better, but now wasn’t the time to remind her. “Perhaps not. Pretend, if you must. But I believe the plan will work.”
Shanna hesitated, as if she was pondering his words. “ If I agree to this crazy scheme, can I do…whatever it is alone?”
Alejandro couldn’t resist the grin spreading across his face. “Yes. Plenty of our members would jump through rings of fire to see you touch yourself.”
“You mean, like, masturbate for an audience?” She turned ghostly white.
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“Even the thought of it makes me hard,” he whispered for her ears alone.
“Absolutely not!”
“I will be more than happy to assist you,” Alejandro volunteered.
“Yeah, I’ll bet.”
“It would be more believable and more blackmail-worthy if Ali helped you,” Del chimed in. “I will hide in the room and watch all doors, windows, and passersby—see if I can identify our camera-wielding asshole.”
Her jaw dropped. “It’s bad enough to contemplate getting naked with the Latin Lover, here. But having you watch? Oh, no.”
That horror on her face was nothing but a lie. Her suddenly hard nipples told him that. She was scared—of herself, of him, of whatever was fueling her ambition. Suddenly, he wanted to get to the bottom of it all.
“What troubles you? Is the idea too arousing?”
Shanna sent Alejandro a hard glare. “No, it’s too weird. And it won’t work.”
“What are your better ideas?”
Pausing, Shanna bit her lip. Oh, yes, she was thinking her options through.
A few moments later, she gritted her teeth. “I don’t have a better idea. But there’s got to be one.”
“This guy will return to the scene of the crime if we dangle the right bait in front of him. Catching him in the act of creating or delivering a disc is the only way to be certain he’s the guilty party.”
Pacing across the floor, her tight ass outlined in white Capri pants that made his tongue melt, Shanna contemplated in a silence broken only by her high-heeled sandals.
“God, I can’t believe I’m actually considering this. I must be out of my
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mind.”
“It may be the only way to figure out who’s trying to screw up your career,” Del supplied.
“Which is the only reason I’m considering it.”
“Would you feel more comfortable if I showed you the room and all the places Del can hide in order to catch this bastard?”
Del sent him a knowing smile.
She nodded. “I’m not sure this will work, but maybe, seeing the room, something will occur to me.”
“You two come up with the plan and let me know. I need to get back to my…company.” Del clapped him on the back, kissed Shanna’s hand again and disappeared upstairs.
In charged silence, Alejandro led Shanna down a hall and up another set of stairs that led to the play rooms. At the second door on the left, he paused and eased it open into a dark room.
Beyond the handful of comfortable chairs and a long, cushy sofa, lay the far corner of the room, which comprised the stage, currently devoid of guests. The muted lights in that corner shined down on a sleek bed with four chrome posts and matching restraints.
“Oh.” Her voice fluttered beside him.
Alejandro would bet this week’s take that Shanna was envisioning herself on that stage, her pussy shoved full of his cock—and a rapt audience watching. He’d bet next week’s take that she was more aroused than she’d ever been.
“Other members sit here or look through the windows at the far end of the room and watch the scene. From the clip you showed me, I suspect your blackmailer sat in the room, here.” Alejandro pointed to a small chair in the shadows, a mere three feet from the end of the bed.
“He either used a zoom lens or moved the chair closer to the bed to get the tight penetration shots. But we won’t know for sure until we catch
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him.”
“I understand.” Her voice trembled even more. Alejandro smiled to himself as he turned