My favorite bouncer is working the door tonight. “Hey, Gus.”
“Hey, man,” he says, grinning. We briefly bump shoulders in a manly hug. “It’s busy tonight.”
“Room for one more?”
“Always.” He looks over his shoulder. “You can just go in.”
“Thanks.” I slap some cash into his hand and walk through the door.
Inside, Segreto is an experience. From the entry, there’s a small foyer with a desk and two attractive people behind it. I’ve seen the blond man, Silk, more than once, and he nods in recognition.
“Welcome,” Silk says. “You can go in.”
“No cover tonight?”
“Nah. We close in two hours.”
“Cool.”
I slip behind the curtain into a whole new world, far away from the gritty city on the other side of the door. In here, the world is soft, sensual, and very sexy. The space isn’t huge, but it’s a nice balance of having plenty of people inside without ruining the vibe. I look around for the table I like and see two men sitting there. That won’t do.
I approach them as they talk between sets. One guy notices me and sits back, his guard visibly going up.
“I want to sit here.”
Both men look at me and then at each other. “I didn’t see your name on the table,” the second man says. As he gets to hisfeet and faces me, his bravado drops quickly. I’m several inches taller and obviously not afraid of him. “Uh, I must have overlooked it. Come on, Steve.”
They scramble away and I take one of the chairs and sit. A server hustles over and wipes the table clean.
“What can I get you, Specter?”
“Gin on the rocks. Best you’ve got.”
“Right away.”
Before the server can get away, I grab his wrist. “Is Cashmere working?”
He smiles. “Yes. He’ll be out in a few minutes.”
I nod and release the server. While I wait, I survey the club. It’s dotted with small round tables made of black wood and velvet seating in burgundy. The bar dominates the space, large, ornate and dark, and it’s where the majority of customers sit. But this is the table with the best view of the stage. It’s the closest I can get to my obsession.
My server returns with my drink, and I let him know to keep them coming. I can handle my liquor and everyone here knows it. They treat me with kid gloves, without knowing that unless they end up on my boss’s hit list, I would never hurt any of them. I don’t have time for side quests.
I take a sip of my drink, enjoying the burn of it as it glides down my throat. The only thing that would be better is sinking my dick into a nice tight ass, but I doubt that will happen tonight. Not here. If I can’t have Cashmere, I won’t bother. I’d never let him see me pick up someone else. As far as he knows, I’m completely celibate and waiting for him. If he gives a fuck. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t.
While I wait for his show to start, I pull my phone from inside my coat and send the pics to the boss. Shadow responds quickly, like he always does, with a thumbs-up. He’ll take it from there. Sometimes we clean up our own messes, sometimes we get creative, and sometimes we leave them in a dirty alley. Whatever the boss tells us to do, whatever the client ordered, is whatwe do. I usually get the targets that have been harder to corner. I’m known for my stalking abilities, lingering in the shadows but showing up just enough to fuck with the target’s head.
As I tuck my phone away and lean back in my seat, the music changes and the MC, a drag queen named Geraldine, steps onto the stage to the applause of the gathered crowd.
She’s here the most, and I find her amusing with her racy humor and over-the-top appearance. She looks like a huge, bloated Barbie—apparently the exact look she’s going for.
“You’ve been waiting all night. Gays and theys, gather round for the spectacular Cashmere!”
Geraldine shuffles off and the lights on the stage dim even more. A song starts playing with a heavy bass that drips sex, and as the curtain parts, he appears under a spotlight, his back facing the audience.
My chest tightens and my cock instantly swells just from the sight of his tight ass. He’s wearing a shimmery silver bodysuit with a fur wrap around his shoulders, and I watch, completely captivated as he shimmies up and down, bouncing his ass in my direction.
Fuck.
