Page 8 of Whatever Lola Wants (Odyssey #2)

S imon passed the third-floor door that lead to the surgical gallery and paused at the murmur of voices.

Someone must be doing a hell of a medical scene, he thought with absent interest. It was rare for medical scenes to draw a crowd, but sometimes a Dom would get his submissive on the gynecological exam table for some role play, and that was always a fun show.

He’d been looking for Grant and Anna , but hadn’t found them. He assumed they weren’t here yet, and restless, had wandered through the club looking for something to catch his interest. From the sounds drifting into the hall, whatever was happening in the medical room might fit the bill.

He shrugged. Medical play wasn’t really his thing, but nothing else was catching his eye tonight. The odd restlessness he’d been feeling every time he came to the club over the last couple of months was stronger, and he could use a distraction.

The room was packed, he noted with surprise, and wondered idly who was stuck in the stirrups below.

He edged along the back wall, content to stay out of everyone’s way, and immediately he spotted Grant off to the side.

He had his back to the side wall, Anna in front of him so her back was to the gallery.

He bent forward to whisper something into Anna’s ear.

She nodded, her flame colored hair catching the light, and Grant laughed softly.

Simon felt envy curdle in his belly, followed quickly by shame.

He didn’t begrudge his friend happiness; he wasn’t that big an asshole, was he?

But he couldn’t deny that Grant’s relationship was highlighting his own lack thereof.

Grant glanced back and spotted him. Grinning , he bent to whisper something in Anna’s ear. She twisted around to look, and Simon noticed she was even paler than usual.

Grant jerked his head in a come-on-over gesture, so Simon strode forward, stepping around the crush of spectators to get to them. “ Grant .”

“Hey, Simon .” Grant kept his voice to a whisper, per the rules of the room. The gallery was open to the play space below, with no glass to create a sound barrier, so spectators were required to keep their voices down so as not to interfere with the scene.

“What’s going on? Someone getting fisted?” That always seemed to draw a crowd, even with the people who weren’t at all interested in it.

Anna shook her head. “ Needle scene.”

Simon’s eyes widened in surprise. “ Seriously ?” Last he’d heard, none of the members at Odyssey were skilled enough at needle play for Michael to allow them to play in the club.

As a matter of fact, the owner had been making noises about bringing in a guest for demonstration and training for any members interested.

“ Did Michael finally bring in a guest star to do a demo?”

Grant shook his head. “ Lola’s doing it.”

“Lola?” Simon frowned. He only knew of one Lola , and she wasn’t a club member. “ Lola who?”

Grant shot him an amused look as Anna pointed. “ Lola ,” she said, and he shifted so he could see over the people in front of him.

His jaw dropped. It was her. Dressed to kill in a blood red catsuit that was unzipped to her belly button, she was swirling a handled sponge over the bare chest of a male submissive with a gloved hand.

He couldn’t see the submissive’s face, but he recognized Richard standing at the head of the table, so the boy on the table could only be Jamie .

He scanned the room. A portable medical tray sat to the side of the table, covered with paraphernalia that he couldn’t quite make out at this distance. But the bright red sharps container was clearly recognizable, so the smaller packages had to be the needles.

“Since when is she a member?”

Grant leaned over to speak directly into Simon’s ear. “ Michael interviewed her today, checked references from the club she used to play at in San Francisco . Apparently , she’s really good with needles. It was his idea to let her do this where he could observe.”

Simon nodded. It sounded just like Michael to set up an audition of sorts for a new top. Or in this case, switch.

“We’re going to duck out,” Grant said, nudging Anna toward the door. “ She’s not a fan of needles.”

Simon looked at Anna , who was looking a little green around the gills. “ Got it. Catch you later.”

“Later,” Grant agreed and guided Anna out of the room.

Movement below drew his attention, and Simon turned to look. The prep work was apparently over, and Lola had climbed on top of the table, straddling Jamie’s flat stomach. She reached for the rolling tray.

Looked like the show was about to start.

Lola smiled at Jamie as she settled herself onto his muscled abdomen.

She kept most of her weight on her knees, but she wanted the connection to his body.

She could feel him tense up, just as she could feel the way he relaxed when he glanced at Richard .

She waited until his eyes were back on hers before she spoke.

