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“Who wouldn’t?”
“His name is Thorny.”
“I love his ink,” she said, eyeing his tattoos.
“You want him?” Kingsley asked.
“I might not say no if he offered,” she readily admitted. “If he’s a sub.”
“Oh, he’s a sub. For two thousand dollars.”
“He’s a pro-sub?”
Kingsley shook his head.
“Pro-dom?”
Kingsley shook his head again.
“Pro-switch?”
“He’s a pro...pro. And for two thousand dollars he’ll be almost anything you want him to be.”
Nora’s eyes widened.
“He’s a prostitute?” Nora asked. Kingsley nodded. “The Body House... Bawdy house... King, did you bring me to a brothel?”
Again he nodded.
With her mouth hidden by the fan she whispered a question to Kingsley.
“Why the hell did you bring me to a brothel? I’ve been arrested before, you know. I don’t want to get arrested again.”
She had nothing against sex workers, especially since she was training to be one herself. But kink for money was legal in New York. Sex for money wasn’t.
Kingsley took the leash and put it between her teeth again. Next time they went undercover he could wear the wig and play the sub, and she would stick a leather rope in his mouth.
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