Ishmael flashed an even wider pearly smile, thrusting his hand out. “So nice to meet you, Marcus. Welcome to Lux! I’m Ishmael, the owner.” He made a come hither motion to the men and their entourage. “Come, let me take you to a private room. We can all catch up.”
“Sounds good,” Tiegan said, playing the part for any observers. “Lead the way!”
“Yeah, as long as there’s booze, I’m game,” Marcus replied.
Ishmael led them deeper into the club, stopping in front of a curtain which he pulled back, revealing the door to a lift. He winked at his guests, reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a black keycard with the club’s logo in gold on the front. He waved it jokingly at his guests. “Ta-da,” he said before whisking it through the card reader. The doors to the lift chimed and opened. “After you.”
The group entered the lift.
“I feel like I’m entering Aladdin’s cave,” joked Marcus.
Ishmael laughed. “Well, it is a cave with a secure private entrance, comfortable seating, a television, and only the most top tier selection of alcohol. One of my servers will be down with snacks for later,” he said, waggling his eyebrows. “Not all of it food.”
“I hope my snack has legs that go on for miles, is at least a double D cup, and has lips made for sucking and an ass for fucking,” Marcus said.
Ezra gave Ishmael a nod.
The doors to the lift opened, revealing a hallway that held several doors. Ishmael led the group to one of the doors and pulled out another keycard, using it to unlock the entrance to the party room. The lights came on as they entered, Tiegan and Marcus’ security men going in first.
“You’ll pardon us if we check the room over fist,” Tiegan said dryly as they bean sweeping the room for bugs.
“But of course,” Ishmael replied. “You would be foolish not to.”
“It’s clean,” one of the men said.
Marcus looked at his own man who nodded in confirmation. Marcus relaxed a fraction.
“Now, you’ll, of course, excuse me while Ezra here collects your weapons.”
Marcus nodded at his men as did Tiegan. Ezra patted them down thoroughly, checking for weapons and wires. Ishmael tutted when Ezra found a handgun on one of Marcus’ men.
“A gun? Really? In this country? Leave those at home, please. I don’t need that kind of trouble in my club.”
Tiegan rolled his eyes. “As if you don’t have access to firearms yourself.”
Ishmael looked wounded. “Baseless rumour, I assure you. Now, I’ll see to it that these are locked in the safe in my office here at the club. You can collect them when you leave.”
“Including the gun?” Marcus pressed.
“Especially the gun. Now, I’ll leave you to your business. Ezra will ring you on the internal phone there on the console table to let you know when the server is bringing down your snacks. The food snacks, that is. You can use it to call the VIP bar and have them notify him when you want your other treats and when you’re ready to be seen out.”
“Rick, you can go play bartender,” Marcus said to one of his men, who moved to step behind the small bar.
Ishmael glanced at his watch as the door closed behind him. It was nearly eleven o’clock. He sighed, glancing over at Ezra. “I best go mingle upstairs some more before making my escape. I have a beautiful, naked boy in my bed that I’d rather be enjoying.”
“I’ll alert you if anything needs your attention,” Ezra assured him. Ishmael knew he would.
Just go for a bit to keep up appearances and then you can taste that delicious skin stretched out on the sheets.
He opened the lift with the keycard, stepped inside, and adjusted his burgeoning erection. He’d take care of it soon enough. First, he still had a little work to do.
