About Lessons Learned

by Mychael Black
13 pages / 5205 words
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Sabriel thinks he's created the perfect place for a incubus like him to play, running a nightclub where he can hunt to his heart's content. What Bri doesn't know is that he's the prey as well as the predator. Karl and Hayden think Bri is just the new toy they need, and no game is too kinky if it will keep Bri coming back. Can Bri take what he usually dishes out?

Sample

I felt like a kid in a candy store. The club was absolutely packed, even for a Friday night. From my perch on the balcony just outside my office—just above the dance floor—I sipped on my rum and Coke, watching the beauties below.

Men, women, and everyone in-between; I’m equal opportunity. They all taste the same when it comes down to it. I could smell them—practically taste them—the luscious scents of sweat, sex, alcohol all conspiring to drive me mad with need.

“Sir?”

Tearing my attention from the crowd, I turned it to the man beside me. “Yes?”

“Miles said we’re out of orange juice.”

I nodded and followed David back downstairs to the bar. The crowd was swarming, one undulating body flowing like water from the dance floor to the bar and back again. “Miles!”

“Hey, Boss!” Miles, my bartender extraordinaire, handed off some kind of mixed drink to a customer, then wiped his hands on the towel hanging from his left hip.

I pressed the ‘no sale’ button on the register and took out a twenty from the till. Handing it to David, I said, “If you hurry, you can make it to the store and back before the mob forms.”

The look of momentary horror was amusing as it flashed across David’s face. “Yes, sir.” He spun on his heel and hurried through the crowd, tugging his keys out of his pocket.

“That was mean.”

Closing the drawer, I looked back at Miles and grinned. “What? The kid’ll get over it.”

Miles rolled his eyes and shook his head, turning back to deal with the crowd. “Oh, check out the new arrivals.” He flashed a grin at me over his shoulder. “Right up your alley, too.”

Ignoring the urge to smack him on the head, I glanced toward the door to get a look at these ‘new arrivals’.

Wow.