A dark wooden bar

A dark wooden bar faced a handful of tall tables surrounded by equally tall chairs. Silver and I took a pair of seats at one of the tables where Trevor joined us. “What can I get you?” he asked and went behind the bar to fetch the drinks. A dark round DJ sat beside Silver in the fourth chair. He began to babble a low jargon filled rant of work and women. “And a bit of spanking,” he added at the close. Trevor came back with the drinks and shooed the naughty DJ away.

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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