Act 5: The Meeting

He walked into the club and looked around for his usual sub, Marley. He didn’t spot her, so he headed over to his VIP section and called a server over. She was a perky blonde, wearing a tight latex dress with heels to match. She was walking around with a collar around her neck.

He knew most men loved this blonde, but she didn’t interest him. “Sir,” she says while kneeling down in front of him with her head down. He tilted her chin up to look at her and gave her a look he knew she would feel in her core.

“Kim,” he dragged out her name and caught the blush on her cheeks. “Whiskey, please.” Holding out his hand for her to take, he pulled her onto her feet and cocked his head towards the bar. “When Marley comes in, tell her I’m waiting.”

“Yes, sir.” The server, Kim, answered and was about to walk away when he called her back.

“Why are you wearing a collar, love?” He asked her. The last time he saw her, she was working the rooms. “Did something happen?”

She flushed and her fingers trembled as she looked up at him, “Yes, sir. My usual appointment seemed to have taken a liking to me. He spoke to Ross and asked him if I can work the floor and stage instead of the rooms. He needed me to be available for him at all times. He collared me two weeks ago.” She touched the collar with trembling fingers and winced.

This made Kieran’s blood boil. These women were here for entertainment purposes, not to be bullied or abused if they did not give someone permission to. He wondered if the fucker forced her into it.

“And how do you feel about it?” He asked her and she blanched, terrified. This was all he needed to know. “I’ll take care of it. Take that collar off and give it here.” He spat out and cocked his head towards the bar. “Get my whiskey and call Ross over here, please.”

“Yes, sir.” She replies and unclasps the collar from her neck, wincing again before handing it over to him with a tremble to her fingers. This girl was scared, and Ross allowed an asshole to collar her. Who knew what the fuck the bastard did to her in those rooms.

“Thank you, sir.” She finished with a bow of her head before turning to leave. He turned the collar over in his hands and noted the thin spikes on the inside. Anger bubbled up inside of his chest.

Even though this was a BDSM strip club with installed private rooms, the ladies working here were here of their own volition. He had them checked out every month, there was always a doctor on-site if needed, he offered rides home and paid them well.

He would not stand for anyone mistreating one of his ladies.

Ross sauntered over to him, “Yes, boss?” He asked as he came to a stop in front of Kieran. He looked up at the man he put in charge of the women and pointed to the seat next to him.

“Sit.” He commanded and Ross did as he was told. Good dog.

Picking up the collar, he threw it over to him. “Who the fuck put this on Kim?” He asked and Ross looked at the collar with a frown.

“Vincent Andretti, he came to me about two weeks ago and asked to take her out of the rooms because he had claimed her,” Ross answered and Kieran tried to keep himself calm. He sat forward and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t run a fucking dating service here, Ross. He forcefully put this collar onto Kim. She submitted out of fear. Why was she not consulted?”

Ross’s eyes grew wide as he stumbled over his next few words. “I thought she was fine with it, boss. I mean, I thought you would be fine with it too. It’s Vincent Andretti-”

“Vincent Andretti has no power in Hell’s Kitchen. He’s a nobody as far as I am concerned. Turn that collar over.” He interjected and commanded. Ross turned it over and his mouth opens in a stupid gasp. Just then Kim walked over and handed Kieran his whiskey.

“Thanks, darlin’,” He said and gripped Kim’s wrist, pulling her gently into his lap. “Now Ross. I put you in charge of my ladies. Trusted you with them. Only to find out you’re giving them away without consulting them or me. So, I think the perfect punishment is for you to wear that collar and be a bitch for a little while.” He stroked Kim’s hair, “Not that I think you’re a bitch, love. Kim here was Vincent’s collared plaything for,” he turns to Kim, “How long?”

“Two weeks.”

Kieran’s skin crawled, “Two weeks. So you will wear that thing, on its tightest, for two months.” He finished, taking in the manager’s shocked expression. “But, boss-”

“Wanna make it four, Ross?”

Ross shook his head and Kieran took the collar in his hand, handing it over to Kim. “Be a doll and put that on him.” He said while pushing her gently off him. Her eyes widened, but she stepped behind Ross and slid the collar around his neck.

