Doris O'Connor Read Free

Neeve of course. Providing she survived whatever awaited her in that mysterious club, she would have to properly thank her outrageous friend.
    "Yes, well, thank you for your concern, but I will be just fine."
    She forced a smile for the still worried looking taxi driver and handed him her fare. With an outward show of confidence she swung her legs out of the taxi, straightened, precariously teetering on her high heels, and encountered a hard wall of muscle. She bit back her shriek of surprise when strong arms all but lifted her away from the taxi and a deep grumble told the driver to scoot.
    The screech of burning tires, as the taxi driver put his foot down as though the hounds of hell were after him, brought Estelle's nerves back in full force. The muscled hunk she'd observed leaning against the wall earlier, leant down and sniffed her. What the hell?
    "What is a pretty little human thing like you doing here?" The animalistic growl should have frightened her, but it seemed to have the opposite effect on Estelle. There was something very sexy about a man growling after all. She peeped up at him and found him observing her through hooded yellow eyes.
    Sheesh, what was he? The big bad wolf? She had to suppress a giggle. Did that make her Little Red Riding Hood in her itty bitty little red dress? Clearly I've still got Gran's silly stories in my head.
    She sobered when the mountain of a man continued to simply watch her, seemingly waiting for her to answer. He crossed his arms over his chest, and she automatically dropped her gaze to his heavy boots.

    "I'm here to see Ink. We have an appointment."
    She jumped at the rumble of laughter emanating from the broad chest, shaking in merriment. What was so funny?
    "I've never heard it called that before, little human. We best get you in there then. He's busy with a demonstration at the moment, but I'm sure we can find you some other entertainment while you're waiting."
    Estelle swallowed nervously at the wicked grin those words accompanied. His extremely warm hand settled on her bare back, and she had no choice but to follow where he led. The huge doors swung open as if by magic, and she was propelled into the gloomy interior of the club. Greeted by yet another mountain of a man, Estelle stopped dead. The place was huge and completely open plan. Comfortable seating was dotted around, the lighting muted and intimate. One side of the club was completely taken up by a long bar, behind which several scantily clad young women were serving drinks to a handful of customers. The opposite side was taken up by a stage, in front of which everyone seemed to have congregated. Estelle's breathing hitched, and she hugged her arms around herself to hide her nipples’
    immediate reaction to what was happening on that stage. Why she bothered she wasn't quite sure; the shadows were so deep near the entrance, she couldn't even see her feet properly. No one would be able to see her body's betraying signs of arousal.
    As if to put lie to that thought, the men she stood next to both turned and watched her. Their nostrils flared, as though they could smell the juices gathering inside her pussy, and she clamped her thighs together hastily. The men chuckled low in their throats, and Estelle's cheeks flamed.
    "As you can see Ink is rather busy." The blond beefcake, who must have been the one to open the door for them from the inside, flashed brilliantly white teeth at her. Estelle took a step back until she felt the heat of the other's man's chest burn into her back. Large hands settled on her hips, and she didn't even want to contemplate what hard object poked into her ass right now.
    She focused her attention on the row of CCTV monitors instead. That explained it. It hadn't been magic at all. One of the screens gave a perfect view of the outside of the club. The others showed various rooms that must be behind the many doors she could see on the sides of the club. One was occupied, and her blush intensified