A Dangerous Sub (gxg)

Thirty-Four

Joslyn was the first to leave the restroom while the younger woman stayed behind to clean herself up a bit.
During their little session, Joslyn's detective friend tried calling her but neither of the two heard the phone ring but after finding out Jos said she was going to call him back.

Washing the soap from her hand beneath the running water, Amberle gazed at her reflection in the mirror—  her mind flashed with the things she and the woman did and a smile stretched across her lips. Joslyn allowed her to top her even though it was for a few short minutes. It was nice watching the woman on the receiving end from time to time.

The sudden realization that Jos promised to punish the girl for cuming without her permission made her frown. It wasn't said in a playful banter but one of her more serious tones. Amberle didn't mean to do it, but at the height of the moment, it just happened.
Plus it wasn't as if she could've asked either, they weren't the only ones there. The girl imagined how awkward that would've been on the other's part to hear "please miss can I cum" while inside of a women's restroom. She knew she would've been amused hearing it, but different folk, different strokes.

The bar was less lively when Amberle reemerged, people were no longer mingling that much and she decided to go up to the bartender. She looked around the room trying to spot Jos but scowled to herself when she didn't see the familiar blond head in the establishment.

"Hey, did you see a woman, late forties, blonde hair, brown jacket?" She asked the fella who was wiping down the counter and he nodded.

"Yeah, she came for a water, left about three minutes after, didn't even take the water." He pointed at the entrance and the girl followed the direction the buff hand gestured to.

"Thanks a lot,"

She decided not to order anything without the woman and heads for the door.

Once she was outside in the open, Amberle scanned the street and to her dismay, there was no one out there except for a few dudes leaning against the building smoking cigarettes and minding their business. Walking over to them, all three turned to the short brunette and she frowned at the thirsty look two out of the three men gave her.

"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you guys but have you seen a woman, late forties, blonde, wearing a brown jacket?" She questioned and one of them nodded.

"Yeah, she left a few minutes ago her husband seemed pissed," He stated and the girl was taken aback.

Luther knew where they were? Sheesh, that was tough.

"What do you mean?" She was entirely sure the man had no clue, the men were probably mistaken.

"I don't know, I'm assuming it was her husband. He seemed angry at her, even forced her into his car." The guy with the tattooed neck stated and instant Amberle panicked. Her stomach dropped and her head became fuzzy, she backed up a little.

"Did this guy, her husband have a goatee, a-and long hair black hair?" She was hoping to God that it wasn't him but all three of the men nodded.

Amber's heart skipped several beats as she stumbled at the idea of Joslyn being apprehended by Danny. How such a thing was even possible given that the woman's detective friend said he was going to keep an eye on them left her confused and angry.

Reaching into her pocket and pulling out her cellphone, fear shot through her. Amberle scrolled through her contacts. She needed help despite her the individual not being as close anymore. With the phone to her ear, she ran back into the bar her nerves a spiralling mess.