Ty laughed and pinched her bottom. “Yes, sometimes bad can be very good, Sweet Pea,” he replied, thinking about how sexy she would look in a little while with her bottom all hot and pink from his hand. Maybe tomorrow, before the ceremony, he would warm it up again so it would be nice and red as she stood before the minister and promised to love, honor and obey him for all eternity. Yes, that was a pleasant thought indeed.
Marcus and John found Desperado’s with no difficulty after refusing assistance from their friends. All four women were quite intoxicated and it would be best if they were not left unsupervised. Besides, the day he couldn’t handle one little redheaded terror, he would burn all his spanking implements and join a monastery, he informed them with a laugh as he waved them off to their suites.
“Pretty sure of yourself,” John observed as they walked down the hall.
“Susan and Kelsey are tight,” Marcus replied. ‘They are closer than most sisters I’ve known. Kelsey’s sweet as can be, but if I show any weakness, I’ve no doubt she’d be pointing out each and every soft spot to Susan.”
“And are there many soft spots?” John asked smiling. “I’ve always figured you for a man who’s one step away from a Dom,as far as women are concerned. Has your little girl gotten under your skin?”
“Worse than that,” Marcus snorted as they handed the cover charge to the attendant and entered the dark atmosphere. “The brat has bored her way into my soul, where she is perfectly comfortable driving me insane while throwing the temporary nature of our contract in my face.”
Scanning the dimly lit area, both men searched for the girls and came up empty. The music was loud enough that talking was out of the question and there were many circular booths around the perimeter where the occupants were barely discernible.
“Great,” Marcus shouted as they moved closer to the dance floor where gyrating bodies were only illuminated for a brief moment by the flashing lights. “This is not going to be as easy as I thought. They could be anywhere in here, if they are here,” he yelled.
“We better split up,” John suggested. “I’ll work my way to the left, you go right. Meet me at the bar,” he said pointing to the signs at the back of the room.
Marcus slowly maneuvered his way along the edge of the dance floor, slipping between packed bodies as he worked his way toward the booths. Several young women hit on him, trying to engage him in conversation, but he just smiled and shook his head, cupping his ear to show he couldn’t hear them. He made it to the row of booths and inspected the patrons in each one quickly, but no Susan. Every few steps he stopped and checked the area around him. In this crush he could literally walk right by her and not know it. The music had his head pounding and if one more person grabbed his ass he was going to explode, not that anyone would notice.
“Jesus, you’d think in those damn heels and with that red hair I would be able to spot her,” he growled.
“Hey baby, you talking to yourself?” the pretty blonde asked as he noticed the music has paused for a blessed second.
“I guess I am,” Marcus admitted ruefully. “Listen, I’m looking for a girl…”
“You found her. Just call me Blondie, everyone does,” the blonde smiled, rubbing against him.
“No, sorry,” Marcus replied. “I’m looking for a particular girl.”
“What, I’m not good enough?” Blondie pouted.
“I’m sure you’re very nice,” Marcus offered patiently. “This girl is about this high,” he continued holding his hand in the middle of his chest. “She has red hair and is wearing a short gold dress. Have you seen her?”
Blondie started laughing, her drink dribbling onto Marcus’s shoe. “Sure I have,” she replied. “Are you talking about Susan?”
“Yes, Susan, that’s her name,” Marcus said, sighing in relief. “You’ve seen her?”
“Buddy, everybody’s seen her,” she giggled. “She was the main attraction until about twenty minutes ago.”
Marcus ran his hand over his face and forced a smile. “No kidding,” he replied. “What was she doing that was so interesting?”
“Well, they were playing this bar game and…”
“Who’s they?” he asked interrupting her.
“It started out with a few of the regulars,” Blondie answered. “Just Billy and the rest of the gang, but before long there was a line that snaked halfway around the club. It was just too funny,” she continued laughing.
“What kind of game was this?” Marcus asked, trying to relax his jaw.
“Well, Sue would put a shot of whiskey between her breasts and the boys would try to take the glass out with their teeth, drink it, and then put it back, all without using their hands. I waslaughing so hard I almost wet my pants,” she snorted. “If they lost and touched her, it cost them fifty and let me tell you, she had a wad of money.”
“Where is she now?” he asked softly, pasting a bland look on his face.
Blondie began laughing even harder as she struggled to relay the events. “Everything was going well for her; I mean really, the whole place was cheering her on and then it was Trey’s turn. Trey’s a good guy, but not real smart. He’s real tall you see and when he bent down to get the shot glass he knocked Sue over. She caught her shoe on a bar stool and snapped the heel right off. They were beautiful shoes too,” Blondie continued with a sigh. “All gold and glitter and so high, I bet they cost a fortune.”
“Yes, I can assure you, they did,” Marcus replied, trying not to break a tooth. “What happened then?”
“Well, Sue went ass over teakettle, as my Grandma used to say. When she came up off the floor she was so mad, I thought she was gonna make Trey eat that shoe. Her hair was all over the place, and…she sure does have pretty hair, doesn’t she. Do you think I would look good as a redhead?” Blondie asked, fingering her fine gold tresses.
