Sebastian Sorensen, Hollywood’s leading music composer and producer, from the upcoming novel The Protégé by Kailin Gow, visits Dolls & Doms while in Las Vegas, overseeing the opening of his Vegas show, Rock Hard, Love Hard, his first edgy musical. He’s never paid for services before, but tonight, he was in that kind of mood. Like they said, when in Vegas…
Price Turnsby, from The Protégé, a self-made billionaire playboy financier, with a dark side to him, is in search for a new sub. Despite everything he’d done, despite all the gifts and pleasure he’d showered on his last one, he couldn’t find anyone who came close to replacing her, his angel. Perhaps he would find someone already trained and ready for him here at Dolls & Doms. It wasn’t his kind of scene. However, he’d heard from a trusted source that men of his position and stature - other billionaires came here. Was this place really a place just for show or did it offer more?
Takes Place a Year Before The Protégé
“Make a turn here, Sir?” the limo driver asked as they crept slowly down an empty street a block away from the strip.
Price Turnsby, glanced out the window with discerning eyes. He didn’t like what he saw. Could it be this was the famous Dolls and Doms Gentleman’s Club he’d heard so much about?
He couldn’t believe this would be the place he might find his next sub, but then again, he found his angel shivering on the streets as a homeless waif, sweet and innocent at first, and then when they got to know each other, she became his equal in many ways, especially in bed. Just thinking about her, made him hard. “Dammit, it’s been an entire year,” he muttered to himself. She still affected him like no other. He trained her so well…too well, taught her to be men’s ultimate fantasy, including his. She could be and would become almost anyone or anything a man so desire. Now she was gone. If he can find anyone remotely resembling her, then making a trip out here would be worth it, even at a place reeking of neon lights and cheap vinyl tablecloths. “Turn in,” he said.
“Are you sure?” the limo driver asked, sounding very much like a butler instead of a driver. “There are other gentleman’s clubs on this street. Perhaps more suitable for you.” The driver’s grey eyes assessed Price’s expensive suit from the rear view mirror.
Price couldn’t agree with him more and decided to cut to the chase. He was a busy man. He didn’t have time to waste. He was used to getting his way, used to getting things done, without question. “Take me to the one they called, Dolls and Doms.”
“Of course,” the driver said, turning the limo around to drive in another direction. They drove through dark alleyways and down a street with graffiti-covered walled buildings, and through industrial warehouses where most of the Vegas gentlemen’s clubs were located. The driver glanced over his shoulders at the young man in back. He wasn’t going to argue with this one, but he had to let him know. Even he didn’t know exactly where Dolls and Doms was located. It was that discrete, and being a resident of Las Vegas, he never partook in all the touristy activities that gave Sin City its name.
Despite this young man’s golden looks and pretty boy features, he sat fully in command, while checking his phone for messages. “Sir, the Dolls and Doms…I heard it’s actually being renovated and had taken up residence at another establishment. I’m not sure where. I could ask one of my colleagues…”
Price looked at the last text message that flashed across the screen.
SHE’S THERE. DOLLS & DOMS.
Price couldn’t believe his luck. Angel was here in Vegas. His hunch was right. At Dolls & Doms of all things. He would search high and low for that place now that he knew he could see her there. He glanced outside and saw a glittering gold and white building he knew was definitely a gentlemen’s club and another that looked like a swanky nightclub just outside the window. “Welcome to Vegas,” he smiled to himself. He wasn’t afraid of a little adventure. He wasn’t afraid of anything. The anticipation of seeing her again, made his chest puffed out higher, his chin tilt up, and his eyes narrowed in cool confidence. She was the ultimate sub to his dom, and she made him feel powerful, complete. A dom without a sub was unnatural. He needed to be made whole again.
“Turn in to both of them,” he told the driver.
