Chapter 66

• It was nearly pitch dark in the bar, and an air of excitement was palpable in the quiet murmurs of the crowd. Frantic whispers broke out as the emcee stepped to the microphone and the house lights came up. Now you could see the large screens hanging from the ceiling in strategic spots along the room and the pommel horse onstage, the examination table with stirrups, the loops and bars and stocks that permitted a variety of bound positions.
• Roth silently sat at the counter taking in his surroundings, his gaze now lingering on an impossibly slinky blond, with hips so narrow it was hard to believe she could even be real. Her breasts, though, were nicely rounded, perfectly shaped as her tight dress accentuated them.
• She caught him staring at her and flashed him a smile, Roth smiled back and nodded, gesturing to her to come to him. She obeyed, her hips swaying, every muscle of her legs visible in her miniskirt.