The Patient Is a Shark [Shape-Shifter Clinic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free

employment. What more could he want in life?
     
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    “Quinn, are you available to come in on Saturday night and work? Dom Augustus is still getting over the flu and we’ve accepted two bookings for him thinking he’d be better by then.”
    Quinn knew Augustus, a burly blond man in his early forties who played by the same rules as he did. This could work out well. He’d just been thinking it was time he visited the BDSM club again. Besides, a little extra money was always welcome. Feeding so many animals was quite a drain on his salary.
    “Sure I can. What time?”
    “The first booking is at seven thirty.”
    “All right. I’ll arrive about seven.”
    Quinn liked to sit and watch the people he was to work with before the session began. He needed to see their body language. Were there hidden reasons why they’d come to the club? Did they only need the release of the punishment or were there other problems in their life, other demons they were trying not to face?
    Quinn had a pair of tight black jeans which he wore with an equally tight black T-shirt and a black button-down shirt over it. With a pair of polished black boots, the outfit was usually adequate to gain him entry to clubs that followed the “smart black” policy, and it was clothing he felt comfortable wearing. A couple of times when he’d had to wear costumes, he’d hired Navy officer’s dress whites. The high mandarin collar and shiny gold buttons on the jacket very much looked the part of a Dom, but he was definitely a jeans man at heart.
    On Saturday evening he put his toy box in his blue pickup truck and headed into town. He’d built the box himself to his own design, with neat racks for his canes, floggers, and whips, and clips that locked trays holding small things into place. That meant that nothing could fall to the bottom of the toy box and spoil a scene for him while he was trying to find it. He didn’t have a lot of toys, but everything he owned was both carefully chosen and well looked after. He considered his BDSM equipment just as important to care for properly as his woodworking tools.
    Quinn’s first sub that evening seemed to have no inner torment. He was simply a man who found pleasure and release in punishment. He’d asked to be handcuffed, blindfolded, and paddled. Quinn did his utmost to bring the man to the place of mental fulfillment he needed, and it seemed to him he succeeded.
    He waited in the dungeon for ten minutes after the sub left, to give him some privacy, then went back upstairs to find out about his second client for the evening.
    “Black hair, blue jeans, blue button-down shirt, sitting at the bar, second stool from the left.”
    “That’s Rainer. He works at the clinic with me.” Quinn was surprised. He’d guessed the man was into the lifestyle from a few conversations they’d had, but it’d never crossed his mind they might meet here at the club.
    “Is that going to be a problem for you? I can tell him he’ll have to wait until Dom Augustus is well again,” said the manager.
    “It’s not a problem for me. I can be perfectly professional about this. But it may not suit him. I’ll wait in the dungeon while you tell him. If he doesn’t arrive I’ll understand,” said Quinn.
    Nevertheless Quinn found himself pacing up and down in the dungeon and had to force himself to stand still. He respected Rainer. The man was a good personal care attendant who genuinely put his patients first and looked out for their interests. Quinn didn’t know much about him outside their work, and right now that was likely a good thing. It gave them that bit of mental distance they might need to keep this encounter purely professional. Quinn was sure he could concentrate on fulfilling the man’s needs, but he knew they might look at each other differently on Monday at work. He wouldn’t be upset if Rainer chose to cancel the session.
    Rainer arrived so silently that if Quinn hadn’t been concentrating he