Out of the Dungeon (Dungeon #2) by SM Johnson

Author:SM Johnson [Johnson, SM]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: above the dungeon, erotica gay, glbt erotica, bdsm, sm johnson
Publisher: SM Johnson
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Friday's fundraiser drew a crowd. Roman was impressed, and thought they might even raise a decent amount of money. The customers were having a ball convincing each other to get up on stage and dance, flinging dollars in the air and challenging their friends. Cries of, "Take it off! Take it all off!" could be heard over the music.

Suede stalked the stage with a wooden paddle, surprising the customers-turned-strippers with a wallop here and a whack there.

Roman laughed out loud as one of the flamboyant S&M bottom boys challenged Suede to make him cry. He was wearing an odd costume that seemed comprised of a glittering silver shirt, a pink feather boa, and some kind of bright orange tights or leggings. He wrapped both hands around the brass pole and leaned his chest into it, sticking his ass out as an exaggerated target.

Suede hit him, and he wiggled his ass at her. She hit him again, and he squealed, his face registering over-dramatic shock, and then he wiggled again, laughing at her.

Suede flashed him a wicked grin, hooked her free fingers under the waistband of his stretch pants, yanked them down, and without missing a beat, gave him a hard swat. He shrieked, let go of the pole, then danced around the stage with his hands plastered over his buttocks and his naughty bits waving merrily at the audience, most of whom were howling with laughter.

The uproar was hysterically funny.

And then it wasn't, as unexpected hands grabbed hold of Roman and somebody with a bullhorn announced, "Everybody out. This club is closed until further notice."

Time seemed to slow, or even stop, as Roman tried to comprehend what was happening. He saw the bullhorn, held at someone's side. His eyes traced the arm up to the fat smiling face of Mr. Phillips.

Oh no. Roman saw Vanessa's stricken face where she stood frozen at stage left. He was sure he'd reminded her and Suede about the indecency laws, what could be shown and what couldn't. He was sure. Of course, parties at the club tended to go astray. But he had rules for public events. He was sure he'd told them the rules.

Phillips walked over to Roman and flashed his credentials, his expression so smug that Roman wanted to spit in his face. "Gotcha," he said with a malicious smile.

Roman pulled away from the hands that held his arms, no doubt Phillips's people, and stepped right into the fat man's space. He moved in so close that he could see the individual hairs of the man's mustache. He looked straight into Phillip's satisfied brown eyes and said, "Membership denied. Permanently."

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