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Vegas was bored out of his skull. He did not have a scene today which meant he was free to observe others. And there wasn't anything interesting going on.
His eyes swept the room as he sipped his drink.
Tankhun was playing a scene with Arm and Pol. His scenes were entertaining. He was a Little with Arm and Pol as caretakers.
Then there was Kim who was tying up Chay, his boyfriend. Kim was an expert in shibari. It was pure luck he met with Chay who liked to be tied up as much as Kim liked tying people up.
Kinn was in the lounge, arm around his Sub, Porsche. They did not have a scene today either.
There was a time Vegas was obsessed with getting whatever was Kinn's, including his lovers. Those days were behind him.
He had reached a tentative truce with Kinn which let him play in this club. Or else Kinn would have had Vegas removed long ago.
What caught Vegas's eyes was the new face beside Porsche.
The boy looked about Porsche's age. He looked nervous, looking around the club like a lost critter.
Vegas's intrigue was piqued.
He motioned Ken to come to him.
"Yes, Boss," Ken was by his side at once.
"Who is that beside Porsche?" Vegas stared at the pretty face keenly.
Ken followed his gaze.
"Oh, that's Porsche's friend, Pete. He is fresh meat," Ken answered.
"I see. Has he chosen a Dom yet?" Vegas asked.
"Not yet. He is still looking."
Vegas hummed. Downing his drink in one go, he got up from his seat.
"Porsche is protective of him. And you know Kinn is going to protect whoever is important to Porsche," Ken said.
Vegas looked at Ken with a raised eyebrow.
"Did I ask for advice?"
Ken hung his head. Vegas huffed.
He sauntered over to the lounge. Immediately, all eyes were on him.
"Kinn," he greeted.
"Vegas," Kinn said warily, "No scene today?"
"Nope," Vegas smiled lazily, plopping on the seat beside Pete, "And who are you? Never seen you before."
Pete looked at him like a small bunny in the face of a snake.
"This is Pete, my friend," Porsche answered.
"Hello, Pete. I'm Vegas. Nice to meet you," Vegas smiled his most charming smile. The one that usually got him what he wanted.
But Pete just smiled uncomfortably, not saying anything back.
He is a shy one, Vegas thought, gritting his teeth.
"Oh Pete, Vegas is a Dom," Time said, "And he is unattached."
"No way," Porsche said, "Pete is new to this. He won't be able to take what Vegas puts his subs through."
Vegas frowned, "They ask for that. I don't put them through anything. Kinn, is this how you have disciplined your Sub?"
"You know my set of rules are different from yours," Kinn shrugged, "Besides, I like my Subs a little… bratty."
"Just admit you can't tame me," Porsche smirked.
Kinn pulled his hair teasingly, exposing his neck.
"I can tame you just fine. I just like an untamed lion more than a meek pet," Kinn growled, bringing their faces extremely close, "Should I refresh your memory of what happened the last time you defied me?"
Porsche shivered, leaning in and asking for a kiss. Kinn smirked as he kissed Porsche, looking like the cat that got the cream.
Vegas rolled his eyes. It was ridiculous how often these two slipped into their own bubble, forgetting the existence of the outside world.
"Um…"
Vegas's attention was back on the person beside him.
"So you're a Dom?” Pete looked unsure as he asked the question.
"I am," Vegas said.
"I want to be one too," Pete said, surprising Vegas, "But Kinn said only good Subs become good Doms."
Vegas smiled, "He is right… mostly."
"Do all Doms start out as Subs?"
"No. Not all. But most do. Inexperienced Doms are a nightmare," Vegas answered patiently, "The good thing about this club is that we can all learn from each other. It's more than just entertainment."
They watched Kim and Chay for a while. Kim was crisscrossing a bright red rope along Chay's abdomen.
"Do you…" Pete began hesitantly, "Um…"
Vegas waited patiently.
"Do you have a Sub?"
"I have a few Subs, yes," Vegas said, "We perform here sometimes. But I am unattached."
"Time said that too. I don't understand. So you have subs but you're still unattached?"
Vegas laughed at that.
"I'm a professional Dom. I don't have romantic relationships with my Subs. In fact, sometimes not even a sexual one."
"Oh," Pete was frowning, as if having trouble comprehending Vegas's actions.
"I assure you it's not that uncommon. Kinn was like that too before Porsche came along."
Pete looked at the couple who were still making out. He sighed.
"So, is there… um… Do you…"
Vegas hated people who dawdled.
"Pete, use your words."
Vegas had not meant to use his Dom voice. But it worked. Pete looked at him with wide eyes and blurted,
"Will you please do a scene with me?"
Hook. Line. Sinker.
Vegas smirked internally. Outside, he put on a contemplative expression.
"I think Porsche was right, Pete," he said, "You're new to this. What I do might be too intense for you."
"What do you do?” Pete asked curiously.
"I'm a sadist. I specialise in torture."
Vegas stifled the glee as he took in Pete's widened eyes.
"Oh…"
Vegas sighed, feigning disappointment.
"There's a lot of misconceptions surrounding this line of BDSM. You heard Porsche's take on it. I don't torture for fun. Well, I do. But only if the fun is had by everyone involved."
Pete nodded vigorously, "No, I get it. Of course, I do."
"I'll understand if you change your mind," Vegas said. He understood that the best way to make someone do his bidding was to make them think they had a choice.
"No, I-... I still want to."
Gotcha.
Vegas smiled pleasantly, "Then we are going to have a lot of fun together," he winked, "Give me your number. I'll send you the contract. Once you have gone through it, we can decide on the date of our scene."
"We are not going to do it now?" Pete asked.
"Now?” Vegas chuckled, "Why are you in such a hurry? All of this takes time, Pete."
Pete's blush was visible even underneath the dim lights of the lounge.
"You're new to this. Let me show you how it's done," Vegas drawled, inching a little closer, "Here, put your number in," he handed his phone to Pete.
Pete obediently typed his number in.
"Good boy," Vegas purred. He had the satisfaction of watching Pete shiver.
This was going to be so much fun.
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