Jason drove down La Brea thinking about the last time he had been full on in love. He had had many relationships with women through his adult life, but he had never felt the magic compulsion of  true love like his early teen years with any of them. It was convenient to say the words “I love you” in order to get the woman to give herself and her body with unquestioned willingness. He bonded with them and missed them when they were away, but it wasn’t the same thing. He looked over at Meredith who acknowledged his glance by placing her hand on his thigh and giving a squeeze. Jason decided he had last been truly in love in Junior High School at the age of 13. He was getting that feeling again now as he stared at what he suspected was an emotionally unattainable woman.

            “So where are going?” she asked.

            “Warehouse 27.”

            “Sounds intriguing. What is it?”

            “On the surface, a poker game. But it’s different.”

            “Why are you taking me to a poker game? I’m too drunk to play.”

            “About two years ago a professional dominant thought it would be a cool idea to have poker games for powerful men. And underneath the table, never seen, are slaves who provide oral pleasure throughout the game.”

            “Hmmmm.” Meredith said interested.

“It started small. But when Mistress Kobe started adding a few celebs at the mixer, she started getting players from all walks of life.”

            “Like who?”

            “Mafia. Russian, black and Israeli.”

            “Isnt that dangerous?”

            “Warehouse 27 is a declared DMZ. Truce zone. But the elements heighten the sense of danger for all the straight doctors, lawyers and Indian chiefs who’ve made millions in the business world.”

            “So where do the slaves come from?”

            “That’s the interesting part. The standards for the slaves are just as high as for the poker players. They have to make over 75K a year and be working professionals, be tested for HIV and all the STDs. Basically all these powerful people want to be sucked off by the straight fucks who have S/M fantasies.”

            “Wow. Are there very many of them?”

            “Enough. Maybe a few dozen. Mistress Kobe trains them, she’s brutal.”

            “How do you know her?”

            “I dated her. We met at the old Hard Rock near Cedars. Like most female dommes she wants a personal relationship with a strong male, not a submissive. Submissive men don’t actually turn most women on for fucking.”