brown hair capture their attention, or using my sincere smile and dimples to put them at ease.But to hear Trent make ajoke of it set a worm of discomfort wiggling in my belly."What?" he laughed, backing down."All right, I'll leave you alone.You've had a hardday.Probably can't wait to get home and spread out, relax, take a long shower.Release sometension.""You need the smartass beaten out of you," I snapped."That can be arranged, boys." The purr of a woman clad in a red bustier and shiny vinylpants licked up my spine and curled in my gut as I turned, startled by the proximity of animposing woman of about five feet eight with the three-inch heels she wore.Her platinum blondehair was cut in a sleek bob, and her shadowed eyes and deep red lips gave her a porcelainappearance, but it wasn't the outfit or makeup that made her intimidating.It was her confidence,showcased by impeccable posture and a knowing expression.She smiled warmly."Would youcare for a private or semi-private space to beat his disrespect out?" It was said as if the phrasewas an everyday request do you want your chicken grilled or crispy? Would you care for somecoffee? Have you seen my shoes? In no way should asking me if I wanted to beat my partnerprivately or in front of an audience sound so mundane.It was all I could do to keep fromspluttering in my hurry to assure the woman that no, we were not up there to& partake."Detective DeGrassi, St.Louis County homicide." I held up my badge.It had the desiredeffect, and she straightened her already ramrod posture."This is my partner, Detective Sawyer.Can you tell us where we might find Master Lacey?""My apologies, Detective.I'm Master Lacey.What can I do for you?" While sheremained friendly, the playful air had disappeared."Last night, George Kaiser was up here for a while," I began.Master Lacey nodded,ignoring the sounds coming from some of the rooms behind her.A loud exclamation of "Please,Sir! Please, may I come?" interrupted my train of thought."Lacey, could we possibly go to one of those private rooms you mentioned?" Trentasked.Master Lacey appeared to consider the request and then shook her head."Sorry, guys.Nocan do.I need to be available in case anyone runs into trouble.I assure you whatever we discusswill not leave this hallway, if that's what you're concerned about.The offer of a private room wasfor the two of you only." I cleared my throat."We only need a few minutes of your time.""My time is yours, gentlemen, but my presence out here is required.Rules of the house."We were getting nowhere, and the sounds around us were distracting.We'd have to makethis fast."Okay, I can appreciate your point.Perhaps, at the other end of the hallway, though?Where those doors are closed, and less& likely to interrupt the conversation?""Certainly, Detective."We followed Master Lacey toward the opposite end of the corridor, and I did my best tokeep my eyes straight.Trent, however, gawked openly.By the third door which was less of adoor and more of an open archway to an airy alcove, presumably one of the semi-private rooms he elbowed me to look at a young man tied to a bench on his back with his arms trailing to thefloor and his ankles shackled to his wrists.He wore a decorative mask reminiscent of ThePhantom of the Opera and his erect penis was angry red from the leather strip wrapped around it.The lighting in each room was stark white, and the reddened skin of the submissive's chest stoodout like zebra stripes from an apparent whipping.His Dom knelt beside the bench, hands shinyand slick and he stroked the bound man's erection excruciatingly slow for the titillation of threeother people in the room watching, one of whom held a video camera."Such a beautiful boy for me," the Dom said affectionately."Mine to play with, to dowith what I want, to watch you writhe and beg to come.How long has it been?"The man with the video camera answered, "I believe two hours of edging, Sir.""Close to running out of tape, boy.Lucky for you.It's too bad we're not at home, in ourspace.Could go for hours yet." The Dom's hands moved slightly faster and his boy flexed hisentire body, crying out for release
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