“I’m going to get started, Jamie . You’ve had blood drawn before, yes?”

He nodded. “ Yes , ma’am.”

She held up a needle stripped of its packaging so it glinted in the strong overhead lights. “ This is a twenty-one gauge needle, the size commonly used for blood draws.”

She waited until she was sure he’d seen it, then dropped it into the sharps container on the tray. “ I’m not going to use anything larger than that on you today. I might go smaller, but that’s the largest needle I’ll use. Understand ?”

He nodded. “ Yes , Ma’am .”

“One more thing before we get started.” She smiled into his eyes, the trepidation swimming in their depths going to her head like the finest of wines.

“ Your Daddy tells me you’re normally not allowed to speak during a scene, unless it’s to use your safeword.

For this scene, you can make as much noise as you like. ”

“Okay.”

She let her smile sharpen. “ If you’re too quiet, I might think you’re bored. If you’re bored, I’m going to get your attention.” The delight swimming through her as his eyes went wide with fear was delicious, and better than any drug. “ Do you understand?”

His collar flexed when he swallowed. “ Yes , Ma’am .”

“Good. Let’s get started.”

She glanced at Richard and reached for a needle. He met her gaze and gave a brief nod as she stripped the paper away from the plastic enclosed needle. She drew a slow, deep breath to center herself, twisted off the plastic cap, and leaned forward.

The way Jamie’s eyes followed the little spear of steel in her hand made her smile.

“ Take a deep breath for me, Jamie ,” she murmured, laying her gloved hand on the skin over his right pectoral muscle as he obeyed.

“ Hold it for just a moment. Good boy. Now let it out slowly.” As his breath sighed out, she pinched up a bit of skin and quickly, smoothly, slid the needle under and out the other side.

She felt the jolt run through him, a slight jerk of his body under hers, and sat back slightly to assess.

His breathing had hitched when the needle went in, but was smoothing out again.

The flesh where the needle protruded was slightly red from the pinch of her fingers.

The plastic hub of the needle pointed to his sternum, the sharp point on the other pointing to his arm, with the bulk of the inch and a half needle under his skin.

“How’re you doing, Jamie ?”

His eyes were clearing, the sharp sting already fading, she knew, leaving behind a lovely throbbing warmth. “ Fine , Ma’am .”

“Then we’ll continue,” she said and reached for another needle.

The mood in the gallery was electric. Simon could feel the buzz in the air, almost a sting on the skin, as the scene continued in the medical room below.

By his count Lola had put half a dozen needles into Jamie’s chest, a neat row of three that rode the rise of the boy’s pectoral muscles on each side, the last just above his nipple.

Lola bent to speak to Jamie , her voice too low and indistinct for him to catch the words. Checking in, he assumed. Assessing his pain and energy levels, his headspace. He didn’t know enough about needle play to judge her technique, but he couldn’t find fault with her process.

She reached for another needle, and his eyes narrowed as her gloved hands reached for the last one she’d placed, just above the nipple. She pinched the skin already pierced, and slid the new needle under the first so they formed a cross under Jamie’s skin.

Jamie arched under her, his larger body nearly lifting hers off the table, and a garbled groan burst free. Simon watched her lean down, murmuring to him, stroking his face while he fought through the pain.

He watched as Jamie struggled, his breathing harsh, and gradually settle. Then his eyes went right back to Lola .

He’d always found her attractive. The first time he’d met her had been in Anna’s apartment, when he’d been helping Grant look for his missing submissive.

She’d strode in, a tiny elf in four-inch heels, and planted her foot square on Grant’s balls.

He liked attitude and confidence, and she had both to spare.

He’d thought her pretty, even beautiful, always so well put together whether it was a work suit or casual clothes, but she wasn’t cute now.

Her skin was damp with a fine sheen of perspiration, gleaming under the bright lights of the room.

Her eyes were dark, her lips slicked the same red as the catsuit that molded to every inch of her slight frame.

When she twisted slightly to reach for another needle, he had a clear view of the smooth, pale skin of her torso, exposed by the lowered zipper of the catsuit.

The zipper that went all the way down, between her legs, up the crease of her ass to end at the base of her spine.

Easy access. For damn near anything.

Fucking Christ , she was hot.