He leaned close to my ear. “I can read you well, Jonah Carter.”
I beg to differ.
I watched the stage closest to us, where a topless blonde danced to the latest Madonna song.
“Are you done with your drink?” Eliot asked.
I took a final sip. “Yes.”
“Let’s go, then.”
I followed him deeper into the club through overly-excited men. It seemed that he knew where he was going.
“Do you come here often?” I asked.
“This is my first time, but I got instructions in advance. Oh, here we are.”
We stopped in front of a dim hallway with a row of doors on both sides. Eliot led me to the farthest room and opened the door. Inside, a leather chair sat at the center, with a couch to the side. The air smelled of lavender.
“Sit,” Eliot said.
I sat on the armchair with a sigh, guessing where this was heading. If I was lucky, it would end with a lap dance, but I worried about another blowjob. It didn’t take a village to get me hard, but it had required alotof concentration that time at Pickles.
Eliot stood in front of me, looking down into my eyes. “Do you trust me?”
I didn’t fully, but I nodded, caught in his gaze.
“I’ll be back soon.”
Once he left, I let out a long breath and rubbed my face. Those beautiful moments on the cliff seemed like a summer haze. I wanted to go home, to erase this pointless part from my memory. I didn’t know what I’d done to make him thinkI’d be into getting blowjobs from random girls. Perhaps it was common courtesy in some LA circles.
A few minutes later, Eliot returned. I straightened, expecting a girl to follow him inside, but Eliot didn’t return with a girl.
My stomach tightened as the unfamiliar man shut the door behind him, looking a few years older than me. He was blond and very tan, his shirtless body gleaming with oil.
“Uh, Eliot…”
He came to stand behind me, his hands on my shoulders. The room was quiet enough for me to hear my rapid heartbeat.
“This is Jack,” Eliot said. “For the time being, Jonah, Jack is yours.”
“What? I don’t—”
He leaned down and whispered, “Didn’t I say I can read you well? Let me give you this.”
I couldn’t speak or think. My eyes followed Jack as he walked to a panel on the wall. Seconds later, the silence was replaced by soft electronic music. Jack stepped closer, his muscles shifting underneath his glittering skin.
He stroked my cheek and smiled, a wet dream of a man.
“I—I’m not sure,” I stammered.
“He’s shaking,” Jack said in a southern accent. I wondered if he’d come to LA to become an actor.
“Then it’s up to you to make him relax,” Eliot said.
Jack nodded and took a step back. He began to move his body in sync with the music, slowly removing the rest of his clothes until he remained fully naked.
Eliot leaned to raise my hand, placing it against Jack’s smooth and oily chest. I swallowed, even though my mouth was dry, andslowly ran my palm across his firm pecs. My erection pressed stubbornly against my jeans as Jack undulated his body like a snake, his arms above his head.