Kieran shook his head, “Slide your finger between his skin and the collar. If there is play, tighten it.”

“Boss, is this necessary?” Ross asked, fear laced in his tone. Kieran looked at him and scoffed,

“Is this necessary? I told these ladies I would protect them, and here you come along shattering their trust in me. So yes, this is absolutely necessary. Tighter, Kim.” He commanded and Kim nodded, tightening the collar.

Ross cried out, much to Kieran’s amusement. “Good girl. Now run along.” He finished dismissing her. Ross shot Kim a glare, “Easy now, Ross. She only did as she was instructed. If I hear you're giving her a hard time, I might just turn this club unisex and you'll be on the menu.” Kieran commented sipping his whiskey and taking in Ross's expression of horror.

“I do not want shit like this in my club again, Ross. Anyone wants a girl to keep, they can go buy a whore outside. These ladies are under my protection. They’re mine.” He was already seething from the botched torture session and scene at the docks. He did not need to still deal with this shit.

Movement at the door caught Kieran’s attention.

A curvy redhead walked in, her body tense and awkward. She looked around the club and her eyes skimmed over the VIP section, not seeing Kieran. He gestured towards the redhead, “I think we might have a new employee.” He said, and Ross got up to leave.

He watched the exchange from his vantage point.

Ross flashed his million-dollar smile, and the redhead introduced herself with an outstretched hand. He took it and gave it a kiss on the back. Kieran didn’t know why, but he felt a pang of jealousy at the exchange. They spoke for a while, then the redhead flashed Ross a smile that made even his heart melt. What the fuck.

Ross looked his way, and he cocked his head to the VIP section. The two of them walked over to where Kieran was seated and he took a swig of his whiskey. “Boss, we have a potential new dancer.” He said and Kieran let his eyes travel up her body.

Curves where there should be, an ample chest size and legs that went on for days. She would be a perfect addition to his club. Their eyes met, and he saw her suck in a breath. She had the most gorgeous eye color he had ever seen. Sea Green, which paired perfectly with her fiery red hair and fair skin.

Pinning her with his gaze, “What might your name be, love?” He asked, not breaking his stare. She walked towards him, arm outstretched. “Devyn, sir.” Kieran grinned at her ‘sir’ and took her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist.

“Have you worked a pole before, Devyn?” he asked and she shook her head. “Not at all, sir. But I love to dance. My roommate, Clarissa works here and recommended that I apply for a position.”

She was an honest person, even if it might not get her the job. Good, he liked that. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the dirty blonde hair out of the corner of his eye as Marley sauntered in. He gestured for her to come over with the crook of his finger. She grinned when she saw him, wiggling her hips as she walked.

“And you know what happens in the other rooms, don’t you, Devyn?” He asked, looking at Marley and gesturing to his cock. She obeyed and got down on her knees in front of him, unzipping his jeans. The redhead had made his cock hard already.

Devyn’s eyes widened at what was happening between him and the girl on her knees, but she maintained eye contact with Kieran.

“Yes, sir. I am quite aware. But that’s not what I’m interested in.” She responded with a crinkle to her nose. Kieran laughed.

“Are you sure? A lot of money to be made in the rooms.” He said, fisting a hand in Marley’s hair and pushing down, causing her to gag. Devyn shook her head and smiled.

“I am only here to dance, sir. I have a boyfriend, and I would never allow another man to touch me like that. No matter what the cost might be.” She said, still staring at him. Kieran felt a sudden fury in his chest. She was taken, but she was not his.

“Very well, you can start tonight at 8 pm.”

Her eyes widened again, and she flashed him a smile, one that completely changed her face. “Thank you so much, sir!” She exclaimed, and he returned her smile. “No problem, love. Ross, get her contract ready for when she comes onto shift.” He then turned to Devyn, “And you, Devyn, I will see tonight.” He finished and lifted Marley’s head up. “Room,” he demanded, and she nods, putting his cock back in his pants.

Devyn thanks him again and walks away with Ross. Kieran wondered why this redhead had such an effect on him, then followed his sub into their private room.

He knew his thoughts would only be on Devyn and her body.