Double Jeopardy
For fifteen years, Cal has been searching for his brother AJ. He's finally tracked down AJ's location, the island of Malory, a place where men live more like animals than humans. But to get AJ off the island, he's going to need the help of an expert tracker.
Cal is convinced that Di, former tracker, now semi-respectable nightclub owner is the only one that can help him, even if it's against her will.
In a society where family is outlawed and sexes aren't supposed to intermingle, things are about to get complicated.
Excerpt
Cal stood outside the Pussycat Female Sex club with a smile on his face. He was about to take a step that men never took. He was going to go inside. He took one last look around the sterile city, the metal buildings that were all the same size and shape. In the sky, the moon, and the twin planet of Ancient Earth glistened in the sky.
Inhaling a deep breath of crisp air, he took a step forward.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The bouncer stepped in front of him, effectively blocking his way. Cal was a big guy but this one was practically a mountain.
"I'm here to see the owner," Cal said.
"Sorry. Call tomorrow during daytime hours. Men don't get in during club hours."
"Perhaps this will change your mind."
Cal pulled out his wallet and began flipping through the large wad of colorful bills. He knew he'd found his way in when the large man's eyes began to sparkle.
Cal held up several large bills. The bouncer snatched them out of Cal's hands, opened up the velvet rope and ushered him inside.
Cal was heading into the lion's den.
As soon as the door opened the pounding base washed over him. So far, it wasn't much different from the Male Clubs where he was supposed to be.
Underground sex clubs were skirting the edge of legality anyway and he was most definitely breaking the law by setting foot in a Female One. Almost a thousand years ago the separations started. Men and women were allowed to meet one another during the day, work together occasionally, but any fraternization with the opposite sex during dark hours was completely forbidden.
But that wasn't stopping him tonight.
The door slammed behind him when he stepped inside.
Instantly his cock began to harden.
Wow.
There were women in just about every state of undress you could imagine. Cal had always considered himself lucky. He was rich enough that he'd broken the rules by buying himself women who would keep quiet plenty of times over the years.
But he'd never seen anything like this.
The club opened into a huge room decorated in black, red and pink. Strobe lights blinked while other lights sent beams of multicolored lights around the room.
He stayed in the shadows. He knew things would change if women noticed him. And he wanted to look his fill.
Keeping to the shadows he moved towards the stage. Sweaty female bodies slid together with the hard thumping music. Directly in front of Cal, two women shared a passionate kiss, their tongues twining together.
"Damn," he whispered under his breath.
He was stuck to his spot as he watched the two women. One blonde and one brunette.
Their tongues still battling, the blonde slid her hands down the front of the brunette, then up under her skirt. The brunette arched backwards, pressing herself into the other woman's hand.
Cal found himself wishing desperately that they'd strip down and start going at in right in front of him, but after a few whispers they turned around and walked off the dance floor hand in hand.
Cal remembered the reason he was there in the first place.
And as he turned around to go find that reason, he came face to face with her.
"I think you're in the wrong place," she said.
She was fucking gorgeous.
Long straight black hair framed a pale face with high cheekbones, dark blue eyes and the most kissable mouth he'd ever laid eyes on. Her body was perfection. She wore a one piece black leather pantsuit that left her shoulders and arms bare and held her breasts up like an offering.
"Cat got your tongue?" She asked.
He shook his head and moved his gaze from those delectable breasts up to her face.
She was smirking.
"I've been looking for you."
Her surprise was obvious.
"You must have the wrong person. Please leave."
She turned and walked up the stairs that lead to the overhead catwalk that circled the dance floor. She obviously expected him to do as he was told.
She was in for a big surprise.
He followed her leather-clad ass up the stairs. It took everything in him not to reach out and grab it. But he didn't.
She whirled on him at the top of the stairs.
"Look mister..."
"Calix."
"Mister Calix."
"No," he said. "Just Calix. But you can call me Cal."
"Calix, Cal, I don't really care what your name is because you have to get out of my club. Now."
She turned around again and began to walk away.
"I need your help Diana."
