Page 2 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
It seemed like I had a lot to think about. And a lot still to learn.
In the meantime, I was really looking forward to my shopping trip. On my next day off, I was taking a trip to the city to browse a hideaway store I’d found online. They specialized in kink.
Deciding to be brave, I’d already planned my attire. Christmas was less than three weeks away, so I was going to wear my sparkle Christmas tree sweater, my tight pink pants, and use the Peter Pan purse crossways over my shoulder so it would rest at my hip.
I hugged Ursula harder and smiled.
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Briar
“Go for Briar.”
It was Doug.
“Let me go!”
The cries were loud enough that I heard them through my radio headset.
“Briar here.”
Doug continued, voice calm but rapid. “Room Two. Code Six.”
My security position for the night at the club was the second story railing overlooking the main floor. I couldn’t see the hall from my vantage.
I took the stairs two at a time, leaping to the floor and running. The main hall was crowded, as always on Saturday night, and I had to yell “Coming through” several times before the crowd parted.
In that more private area of the club, men were in all states of dress from G-strings to full leather. I quickly made my waythrough clouds of sweat and sex mixed with all-spice deodorant and lube.
Code Six was a serious breach of protocol. It meant a scene was out of control. When that happened, and men crowded in to egg it on, it could lead to injury or worse. Scenes that got really bad could shut the club down.
Everyone who paid dues knew the rules. They signed off on them. They understood they could be banned for life if they participated in any nonconsenting act, especially ones that left marks on the skin. We tried never to get the police involved. That always led to chaos. But if assaults happened—and they did when you had a room full of half-drunk BDSM guys—they were treated with utmost care for the victim and security detainment for the perp until we decided what more action would be necessary.
When I got to Room Two, Doug, had the dom’s hand twisted up behind his back. The dom was fighting the grip, still straddling the smaller man. And arguing. “He consented. He likes it. He likes it.”
I grabbed the perp’s other arm and together Doug and I threw him back and up until he was on his feet. The little guy scrambled away, but the crowd was rangy. He was buck naked and didn’t look safe.
“He asked for it,” the dom said.
The men closest to us said, “He did. He wanted more.”
The little guy said, “Only a spanking. I was clear.”
A man next to him laughed and said, “Like this?” He yanked the man up and swatted his ass. The guy let out a loud squeak. The crowd laughed.
More men crowded into the room. We needed more help.
“Get your ass over here,” I snarled through gritted teeth.
Doug and I got the perp to the corner by a wooden bench. Then I called for more backup to disperse the crowd.
We were a pretty well-oiled team. Within about five minutes, we had the room secured, the victim robed and sent to an upstairs first aid room, and the perp in our interrogation room. Room Two was cleaned and re-opened for use, the men waiting in the hall looking much calmer if not bored.
I watched the video of the scene. Doug had seen it all. The perp tried to lie as they all did. I used my authority to make a decision.
“Banned for life.”
The perp nearly cried. We’d already found and cleaned out his locker. His street clothes were brought to him and our bouncer made sure he was politely escorted out of the building.
