Independence: #4 Hayley Read Free

owners was Gabriel Garrett and his sub, Bailey, had a reputation of being in trouble for verbal slips throughout the club.
    “What she is offering, will be the very best of her ability for whatever weekend that is chosen,” Dianna continued with a nod of approval. “Evan and I have personally aided with a quick training session and will confirm that you will be receiving a top notch, very fast learning novice.”
    Dianna looked at Evan, a slow wink offered for the next step.

Chapter Two
    As the bidders and all those watching, gazed on, the dark brown robe was lifted completely from the woman’s shoulders and head. The robe was tossed aside, but no one noticed.
    Low, masculine groans rippled through the room as waves and curls of very long, pale amber tumbled down her back to the very center. The sides were shorter, the center ending in a slight point. Standing upright, shoulders back and head high, she moved the long, slender arms behind her. They stopped at the rise of her ass and she clasped them securely there. The slender straps of coral rested on her shoulders beneath her hair. As she turned slowly to face the audience, the front of her ornate lace and satin coral corset was revealed, along with the woman herself.
    Against the natural tan, the coral shimmered beneath the lights. The thong of the bottoms held a minute triangle covering her pubic mound; the corset had elastic lace that covered and clung to her breasts, just enough to hold the firm, rounded breasts in place. As stoic as her form was, the pebbled tips of each breast thrust against the peek-a-boo lace surrounding them, tempting the bidders to action.
    The numbers on the board made another couple jumps. Dianna looked out at the growls she heard and laughed.
    “Open your eyes, sub,” she ordered gently, reaching up and carefully adjusting the wide matching coral mask she’d chosen to wear for the event. “Beautiful. Don’t you agree, gentlemen? We’ll give you a few minutes to inspect the merchandise before I close the bidding. We’ll know the winner in a few minutes. Evan, please set the timer for three minutes.”
    She watched the man who had been her partner and sub for several years do as he was told before he lifted the discarded robe and joined her at the side of the staging area.
    “I believe you two may have ended the bidding,” Dianna commented with a low chuckle as she strode to the small group at the bar. She looked at Bailey with a nod. “Your friend knows how to stage a show. This beats what we thought we could pull. Congratulations.”
    “You were working with her on this,” Gabe realized, peering down at the innocent, wide eyes his fiancée offered.
    Dianna grinned cheekily. “I listened to the two of you make the rules. There was nothing there against collaboration. Us girls gotta stick together.” She laughed at the male growl from Gabe. “It doesn’t work on me.”
    “She’s very good at the staging and I should have trusted her,” Bailey admitted with a half shrug. “She used to dance in Vegas when she was about nineteen.”
    Dane cleared his throat. “A Vegas showgirl?”
    “For a year…then she was a dealer for a time,” Bailey continued, very pleased at the check she’d be able to give the children’s unit. “That was another year. She did that while she was going to school to be a vet.”
    “Fuck.” Jack took the bidding device from Dane and tapped in another set of numbers. “We’re being beaten out.”
    Bailey frowned and watched the three men off to the side. She looked up at Gabe. “I don’t think that should be allowed. They pooled their money.”
    “I’m not sure what they’re doing is quite right, either…” Dianna had watched three Doms who had never played together before suddenly talking with heads bent, their chatter very low.
    “If they hadn’t played together before, then it isn’t acceptable,” Gabe looked at Colin, another of the owners, for a confirmation.
    “Yes, I have to