“At your service,” he said, putting his hand out to the side as though presenting himself to us.
“No, we really need to see Kyzer.”
“Are you sure? Discounted rates for Marc today.”
“We’re not looking for a deal.”
“What about just good ol’ fun? Marc’sfreetoday for you guys.”
I glared Kyle’s way, expecting to share my annoyance with him, when he asked, “What’s Marc good at?”
“Jesus fucking Christ. No, take us back to Kyzer.”
“I told you: he’s on the clock.”
“You mean on a cock,” Kyle joked.
“Oh, I like you,” Marc said, batting his eyes at Kyle.
I leaned forward, pressing my palms against the desk and towering over the nuisance. “Listen, kid. Unless you want me to break your face with that tablet and string you up on that rusted cable row machine, you should take us to Kyzer.”
He gulped. “Can we negotiate what you break and what you string me up from?”
Kyle snickered, and I growled, glaring Kyle’s way.
“Come on. He’s funny,” Kyle insisted.
“Funny and willing!” Marc added. “I’m always ready for two, but plan for three. Just sayin’.”
There was too much at stake right now. Too much to manage. We needed to get in and out.
I sighed. “Take us back to Kyzer, and you can fuck my friend.”
Marc bounced up from his seat and hurried us to the back through the empty gym, to a secured metal door.
“His client isn’t anyone hot, right?” I asked, to be sure we weren’t going to get in more trouble by being seen by his john.
“Nah. Clean, no-drama guy, outside of what his wife doesn’t know.”
He entered a code to get in and guided us through a hallway to a dark space in back. This was where the real business was—Kyzer’s illegal brothel. Marc led us through another hallway, where the sound of several patrons being satisfied echoed around. Marc pulled the ring of keys at his waist and used one to open the door.
In a closet of a room, illuminated by a lamp on a nightstand beside a twin-size bed, Kyzer’s john was on his knees, fucking Kyzer missionary style. The sound of squeaking springs filled the air as Kyzer arched his back, moaning and calling out, “Give it to me, Patrick! Give me that hot load!”
“Kyzer, you got some guys scheduled,” Marc said as though this was just business as usual.
Kyzer opened his eyes, assessing Kyle and me before saying in an annoyed tone, “Can’t you see I’m working!”
His john was looking directly at us, eyes wide, mouth agape. I thought he might have been shocked by the interruption, but it hadn’t changed the way he thrust. It took me a moment to figure it out, but the way he breathed and murmured assured me of what he was doing as he jerked a few more times.
“Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Holy—”
He collapsed on top of Kyzer.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” Kyzer whispered before calling back, “Never mind! Think we’re finished up here.”
