The Man with 2 Clubs – The Shape of Love Read Online S.E. Law

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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
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“And you give this spice potion to all the girls who come to Deux?”

He nods, his expression somber.

“I know it’s not exactly kosher to drug the women who visit our island, but there’s no other way. We don’t want the ladies to retain any memory of who we are, or what we are. So we brew the spice, and it selectively erases any memories they have of Deux. Literally, I’ve bumped into girls who worked on our island for months, and they didn’t recognize me at all. They definitely didn’t remember that I have two dicks.”

“Because you keep women on the island as your sex slaves,” I say in a slow tone. “To service you and your brothers.”

My husband shrugs, looking a tiny bit uncomfortable.

“Yes. I know it sounds bad, but we can’t go around having girlfriends the normal way. Word would get out about our anatomy, and we’d be screwed.”

“Why, what do you think would happen?” I query. “Newspapers coming to your house? Journalists banging on your door?”

Drake’s expression becomes somber then.

“No. Worse than that. I think we’d be hunted. I think we’d be captured and medically examined to within an inch of our lives. The United States government is ruthless, Straw. They’d likely herd us into an underground bunker or throw us into lock-up at the Pentagon. Then we’d be poked and prodded, forced to give samples, forced to breed, forced to do a lot of things against our will. Our secret would be the death of my people, and it’s better kept just that: as a secret.”

I look at him askance.

“You think the government is that bad? That they’d really do those things?”

Drake nods.

“Maybe I’ve watched too many episodes of the X-Files, but yeah, I think it’s possible. Look at Native Americans, honey. They’re just barely clinging to survival, and you know who’s at fault? The American government. Look at the Tuskegee syphilis experiment, and how many men died despite the fact that penicillin was widely available. The government can be ruthless, Straw. It has a lot of power, and I can’t say that I feel “safe” on a day-to-day basis. I’m not saying that my people will be the target of the next eugenics experiment, but you never know.”

I pause for a moment.

“Yeah, I feel terrible about Native Americans,” I say in a low voice. “I think everyone does. And I agree. The Tuskegee experiment wasn’t that long ago. It only ended in the 1970’s actually.”

Drake nods.

“Medical ethics have advanced a great deal, and there are a lot more safeguards in place now. But my brothers and I have a secret, and we’ve decided that it’s better to keep our anatomy hidden, rather than parading it about. Thus, we take special precautions. We bring women to the island for sexual purposes, and we give them a special potion at the end of their term so that they don’t remember us. But they’re not slaves, Straw. They’re women who’ve signed on to be courtesans, and they live a life of leisure while at Deux. Well, they’re serving wenches as well as courtesans,” he amends. “Some of them can cook really well.”

I giggle.

“Look at you! The way to a man’s heart is truly through his stomach,” I say with a wry smile.

Drake shrugs, pulling me into his lap while nuzzling the side of my neck.

“It is, and your rigatoni Bolognese is amazing, Straw. Where did you get the pasta from last time?”

I laugh while wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders.

“It wasn’t rigatoni, remember? It’s paccheri, which is like a super-sized version of rigatoni. It holds the Bolognese sauce better, and makes for a meaty mouthful.”

Drake growls while seizing my lips in a kiss.

“Don’t even get me started on the words meaty mouthful, Straw,” he mutters hungrily. “I can give you a meaty mouthful anytime you like.”

“Oh you!” I giggle, already breathless from his possession. “But yes, back to these girls. So how do you find them? Where do you get them from?”

Drake breaks off our foreplay reluctantly, stealing another kiss before answering.

“We recruit. Actually, Stone’s coming to the mainland to do some scouting pretty soon.”

“Stone,” I muse, remember the dark-haired leader of the men of Deux. He was gorgeous, with flashing blue eyes and the physique of a gladiator. “But what does he do exactly?” I ask. “Does he go to a coffee shop and start a conversation with random girls? Or please don’t tell me he goes to the local university to recruit pretty co-eds.”

Drake shakes his head.

“We’re debased men, but we’re not that debased. Or at least not yet,” he adds with a grin. “No, Stone works with a couple outfits that find girls for us. One of them is a club on the mainland.”

“Which one?” I ask.

My husband stalls, trying to distract me by running a big finger along the inside of my thigh. My pussy quivers, but I slap one hand down to prevent him from going higher.


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