Chapter 5
There was a good-sized crowd at Frisky Flirts, but Brett had learned long ago flogging events usually drew people to clubs. They parked and did the normal waiting in line to get in, signing the necessary forms, paying entrance fees, and getting a locker. Their coats, and Rylan’s street clothes, as well as their phones and wallets were securely locked away.
Brett wrapped his fingers around Rylan’s bicep and they headed into the main party room. There was a DJ and multicolored lights pulsating across the ceiling, a bar at one end Brett knew from previous visits served bottled spring water, sparkling water, and a variety of juices. Alcohol and b**m didn’t mix. There were tables scattered around the perimeter and a dance floor in the center.
He leaned down so it was easier to talk
