“Baby, no one does that to us and gets away with it.” Dana said with authority, she sipped on her drink as they waited.

Just then, Dana heard a soft painful cry from a few booths away; Tonya moved and looked over, her face turning cold.

“Alice is here.” Tonya said confused and Dana stood, looking in the
direction of the cry to see Alice moving quickly to a dark red headed
figure that was slumped over the table. Alice pushed the woman back,
feeling for a pulse.

The woman was Lara Perkins.

~*~*~*~*~*

Knocking, hard knocking on her door and Susan untangled herself from
Jenny’s limbs, taking a robe that hung at the back of the door and slid
into it. She tied it off quickly and answered the door with her usual
coldness.

“I beg your forgiveness Mistress, but a woman named Dana *****
Fairbanks wishes to see you, immediately.” Susan was taken back, what
was Dana doing here? She was all married and gone from Lara’s life,
what in the world could she want with her?

“Tell her to go ***** her wife.” Susan was about to close the door when
she saw a glimpse of the tall figure that had invaded her home only a
day before, emerald clear eyes flashing as she popped out of reality.
“On second thought.” Susan corrected, “I’ll be right there.”

~*~*~*~*~*

Susan walked out onto the floor, the scent of ***** still clung to her
and she pushed her hair away from her eyes and instantly saw Dana
sitting at a booth. She heard a soft angst filled cry and she found the
source instantly.

Lara.

Susan rushed to the table, her eyes settling in on Alice’s and Alice
shook her head, not knowing what had happened. They didn’t speak. Susan
bent, picking Lara up as if she were made of bamboo, and hoisted her
up.

“To my office, quickly.” Susan ordered and Dana was suddenly in front of them, and Alice pushed past her.

“Get outta the way, Dane.” Alice begged, rushing to the back of the club, Dana and Tonya hot on their heels.

“No, turn right. I have another room” Susan said, Lara’s head resting
on her chest, she was breathing, but barely. Her dark red hair was a
shimmering mane as Susan struggled with her weight, but not letting her
go. Nothing on earth could tear her from her arms at this moment.