Madam of Maple Court by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

Author:Joan Elizabeth Lloyd [Lloyd, Joan Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-07-05T20:48:30+00:00

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Chapter 13

The two women took a taxi to West Fifty-Fourth Street and climbed out in front of an unassuming four-story brownstone not unlike many others on the block. The only thing that might have distinguished it was an elaborate keypad for what Pam assumed was a state-of-the-art alarm system. She quickly realized that for a brothel, something like that would be imperative. Fortunately Vin had been a bit paranoid and had had a serious system installed in the house at the time it was built. Not only was the house alarmed, but the property was monitored with video cameras and thoroughly protected in other ways as well. Pam had never paid any attention to it, just punched the various controls to set and unset it as a matter of habit.

Pam followed Marcy into a large, comfortable front hallway that branched in several directions. To the right, a living room was low key and tasteful, with comfortable upholstered furniture and a quite unremarkable collection of tables, lamps, and greenery. A big-screen TV dominated one end of the room beside a fully functioning wet bar.

"Were you expecting black leather or a tinkling player piano?" Marcy said with a smile, watching Pam's expression.

"I guess I didn't know what to expect."

"That's the best answer to all of this, I guess. We've redone it several times to make it feel comfortable, welcoming and sort of homey, a place where if something breaks, no one cares. People are nervous enough, especially their first time here, that we didn't want to increase the stress level any more than absolutely necessary."

"Hello," a male voice called from the back of the building.

"Hi, Rock," Marcy said. "I've got a visitor. Come on out and meet her if you've got time."

"Sure. Be right there." The voice was deep, yet not so booming as to be threatening.

When Rock appeared he was wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. He kissed Marcy's cheek, then looked at Pam. "This is my friend Pam," Marcy said. "You've heard me talk about her. Pam, this is Rock."

Rock was immense, an obvious bodybuilder, with heavily muscled arms, shoulders and chest, beneath a tight black T-shirt. His upper arms were adorned with tattoos of chains around his biceps and his wrists. His black jeans covered long legs and a narrow waist and his head was completely shaved, with a large diamond stud winking in each ear. He wasn't really handsome, but he exuded masculinity and sex through every pore. He also made it plain, without any effort, that he brooked no interference from anyone about anything. In most ways Rock was exactly what Pam expected a bouncer to look like. However, he was wearing a "kiss the cook" apron and was wiping his hands on a frilly kitchen towel.

Rock extended his hand. "It's nice to finally meet you, Pam." His voice was surprisingly smooth and cultured. "Marcy's talked quite a bit about you." When their hands were almost touching, he shook his head and snatched his arm back.

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