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"The Depression hit theuess they had a bi-weekly poker club for a few years in the 50s and 60s, complete with cocktail servers who dressed like Playboy Bunnies Who knohat else went on in the private rooms? They turned the hotel side into a flophouse in the 70s and 80s during the oil booy bust, that side sat idle until Cody and Trace’s dad retired and moved to Arizona"

"And yet the Rawhide Bar survived?"

"Mostly because it is a regular local bar that anyone can wander into and buy a drink The club part is completely separate"

Ainsley pulled her coat around her skimpy clothes "And who makes up the majority of the members?"

"A few locals Most are from out of town Some from out of state"

"How do potential new members hear about this place?"

"It’s not easy, since n a bunch of privacy and nondisclosure forers of clubs like this in other parts of the country Soht be a good fit for the club Then Murphy investigates theht In the last two years we’ve gained thirty newat the town diner that he saw Betty Sue getting screwed silly by a hed "Not in the six years we’ve been here But there are stringent rules, because a place like this is so hard to find, especially in rural America The members are very protective of this place and the people they’ve connected with here I know several feer or a whip, but they haven’t exchanged last na of personal inforreed upon And then only if Murphy is aware they’ll beoutside the club There isn’t a lot of bullshit because all the "

"Which is?"

"Sex with varying levels of kink Sex without strings"

Ainsleyuide, breaking down every single thing and providing historical footnotes" Layla struck a pose "And here we have a spanking bench covered in the softest cowhide Look at the manacles, lined with rich Cordovian leather Only the best at the Rawhide Club"

"Did you notice the words to that TV ditty are kinda dirty?" Ainsley belted out, "Head ’eroaned "I alad there’s no karaoke at this place"

She smirked "Let’s mosey on in and find us a cowboy to ride until our hides are raw"

Chapter Three

Ben was conteht his eye He swiveled on his barstool to watch the siren in the silk kiht had just ie of her barstool, every inch of her so priers itched to muss her up

After he watched her for a few minutes, he asked Murphy, "Who is the hot nuel," rolled off his tongue Perfect na his beer, he focused entirely on her Lush body, lush mouth Great smile Expressive eyes She was off-the-scale sexy in his opinion So why the hell was the wo? Not a subtle one, but a sleekly styled black wig, the last inch of hair dyed candy-apple red Was she trying to look dangerous? Hip? Naughty?

Be interesting to coax the truth fro extraction techniques popped into Ben’s head

Sheat her because she turned and aze head on Their eyes re aze--as he was accustomed But she returned his intense eye-fuck full bore until Layla demanded her attention

Holy shit Disot, especially not in here And that intrigued the hell out of him Casually, he said to Murphy, "Introduce hed "She’s not for you"

"Why not? Has she already picked soht?"

"Not exactly"

Ben faced Murphy "Then exactly what’s the problem?"

A devious suest?" Ben frowned

"Nope"

"She’s here as special entertainer cities had thehts where members dressed up Cody and Trace had threatened to try it at the Rawhide, but Ben secretly didn’t believe that’d fly in Gillette, Wyoain, he hadn’t been around to voice his opinion in the last month

"No," Murphy said "And she’s not here to bartend, waitress or clean the bar"