No part of this eBook may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information address Sean Michael, 2515 Bank St., P.O. Box 40001, Ottawa, ON, K1V 0W8. Printed in Canada. Previously published by Torquere Press electronic edition / 2012 2nd Edition / May 2015 One for Luck Sean Michael Michael stomped a little on his way up to the door of the Club. He wasn’t sure he fucking wanted to be there tonight. The ER had been insane, the doctors snarling, bitching. And then, just as he was heading home for a long bath and possibly a beer, he’d gotten a message. “I expect you at the club at eight. Don’t be late.” That left him in a quandary -- his shift ended at seven and there was no way he could get home, shave and clean up, and not be late. Asshole. And of course, when he pushed the doors to Shady Business open, the place was fucking busy and everyone was dressed nicely, or you know, in their collar and leash and not much else.