The limo drove to the front of one of the clubs, and Price stepped out. He could sense she was here somewhere. His skin tingled, and he was instantly aroused by the smell of her. He’d known her for years in every way possible, knew every single part of her, kissed every pore of her flawless skin, touched every strand of her silky beautiful hair. As soon as he walked in, he turned heads. He was a strikingly handsome tall young man in his late twenties with close crop blond hair and steely blue eyes. He was wearing one of his Italian grey silk suits, custom made to his height and built. His shoulders were broader than most European cut suits allowed, his biceps larger than the sleeves, yet his waist slimmer than a man with a muscular build like his. Men who wore suits with his large shoulders and arms, usually had a beer belly that went with it. In his case, his stomach was flat as a washboard, which tapered down to tight buttocks and equally toned legs. Thanks to his disciplined regiment of working out, eating right, and healthy living; he was as fit as the best trainers he’d hired to whip him into shape.
Being fit suited his lifestyle well. He was a self-made man whose appetite for success was equal to his appetite for good fucking. As beautiful as a blonde stallion, he fucked like one, too. Insatiable. Driven. Way too cocky with the knowledge that women valued him as a prize. Especially the wealthy ones who were his patrons when he needed funds to build up his empire. From the get go, he had never had any issues attracting women. They came unto him like bees to honey, sometimes not even minding sharing him with each other. He never minded all that. He enjoyed it way too much, in fact, all the while he built up his health and fitness empire.
Until he found her, his innocent angel, one night, shivering in the cold near the back of one of his office buildings. He was surprised to find she was nineteen, but seemed younger, the way she was so thin and scared. Homeless and starving, he took her in, fed her, gave her healthy supplements, warmed her up with a bath, dressed her in soft lingerie, and fell asleep next to her without having sex with her. That was a first.
He woke up, proud of himself for not ravishing her, as he would all women found in his bed.
That resolve fell through when he saw the lily-like birthmark on the curve of her hips. It was the most sensual thing he’d ever seen, and he wanted to bite it. Which he did. Hard.
What came next, surprised him…immensely. Her response to him was immediate. Half asleep, she let out a quick sharp groan, which faded into a soft sensual moan, as he licked her burning skin with his tongue, soothing it like a cooling balm. She arched her back, as she turned over to him. The fire and desire that burned in her beautiful green eyes overwhelmed him. She wanted more. A lot more.
Thus began the transformation of the angel to the tiger lily.
Something was happening on stage. A fight had broken out, and there was a man on the ground, wincing. Three other men were standing around him.
Price walked closer to the stage. All eyes were on what was happening on stage now. He recognized a few of the people around…celebrities and high profile men he’d seen either at social functions or on the cover of magazines.
But Price’s attention was on the men on stage. He recognized them from some of his higher end gyms. Producers and directors…people in the entertainment industry. The man on the ground looked very familiar as well.
When the men helped him up so he was standing upright, Price got a clear look at him and stood still. Strikingly handsome with jet black hair and blue eyes, a strong chin and jaw line. Was his nemesis’ son, Sebastian Sorensen. Kaiser Sorensen’s wayward son and heir to the Sorensen’s vast wealth and empire.
Price moved back away from the glaring lights of the stage so he was hidden in the dark. What was Sorensen doing here? Why was he in a fight with men, who were supposedly his friends?
“I don’t know what’s gotten into him,” a young man who was standing off the stage on a phone was saying. “Yeah, he’s going to be taken off from the rest of the tour. Must be the stress and lack of sleep. Never saw Sorensen act this way before. He even went on stage and almost began having sex with one of the performers, right on stage! No, he didn’t, but he almost. Was she hot? What kind of a question is that? Yes, she was. You know Sorensen has standards. This one was incredibly hot in her white innocent angel-like costume. Boobs jutting out, and man, every man in the room was turned on by her! No, someone new on stage…wore a large white lily in her hair, made her looked exotic but sweet at the same time. What a combo! But Sorensen had more sense than to actually go onstage. Well…he had some…”
Price didn’t wait to hear anymore. His angel, his lily was here, and this man…Kaiser’s son, had touched her. Price narrowed his eyes at the well-built Sebastian Sorensen, sizing him up from head to toe. “Watch your back,” he muttered, before he left. But he didn’t have time to follow up on that threat…Lily was here, and he had to go find her.
This is a background story on Sebastian Sorensen and Price Turnsby, from The Protégé by Kailin Gow, now available on Amazon.com!