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scene to put on—with five women who wanted to stuff dollar bills down his G-string and then have their way with a stripper.
    Clint grinned at the memory. He hadn’t been the only stripper. He had trained their partners, and they put on a show for the women, all right. In the end, he got the money and the husbands and boyfriends got the women. It went into his tequila bar fund. Colleen knew he was interested in starting his own place, so she let him work his way up to bartender in her Irish-style bar. He made some good tips there too, and was learning a lot from the manager as well.
    “I don’t know, really.” Max shrugged. “She should kill you, not me. But it’s a couples thing. It’s my responsibility if my friend dicks over her friend.”
    “I’m not going to dick her over. Now, can we drop this? I need a few moments of Zen before class starts.”
Or quiet, whatever comes first.
    “Have at it.”
    Clint needed more than a few minutes to clear his mind of Anya. He couldn’t believe his luck. He had been waiting for an opportunity to get to know her ever since she came to Couture. Talking to her while she was reading seemed too intrusive and any other time they had a chance at conversation, one of them would get called away. He actually thought he’d have her at the orgy, but she didn’t come over to him when he beckoned. She’d left the ballroom like a scared virgin. It should have proven to him they weren’t meant for each other. Instead it made him want her more.
    Then, when Dante touched her this morning…Clint shook his head. He was going to have to tell the other Doms hands off.
Mine.
At least until she told him to take a long walk off a short pier. But he was hoping that after dinner, they’d continue what they started in the pool room.
    Dante had asked a favor on another night that Clint had spotted Anya in the corner during a staff development event. He had a submissive who wanted to be denied orgasm. It was Clint’s thing. So he agreed, dancing for the submissive. Dante had tied her to a chair while Clint ground against her. She had been moaning and straining at the bindings. Clint had been hard as a rock. Dante offered her to him, provided he wouldn’t let her come. It was tempting, so Clint took him up on it. But he didn’t come either, so it was an exercise in control for both of them. Her name was Kelly, and she became a little obsessed with him. After a few weeks of tormenting and teasing her sexually, Clint finally allowed her to get off. She lost interest in him shortly after.
    “I can do this solo today if you need some more time,” Max said as the first of the students trickled in. They had a nice combination of men and women, which was surprising for this self-defense class.
    “No, I’ve got it together,” Clint said.
    Class was a welcome distraction, and he let Max toss him around while they demonstrated self-defense moves and blocks. He helped the fashion students with some of the moves, and if he was too distracted to move out of the way of a few of their gropes, well, they got some cheap kicks for free today.
    When they cleared out, Clint told Max he’d set the room up for the next class. Locking the door, Clint let the blinds down and went over to the projector in the back of the room. The mirrors on the walls turned at a flick of a switch, showing a matte surface. Choosing from one of the many scenarios, Clint picked a Middle Eastern setting. The projector cast a sultan’s lair on the wall.
    “Yeah,” he said, starting the music. This is what he would do for their first dungeon scene. He would dress Anya as a dancing girl, but she’d be chained to the wall. He would dance for her, just like he had with Kelly.
    Clint danced now, letting the drum beat guide his hips as he spun and ground. Clothes whirled off him, and he danced naked, picturing Anya’s reaction. She would beg him to come closer. He would tease her. Dance over her, close enough for her to feel the heat of