Five minutes later, he came out of the bathroom and reminded her, “You have thirty minutes starting now.”
Rachel jumped up from the bed and ran to for the bathroom. She liked long showers and knew thirty minutes to get ready would be pushing it.
When Rachel got out of the shower, she found clothes lying on the bed for her, so she dressed in what was there. Leaving the room, she found Craig waiting in the living room. “Only ten minutes late, not bad. We’ll add that to the punishment I owe you from last night and deal with it later,” he told her as he pulled her to him for a kiss. Grabbing her hand, he led her to his truck and helped her in.
When he got in, she looked at him excitedly and said,” So where are we going?”
“First I thought we would go for brunch, then how do you feel about going to some of the museums? Sadie has a few prints in a gallery I thought we could stop at.” Sadie was an aspiring artist and the sub-wife of Dave and Evan, two of the owners of the club.
“That sounds like fun. I’d love to see some of Sadie’s work. She talks about it, but I’ve never seen anything she’s done. I love the museums, this should be great.”
They went to several museums and wandered around, then having a late snack, decided to go the gallery to see Sadie’s work. Sadie was there with both her men, and they all decided to go for a nice dinner then head back to the club.
As they were leaving the restaurant, a man grabbed Rachel’s arm. She stopped so quickly that Craig, who had been walking slightly behind and beside her, almost ran into her. “I think you dropped this, Ms. Greene,” he said to her, handing her a wallet.
“I’m sorry, that’s not mine,” Rachel answered, looking at the wallet. It looked like hers, but she had left her wallet at the club that morning.
“Are you sure? It has your identification in it,” the man said.
Rachel took the wallet and looked inside it, and it did have her driver’s license and other things in it.
“Thank you…” she said, feeling at a disadvantage since he knew her name and she didn’t know his.
“Mike Hawkins. Glad to be able to return it to you,” the man said.
“Thank you, Mr. Hawkins. This my friend, Craig Michaels. Thank you again,” Rachel said, introducing Craig.
Craig held his hand out to the man, and they shook, then he laid his hand low in the middle of Rachel’s back and walked her out of the restaurant.
“I didn’t think you had your wallet,” he said to her as they walked out.
“I didn’t either. I thought I le
ft it at the club, but this has my ID and things in it, and it does look like mine,” Rachel said, shaking her head, confused.
“We’ll check when we get to the club. I’m sure we’ll figure it out,” Craig told her as he helped her into the truck.
As they drove back to the club, Rachel thought about the man. Somehow he looked familiar, but she couldn’t place where she knew him from. Opening the wallet, she looked through it and found a folded piece of paper she knew she wouldn’t have put in there.
Looking at the paper, it said, “We know where you live and where you work. This isn’t done yet, bitch.”
She must have made a strange noise, because Craig pulled the truck over and asked, “What’s wrong, what did you find?”
Rachel showed him the note, and he said, “There’s more to this. When we get to the club, we will talk to Evan. He’ll know what to do.” He gave her a hug, and they drove the rest of the way to the club.
When they got to the club, Craig pulled Evan aside, not wanting to frighten Sadie, and told him what had happened.
While Craig was talking to Evan, Rachel ran to their room to check her purse. She wanted to see if her wallet was in it and if anything else was missing. The door to the suite didn’t look like it had been tampered with, but Rachel couldn’t tell for sure.
She went straight for her purse, and it wasn’t where she thought she had left it. When she finally found it after looking several places she usually left it, it was open and her wallet was not in it. Nothing else seemed to be out of place, but nothing felt right either.
Rachel paced the suite until Craig came back from talking with Evan. She told him what she had found and continued pacing. Chewing her bottom lip, she said, “I don’t understand. No one can get in here but the cleaning crew, and they’ve all been checked out by Evan. What the hell is going on?”
Craig snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her down to sit in his lap. “Don’t worry about it. Evan has cameras everywhere, and if anyone can figure this out, he can. We’re going to let him do his job. Now, I want you to change into clubwear, we are still going to meet Sadie and Dave and play for a while. Sadie wants to celebrate the birth of Devan, and we aren’t going to disappoint her. Let’s go find you something to wear.”
Craig took her into the bedroom and chose an outfit for her. Taking her in his arms and placing a bruising kiss on her lips, he slapped her on the ass, and said, “You have ten minutes, then the punishments start. I still owe you one from yesterday and one from this morning, don’t think I forgot,” he said, grabbing what he was going to wear out of the closet and going into the bathroom to change.
Rachel sat on the bed, thinking for a few minutes before she grabbed her clothes and started to change. She hadn’t paid any attention to what Craig had chosen and saw that he had grabbed a very short black leather micro skirt and a tight, red satin, midriff-cut tank top. There was no underwear, so if she sat or bent over, everyone would get a show. The top was tight, and with her large breasts, they spilled over the top, almost showing her nipples. It was hard for her to believe that she used to wear things like this every night. She hadn’t worn any of her clubwear in a year and was surprised it fit.