[B.S. #3] Claiming Laura Read Online Free PDF Page B

women.” Clay turned to Angel. “I could use your help now that your job is done. I don’t think any of the Doms are guilty of stalking the women outside the club, but I would feel better if we could cover both sides of the club. If you take one side we could do that. I will remain in the vanilla bar, which I didn’t get a good look at last night, and you can give the spice side a whirl. What do you say?”
    Angel looked at Clay in mild disgust. “You want me to dress up and play in that BDSM side of the club? No way. If you want my help, I will take the vanilla bar. You, who feels at home with that lifestyle, can cruse the spice side.”
    “Well, normally I would, but can you do it as a favor to me? If you take the spice side, I can ask my lady to keep me company on the vanilla bar side. I know it’s asking a lot, but you have to admit that you have never been in a BDSM club to be able to judge. You never know, you might like it.” Clay was praying that Angel would step up. That was the only way he could think of seeing Laura. He could bring her with him to the vanilla bar and still help his friend out.
    Angel looked at Clay’s serious expression. He never asked for favors, so he had to be serious about this lady. He’d just met the woman and he didn’t want to let her out of his sight even to do his job. Interesting.
    Clay was always the one that acted as a father figure for the unit, even though he wasn’t much older than the rest of them. He was always the silent, calm one in any situation, so Angel knew he wouldn’t ask unless he was smitten with this lady. Angel, being Native American, believed in soul mates. Maybe Clay had found his, just like James had with Avery? With that thought in his head, Angel, couldn’t turn Clay down. What was a couple of nights spent in a costume watching people get their rocks off from hitting each other? With a long, drawn-out breath, Angel told Clay that he would help him.
    “Great!” Clay jumped up from his chair. “I’ll call Lance and he will set you up with the proper leathers for the club and a membership.” Clay was already pulling his phone out and calling his friend.
    “I don’t want a membership,” Angel muttered to Clay as he spoke on the phone.
    Clay just pulled the phone from his ear and told Angel, “Only members are allowed in the club.”
    “Suck it up, big guy. At least you can watch women getting off and not shopping this time,” Brad piped in with a laugh.
    Angel just gave Brad his black stare that usually got people to back off, but the guys knew him too well to abide by his wishes.
    “Just think, Angel. You might find your soul mate amongst the stray subs at the club,” Brad added.
    Clay put his phone away after making arrangements with Lance. “Give Angel a break or I’ll pick one of you to go into the club and reassign your jobs to Angel.”
    They all knew Clay wouldn’t do that, but they didn’t want to give Angel any excuse to back out either. So they all filed out of the room and left Clay alone with Angel.
    “Don’t let their razzing get to you. I think you will like the club if you keep an open mind. The spice side is for BDSM, but the scenes are always safe, sane, and consensual between the partners. All the play is arranged in advance. Everyone knows their role. And it is all for pleasure, you’ll see. The club does have monitors watching all the action in case something goes a little too far. That’s where you will come in. Lance is going to set you up as one of the monitors. With your size, one look, and most people will just stop without a word from you. Lance will also set you up with his tailor today to make you a set of leathers for the club. With your height, you can’t buy off the rack. So here’s the place to be at one.” Clay wrote the directions on his notepad and tore off the top page.
    “I know you don’t know Lance, but I’ve known him since grade school and he won’t steer you wrong. And if you need me I