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“Are you sure this is the right place?” Samuel questions from the concealment of the backseat as we pull to a stop before an office building.
Pulling out my phone, I send a text.
Here.
MADAME
22nd floor.
“Wish me luck,” I grab my things from the passenger seat. Dialing Samuel’s number, I slip my phone into the breast pocket of my jacket.
As much as he’s dying to, Samuel can’t come inside. Madame, her men, and several of her women know his face. But he’s adamant that he knows what is happening while I am inside.
Walking into the building, I mumble to Samuel, “And if I end up fucking dead, kid...”
I pass reception, head to the elevator bank and press the call button. It comes promptly, and I push the button for the twenty-second floor.
“Mr. Parker,” a slightly older, yet very attractive, woman greets me when the elevator doors ding open. “I have a few ladies for you to meet.”
“Perfect,” I respond as we make our way down the hall. “I’m looking for a woman that can handle my…um…interests.”
“And those would be?”
“Pain.”
Not having to lie makes this really fucking easy.
“Giving or receiving?” she asks.
“Definitely giving,” I emphasize as she pushes open the door to our left.
“The ladies.” She gestures to the wall of gorgeous women dressed in designer lingerie.
“Hmmm,” I say as I walk around the room.
Fuck, I would eagerly take most of them home.
At least one of them would make a good little pain slut for me.
“They are all quite magnificent,” I turn back to Madame, “but my acquaintance had a blonde that, from his account of their interactions, I can only imagine would be exactly what I’m looking for.”
“I’m sorry,” she draws out her faux apology, “but Cora isn’t available right now.”
“Cora, yes.” I play ignorant. “That was her name. What would it cost for her to be available?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Parker. She’s going to be unavailable for at least a week or two. I’m sure one of these other girls would more than meet your needs.”
“Maybe this will cover it?” I pull a matte-black USB drive from my pocket.
“And what the is that?”
“Senator Harrison. Governor Kendrick. Congressman Covington.” I place it on the table before me. “Need I go on? The men and women on here might be very interested to know that the woman they trust with their entertainment is building quite a collection of blackmail.”
She swipes the drive from the table and lets out a rattled heavy breath.
“Powerful fucking men and women who would more than happily wipe you from existence to protect themselves,” I continue. “And before you start getting any grandiose ideas, I have some fucking powerful friends in very influential places who have copies.”
“What do you want?” she curtly asks.
