“Do not ever darken our door step again” Shane warned, as she felt a
hand at her waist, tugging her gently back to reality. Shane felt the
soft snap inside of her, she blinked to clear her head. Shane turned,
thinking it was Tina, but it was Jo. Jo and her clear head, dark blue
eyes and shimmering skin.

“Chere stop.” Jo ordered, letting her steely blue eyes dive deep in
Shane, and Shane let out a soft audible sigh as Jo soothed her soul
with just a look, calming the fires that brimmed within. “Go to Tina
now.” Jo ordered in her accent tainted voice, and Shane moved out of
Jo’s arms, and into Tina’s.

Tina wrapped her arms around Shane, ushering Shane into the office
quickly, tossing a longing look at Bette, because she’d wanted to say
so much more. But she needed to tend to Shane, and whatever Jo Wheaton
had done to her. And to reward her. Shane’s swift and savage
intervention when Bette had shoved her was breathtaking in quickness
and ferocity. Tina felt her nipples harden, her clit throb, at such raw
power yielding to her hand.

Bette watched them go in utter astonishment, enraged at her
powerlessness, and aching at the sight of Tina caring for someone else.
She knew she had no right to be jealous but she was. She had no right
to judge Tina and she had. And she wasn’t finished yet. This was NOT
right, and she was going to make it right, no matter what.

Jo waited until they were gone, she turned to Bette giving her the
quick once over. So this was the woman, the woman that had broken and
bent Tina. The woman had had turned her from wimp to mistress in a day.
“You are most welcome to stay,” Jo offered, with the wave of a hand,
“explore, learn where Tina’s path has driven her. You shall not have
the pleasure of her audience again, or of Shane’s. Not in my club, not
in Twilight, you are to steer clear of them both. They are under my
protection, Tina and especially Shane.” Jo turned and washed her eyes
over the table, “Ivan.” Jo nodded and Ivan nodded back, the table
stared at Ivan collectively.

Ivan decided he should explain. “She’s a client.” The women’s mouths
all dropped, “For cars.” Ivan corrected and Kit put her hand to her
chest, feeling her heart thumping hard there, and said in a quiet voice.