Free A Family Divided (Dividing Line #3) by Heather Atkinson Page A

trick. Come on, let’s get back to our lazy day,” he smiled, holding his arm out to her.
    She smiled back and nestled into him as they returned to the couch, feeling better already.
     
    Alex sniggered as he watched Stephen Strang pound away at a very bored-looking Katia - the blond Slovakian girl who had smiled at him. She ’d quickly got into the routine, learnt it was easier and safer to just do as she was told. Stephen’s fetish was for dressing up as a baby, going as far as to wear a giant nappy, a dummy and a bonnet and Katia seemed to relish spanking him, getting a little of her own back. She was tough and Patti said she showed promise. Katia might be one of the lucky ones who got promoted and helped Patti keep the other girls in line.
    Alex was sat in a secret little cubbyhole of his ‘gentleman’s club’, the room only he, Col and Patti knew existed that was filled with recording equipment and TV screens, linked to cameras in each of the club’s private rooms. He had tapes on each and every one of his clients, just in case they got too big for their boots or he needed to blackmail them into doing him a favour. That had been his main aim in setting up this club, as well as making a pile of money. He had some of the most powerful people in the city in his pocket, and not just men but a couple of women with exotic tastes too.
    “ Look at that, she’s already a professional,” grinned Patti As Katia moaned and shuddered in response to Strang’s cry of pleasure, his scrawny body going rigid over hers. “She should be given an Oscar for that acting ‘cos he’s giving her nothing to work with.”
    Patti took a deep drag on her cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke, causing Alex to grimace.
    “Jesus, get that thing away from me. You might not care about getting cancer but I do,” he frowned.
    “ Alright, keep your fucking hair on,” she scowled although she did retreat to the back of the room. Alex had heard she’d once been a great beauty and some of her clients had been famous actors and rock stars back in the seventies, but now she was just another haggard, overweight woman. To look at her she could have been someone’s benign grandmother with her flowery dresses, silvery hair pulled back into a bun and rosy cheeks. She constantly carried a patent beige handbag, Hyacinth Bouquet style, slung over her left wrist, complemented by a pair of pristine white gloves. However Patti was a formidable, foul mouthed woman who could floor any man with one punch. The girls were terrified of her, except for the blessed few who helped her run the place. To them she was benevolent and very generous, bestowing her years of wisdom on them and ensuring they weren’t short of a few bob. It seemed Katia was to become one of that elite. Alex loved to watched Katia on the monitor, her body was phenomenal. She was almost as tall as he was with the longest legs he’d ever seen, fully perky breasts and curvy hips. She brought in a lot of money, her beauty drawing men to her like flies. When Strang got to his feet and started cleaning himself up, she rose too and he couldn’t help but admire how lithe and supple she was, experiencing a twinge of lust but he’d never paid for sex in his life and he had no intention of starting now. Beth briefly flickered through his mind. He’d never considered cheating on her before but there was something about the statuesque blond Slovakian that drove him crazy.
    “ Bloody hell, will you look at that?” smiled Col when Katia bent over to retrieve her panties, giving them a perfect view of her peachy backside. Alex shifted in his seat as he experienced a stirring down below.
    “ So, have you got plans for this tosser?” said Patti, gesturing to the image of Strang, the fag dangling from her lips flapping as she talked.
    “ Oh yes.”
    “ What are they?”
    “ Mind your own.”
    But it wasn ’t Strang who was in Alex’s sights, he was only useful for winding up Rachel and Ryan.