Bad Violet!!
Very bad Violet.
I know, some of you are probably pissed at me. How dare I keep you waiting for this damn long!!!!! Trust me, I am more disappointed in myself!! I let a lot of things get in the way of my characters and their stories. But trust and believe, I will work harder at doing my best at getting back to you the readers. If not for you I have no one to write for, and I must remember. I want to thank those who read "The Devil". If you haven' don't read this yet, and go back and read it!!!!!! You don't necessarily have to but, the characters do come up in this story. I APPRECIATE the love Dante and Sage received. I hope you are ready for Chance and Dusty.
This is a short chapter. I want you to get the feel for the atmosphere.
Violet
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Chance Montgomery stood from his office overlooking the crowd.
The boys were on point tonight. Which would make his night go by smoothly.
He had finally gotten the boys organized, and their attitudes where better than what he gotten when he first bought the club. Not by Chance was the hottest male strip club in southern California. From the bay area, Malibu, and L.A. all the fags and the fag-hags were eating out the hands of Chance and the boys he supplied for entertainment.
But with the fame came the doubt, irritation, annoyance, rumors, and gossip.
Was Chance supplying more than a dance?
Did his boys take if further than lap dances?
He was quite frustrated by the constant interrogation, and the police visits.
Not to count the so called undercover work.
Well not so undercover.
A very large man walked into his club around midnight. Bulky up top, magnificent shoulders, probably abs to die for, and hard muscle thighs. His hair was bleach blond, and his eyes were a tell tale blue.
He sucker for blue eyes, and large men.
He could go down and introduce himself to the giant, but it seemed his interest was already piqued, he was staring eye to eye with the man.
Something was up with the man.
The big guy was sipping water, and none of Chance's boys were around him. And his stare was scorching hot. Making Chance think of the many ways he could submit to the giant.
He never submitted to anyone.
Didn't he learn the last time he though giving up control was a good idea.
He boldly stared back, but had to advert his eyes when he felt the tremor of submissiveness trickle down his spine.
He walked from the balcony into his office, and sat down on his plush computer chair.
