T.J.'s Triangle, Chapter one re-write

Chapter 1

T.J. glanced at the gun on her desk. The safety was on because it was there for intimidation purposes only.  She sat behind the richly carved oak desk in her office located between T.J.'s Restaurant and Club Live Wire. The hallway connecting the two business' also held two other offices, restrooms and a break room for the employees. The restaurant was fun but the club was her enjoyment. It was 9 p.m. on a Thursday night. The restaurant was closing and Club Live Wire was just starting it's opening show. The 60-inch television on the wall to her left was tuned into the weather channel. A tropical storm was in the Atlantic, but projected to travel up the East Coast.  One level two hurricane was working its way across Cuba and headed into the Gulf of Mexico, projected path was straight for the point of Texas. They would have to keep an eye on that one. Hurricane's tended to go where they wanted to after they hit the warm waters of the Gulf. This was only September and the fifth hurricane. With two months still to go in the season,  it was likely there would be at least one or two more.  She scribbled a note on the legal pad as a reminder to tell her managers to check with all the employees to make sure they were prepared. They also needed to remind everyone the condo building she owned on the mainland was a safe place to go to incase of evacuation of the beaches.

T.J. picked up the two fingers of whiskey in front of her and took a sip.  Normally she would be doing paperwork, but tonight was for a hobby she had started in her Junior year in Law School. Tonight two young men's lives were about to change.

Leaning back in her office chair she picked up the manila folder off her desk. When she had been in Law School the hobby of going over old cold cases of people who had gotten charged with something and then disappeared had  become a favorite pastime. She  studied the cases. If she found something wrong with the way they had been handled, she used her P.I. skills to find the people, and get the case taken care of. It was her own personal adrenaline rush.

One of the cases from the past had surfaced showing her runners as working in her own club, two men who had been accused of stealing from an influential business tycone. She had done her extra background check and what she found excited her. Now all she had to do was convince them to let her help and she was very good at this part. She used what she knew about the people. Things no one else had taken the time to find out. She had been watching her targets for the past two days. Another P.I. followed them when they were not at work. Their names had popped up on her ever running search engine. Ken, a waiter in the restaurant, was laid back and always tried to help when he could. He attempted to make his customers and his fellow employees feel better. T.J. found him adorable to watch. There was an innate politeness and gentleness about him. A few times though she had seen a sadness and a loneliness in his face. He also always deferred to Luke Black, his best friend, when they were together.

Luke, a waiter at Club Live Wire, was going to be the problem. The man tended to stand back and watch, analyzing everything, He helped where he could, but he had the knack of reading his customers to give them the attention they needed. He had a sexy way of smiling and getting each customer to open up. Jamerson her head bouncer and Head of Security for her business'. had said the man's tips tended to be very high. Jamerson had done some checking for her also. The two men were subs and visited a couple of clubs in the next city over, which tended to mostly gay men and their kinks. They were bi-sexual, a fact confirmed by Jamerson.  Both men were being brought to her office, because she was ready to take their case, whether they wanted her to or not.

When there was a knock at the door, T.J. downed the rest of her drink, picked up the small Glock she had set on her desk, pointed it at the door and said, "Come in." The door opened. Ken Mason walked in followed by Jamerson the club bouncer. Three steps into the room, Ken stopped short, making Jamerson bounce pushing him forward. "Please come in Ken," T.J. said with a smirk, waving the gun toward one of the high back chairs in front of her desk. "We are going to have a little talk. Before you sit down please remove your shirt and belt. Also, undo the top button on your slacks. You can fold them and hand them to Jamerson." T.J. had said it as a command and not a request. The man's face had lost some color, but he only hesitated a few heartbeats  before he started to unbutton his uniform white dress shirt.

Ken stood still, his eyes glued to the gun in the owner's hand. He had never met the lady but had seen her walking through the restaurant a few times. She had always smiled and greeted him cordially. His friend Luke Black, a waiter in the club had mentioned her a couple of times. They both thought she was hot .... too hot for them to handle or have a chance to get to know better. Now he was worried. The last time someone had pointed a gun at him he thought he was going to jail. It had only been by a fluke of luck that he and Luke had gotten away. That had been five years ago near the Keys in Florida. They had moved around but decided to stay in the State because they thought they knew how to hid best here. He swallowed hard, because it appeared they had been wrong.

Ken started to slowly unbutton his white dress work shirt and remove it, folding it carefully and handing it to the bouncer.  He took off his t-shirt and handed it to the bouncer also. The woman's eyes raked over him, increasing the flow of blood south of his belt.  He reached for his belt and slide it out of the loops, putting it in the bouncers outstretched hand. He tried to hold eye contact but the woman's eyes were too intense. His eyes slide to the floor as he unbuttoned his pants. Receiving a nod, he sat down in the chair rubbing his palms on his thighs. Within a few seconds his hands were pulled behind him and steel maniacal were fastened on tightly, not tight enough to cut off circulation, but he definitely wasn't going anywhere. Sitting as straight as he could he tried unsuccessfully to hold eye contact. As she lowered the gun to her desk he noticed the safety was on. He unconsciously shook his head. He would never hear the end of it from Luke. With the solid bouncer standing  behind his chair he wouldn't have had a chance to escape, even if he had thought about trying.

