Lessons After Midnight (mxm)

𝓔𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴

"Master Cohen," A sultry voice purred, cutting through the heavy music of the club.

I turned, to see a woman swaying her hips as she walked toward me. She was dressed in a tight red dress that hardly went down past her hips. It looked more like lingerie than a dress. As one of my former submissives who held a temporary contract with me, she was both a memory and a complication that I didn't need tonight.

As the operations manager, it was my job to ensure the club activities went accordingly, which required me to be out on the floor most nights. I often attracted unwanted attention, due to my reputation. Being not only someone in command within the business, but also through experience.

I wasn't interested in short term contracts though, but these subs didn't seem to understand that. Many of them, like this woman, only wanted sex. I had different priorities than them, and they didn't care enough to learn that.

Dylan, who I'd been chatting with, gave me a knowing look and a pat on the shoulder before slipping away into the large crowd. He was probably off to find a drink strong enough to wash away our earlier conversation about Ed. It was the same discussion we'd been having for weeks.

"You look tense," She hummed as she stopped beside me, tilting her head as she looked up at me. A faint smirk played on her lips. "Work stress?" Her voice insinuating something more sexual.

"Not tonight," I said shortly, not wanting to play her games. Her smile only deepened at my reaction.

"Shame," She said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I heard Ed's been making trouble again. Let me guess, another bad investment?"

I remained silent. A bad investment would have been the better issue to deal with. This time, Ed's problems weren't related to money. Not yet at least. Once we get sued, then money will be involved.

"You're too good for this place," She said, leaning in closer to me. "You should walk away. Let Ed dig his own grave."

She was right. But if my time spent with her told me anything, it was that this woman had no care in the world for anything that didn't involve her. She wanted one thing from me.

"I'm not going to repeat myself," I said, my voice firm as I declined her advances.

She sighed softly as she turned to leave. "Suit yourself," She said "Y'know, some of the other subs say that you've gone soft," She teased, looking for a reaction that I wasn't going to give her. The girl scoffed as she began toward the dance floor. "You know where to find me when you change your mind."

As she disappeared into the crowd, I exhaled, the weight of Ed's incompetence and the club's provocations pressing harder against my temples. Dylan reappeared moments later, two glasses in hand. He didn't say a word, just handed one to me with a raised brow.

"Thanks," I muttered, taking the glass. I swirled the liquid once before taking a swig, appreciating the burn it provided.

"She never gives up, does she," Dylan commented, sipping at his own drink.

I sighed, "It's part of her charm,"

My phone buzzed in my pocket, catching my attention.

Sam: Will you be at Night Lux tonight?

Erick: I'm here now, but I won't be staying very long.

The response came almost instantly.

Sam: Can we talk?

Erick: Of course. Is everything Okay?

There was a pause before he texted again.

Sam: I just...