T.J. looked over Ken's head and nodded. Jamerson left to retrieve the other part of their little party. She held up her hand when Ken was about to say something, "Hold that thought sweetness. We are waiting for your friend." She tried not to chuckle when Ken's face blanched worse. He knew he and Luke had been found out. They both were marvelous eye candy. At 28 years old, Ken stood 5 ft. 11", six inches taller than her. His dark brown wavy hair hung just short of his ears curling at the ends. A few wisps of the fine strands fell over his forehead.  He had expressive dark brown eyes almost black. She knew he worked out, probably with Luke, because they both sported a solid six-pack, muscular legs and arms. When he had dropped his eyes the information she had on him was confirmed. T.J. poured herself another drink watching Ken squirm in his chair. She kept her eyes on him and made no attempt to hide her interest in his body. Five minutes later there was another knock at the door. She picked up her gun again, pointed it at the door and said, "Come in."

The opening show had just started when Luke was tapped on the shoulder by he bouncer. He was informed he was needed in the Manager's office. The hair on the back of his neck bristled. Something was wrong but he couldn't run because he had no idea if Ken had left for their apartment yet. He wouldn't leave his best buddy behind. Luke followed Jamerson out the side door of the Club and down the hall, which connected the Club with the Restaurant, stopping in front of a door marked, T.J. Ferguson, Owner. Luke had hoped to be dressed in more appropriate clothes when he talked with the lady face to face for the first time. Being dressed in the club uniform of a man's leather jockstrap with a front and rear fourteen inch loan cloth was not his idea of how he wanted this to go. Luke stood in front of the door with Jamerson slightly behind him. The bouncer reached around and knocked.

When they heard permission to enter Luke turned the door knob and stepped into the office. He froze three steps in. He noticed three things simultaneously. His boss was holding a gun on him and the safety was on.  Also Ken was restrained with his hands cuffed behind a chair. Luke threw his elbow back hard into Jameson's ribs and stood in front of Ken. His back was to his friend because he had to keep an eye on the woman and the bouncer, both of which had not moved. "Get up Ken. We need to get out of here."

Ken tried to rise but he couldn't get his arms from behind the chair. Luke kept one hand ready to fight and reached behind him to grab Ken's bicep to help him up. He quickly discovered, that was not going to work because the back of the chair was too high and would not let Ken get the balance he needed to stand.

Ken had kept his eyes forward. He knew who was walking in the door. He heard a slight scuffle and realized Luke was quicker at reacting then he had been. Ken looked up when Luke's by came between him and the view of the lady. He tried to do what Luke said, but he couldn't get his balance to get his arms over the back of the chair, even with Luke's help. He whispered, "I can't get up Luke. You leave. Get away please. " Luke had turned his head to look at him and shook it a couple of times. Slowly Luke lowered his hands and stood up straight. Jamerson quickly threw him into a chair set very close to Ken's and roughly handcuffed handcuffed his hands behind him. The bouncer also punched him in the arm, a punch Luke would be feeling for a while. Ken glanced sideways and saw the questioning look on Luke's face as he looked at him once and then stared at the lady behind the desk.

T.J. chuckled as she put down the gun. "I am happy you decided to join us, Luke." The 29-year-old man sat with back straight, his 6'1" frame ridged. His hair was dark blond and his green eyes showed defiance and a bit of fear. He was dressed in his waiter uniform making her hands itch to just touch him. T.J. could see him trying to figure out how bad it had just gotten.  She looked over his shoulder and said, "Jamerson you can leave, I think I can handle these gentlemen."

"Yes ma'am. Call if you need me." Jamerson left and T.J. walked slowly to the front of her desk and sat on the edge. She crossed her arms under her breast, knowing she was showing them off. "Now gentlemen we are going to have a little discussion about your future." T.J. reached around behind her and picked up the folder. Opening it she started. "Kenneth J. Mason," she smiled at Ken as she said his name, "and Lukas R. Black," she said as she smiled at Luke also. "Both wanted for grand theft of well over 250,000 dollars of merchandise from a man called, Markus Robertson Killian of Killian Industries, theft of a vehicle, kidnapping, evading Law Enforcement without violence and bail jumping. Warrants issued five years ago in Key Bisquain, Florida. Where about unknown..." T.J. chuckled, "that is until now, of course." She threw the folder back on the desk, enjoying the quick glances between the men. "From the best I can figure we are talking from twenty-five to forty years in prison, possibly life." She paused to let the information sink in. "I have done a bit more research and find your case very interesting. When I am not here, I am a Lawyer and P.I. Technically I should be calling the police right now, but I wanted to have a talk with you first."

Ken swallowed hard. If the lady turned them in they were looking at some long hard time. He glanced at Luke who was thinking, something he did best. Ken was good at doing what was needed, but Luke did the planning for the two of them. He needed to give Luke time to think and try and read the woman. He cleared his throat and asked in the bravest voice he could muster, "What do you want Ms. Ferguson. We don't have any pay off money to give you, so what are you asking for?"

"Well first you can stop calling me Ms Ferguson. The name is T.J." She stood and walked behind her desk. Opening a drawer she dropped  her gun in the drawer and relocked it. Heading back around to the front she undid the top two buttons on her blouse, stopping behind the two closely placed chairs. She put a hand on each of their shoulders and rubbed small circles. Slowly she rubbed down their arms with the tips of her fingers. When she reached their cuffs she undid them saying, "keep your hands where they are sweet boys. Don't move unless I give you permission." Sliding her hands back up their arms, she stopped at their shoulders and rested her hands at the base of each of their necks, squeezing gently. They were delicious and both were fighting not to react to her administrations.  She leaned forward allowing her hands to slide down their chests. She did not stop until she was able to snake a few fingers under each of their waist bands. Rubbing back and forth she went just deep enough to brush their engorged heads. The gasps which came from each made her chuckle. "Like that do you, sweet boys?" She blew into each of their ears and licked the shells, then nipped the lobes. It was plain to see their cocks, had grown even longer and were tenting their pants.  Bringing her right hand back up she put a finger under the thin leather studded collar Luke was wearing. Putting her face between them she asked so both men could hear, "You taken sweetness or is this just for show?"

Luke was still not sure how screwed they were. He knew the boss lady was not the police, but they could be here within seconds. She was a lawyer so she had some pull with law enforcement. Ken was trying to hold it together but he was only a hairs breath away from falling apart. He had to take the chance and tell a lie. If he was correct, his boss was a Mistress. It could mean punishment, but at the moment he would take that instead of going to jail. "I'm taken, Mistress."

T.J. nodded. Slowly shook her head and patted Luke's shoulder hard enough to cause a sting. "No sub, lies are not going to be allowed from this moment on. Now give me the club name of your Master or Mistress," she said as she roughly pulled on his collar, twisting it slightly. The collar was generic.

Luke fought the choking reaction of his body to the hard twist of the collar. "Don't belong to any one club. Go to several depending on my mood." Luke said, looking straight forward and swallowing hard. That falsehood had not worked so he tried another tactic. He could only be punished so much.

A look at Ken showed her he was trying very hard not to give away the fact that Luke was telling a lie. "You are not a very good liar, Luke. You ever been told that." She removed the collar and threw it on her desk. With a hand around the front of his neck, she squeezed his Adam's apple to let him know she was getting angry. "I will apologize to anyone who you can produce who might have a claim on you. Tonight I am claiming you both." This time she let out a full laugh as both men jumped and evidence of their arousal was plain between their legs. "Ah I see we are going to be able to come to a quick understanding. You see I have a knack of really being able to dig deep into the criminals I am interested in. I know for a fact both of you are innocent of the crime but I haven't decided if I am going to help you prove that yet or not." T.J. knew she was going to help them, but she wanted to see how desperate these men were.

Luke fought his bodies reaction to the woman's words, but his body won. He was hard and getting harder. A quick glance at Ken's lap showed him in the same boat. He had to keep trying though to find out what she wanted. "Again we ask, what do you want?"

T.J. leaned forward again letting her hands slide lower, over their six-packs and just shy of toughing the well defined bulges below their waists. She ripped off Luke's loin cloth and undid the  zipper of Ken's work slacks. "I think we can come to an understanding, sub's. In my research I discovered both of you are bicurious so we can play and you can show me how determined you are to be free." She put her face between their heads and glanced back and forth between them. "Oh and the stop-light system works in this office or anywhere we might decide to have some fun. A red," she punctuated the word red with a tug and  twist of a nipple on each of their hard bodies, "from either of you stops what we are doing. The word yellow," again she pulled and twisted a nipple, receiving two very satisfying hisses. "will slow us down a bit, but not stop the play. And a green," T.J. rubbed her fingernail around each of their nipples, "means we get to play and have some fun." Putting a hand under each of their chins and holding their necks at their Adam apples. She pushed up forcing them to tilt their heads back. She asked, "so what color are we subbies? Oh, and I am going to help you no matter what color you decide on." T.J. waited hoping she had not over played her hand.

There was a short non-verbal discussion between the two men. Both took deep breaths and in unison said, "Green." They were panting softly.

T.J. let go of their necks and was happy to see both men drop their chins to their chests.  She stepped away and walked to a small open area in the room. Planting her feet shoulder width apart, arms at her side she said,  "Very good. Please take your positions gentlemen." She snapped the riding crop she had retrieved from her desk and watched as the men hesitantly knelt before her in perfect positions.  They were on their knees, which were spread wide. They sat back on their heels, arms behind them grabbing their elbows with their hands. Their eyes were down but open. Slowly undoing the rest of her blouse buttons  she said, "Look at me, both of you. We are going to play a bit, then we are going to have a bite to eat. After that we are going to get some sleep. Tomorrow morning you both are going to turn yourselves in. A court date will be set and we will prove your innocence of what you have been accused."  T.J. didn't tell them she had already made arrangements to get them bailed out to her. They would be in a holding cell for about six hours and then she would take them to her apartment across the street from the restaurant. "Now stand and strip, both of you."
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