“It isn’t our event.” Julian gave Nick a stern look, as if he was embarrassed to be associated with this arrangement they seemed to have going on tonight, or at the very least, he didn’t want it to be labelled as his idea. They weren’t doing a great job at selling this exclusive shindig, that’s for sure. On the contrary, Julian looked apprehensive about involving me. Whatever. I was here to get laid, and get laid I would.
“It’s an open invitation to a party,” Julian continued. “The Conti brothers are in town, and they’ve brought theirtoysalong for us to play with.”
I don’t know why he didn’t just say that they had women with them, ready to fuck anything with a pulse. Labelling them as toys didn’t change anything. Call a spade a spade, that’s what I always say.
“So, the Cunty brothers are in town? I didn’t realise it was a charity night. Is it to help the cranially challenged or micro penis awareness?”
Julian chuckled, but Nick glared at me and leant forward to speak right in my face over the music, giving me a delightful alcohol-laced spray as he did.
“You’ve got a death wish, Cill. Seriously, if they heard you use that name for them, they’d cut your balls off and stuff them down your throat.”
Like I gave a fuck. I wiped my hand over my face and grimaced back at him.
“Whatever, they’re cunts. The name suits them.” I picked up my glass and threw back a large swig of my whiskey. The burn in my throat helped to drown out the sour taste of the Conti name from my lips.
I didn’t like them. They had zero morals and even less class. I wouldn’t trust them with a pet parrot, let alone the dozens of girls they liked to parade around. They kept them like pets, and surprisingly, the girls seemed to enjoy it. There was no accounting for taste.
“Looks like the penis enlargement pills have worked for you both. You’re even bigger dicks than you were the last time I saw you,” I joked, putting my glass down and making an effort to look uninterested in whatever ‘fun’ they had planned with the Conti’s.
“You’re funny, Cill. No, really, you are,” Nick said, without so much as a smirk. “People say I have no taste, but I’ve always liked you.”
Anyone listening in on our conversation would think we hated each other. But this was just our way. We always took the piss whenever we got together. We didn’t take ourselves too seriously. How could we when we frequented a place like this for kicks?
Nick and Julian were good guys. Nick was a bit of a pompous git and acted like he had a stick up his ass most of the time. As for Julian, he was way too laid back and ready to go with the flow. Me? I liked to think I was the perfect mix of them both. Laidback, but not too easy-going to be a pushover. Arrogant, but in a charming way. I was good at multitasking. I could make you laugh and piss you off at the same time.
The tempoof the music changed, and I saw the entertainment ramping up on the stage. A few more men and women had joined in and were either straddling the pole, the table and chairs that were set out, or each other. It was really quite beautiful, in a fucked-up, erotically-charged way.
“Well, it’s up to you, mate. You can stay here, watch the show, and make your own fun. Or you can come and join us in the dungeon rooms the Conti’s have reserved for the night. I know which one I’d prefer.” Nick smiled and downed the last of his whiskey.
It sounded way worse than it was. They were called the dungeon rooms because they were in the basement. Yeah, okay, they did have a ton of bondage gear, chains, whips, and restraints for you to use, but it wasn’t a dungeon. Dungeons were bad. This was all fucking good.
It was at that exact moment that Hanna, the resident cougar, decided to try her luck and sidled up to me. She perched herself seductively onto a stool as best she could, considering how restrictive the painted on red dress she’d poured herself into was. Then she flicked her long blonde hair and licked her blood red lips as she breathed out, “Hey, Cill. You up for some fun?”
Did she think I was the prey to her predator? No way. Not a fucking chance in hell.
I grinned down at her and cocked my eyebrow suggestively.
“My train won’t be coming into your station any time tonight, sweetheart. Don’t waste your energy.” I nodded at two sweaty guys sitting in the corner, looking way too excited by the events unfurling on the stage. Their eagerness only highlighted the fact that they were new guests. Fair sport for someone like Hanna. “You might have better luck over there. They seem… game.”
She huffed out her annoyance, but didn’t budge. Instead, she ran a sharp red nail down my chest and pouted, no doubt trying to look like a sexy vixen. But it did nothing to fire up my inner beast.
“I guess the Contis’ private party is looking pretty good right about now, hey, Cill?” Julian said cockily, throwing back his drink and pushing away from the bar.
“Lead the way, gentlemen.” I wasn’t averse to using the Cunty brothers and their harem for a night to get away from Little Miss Grabby Hands and her fake ass submissive bullshit. I picked Hanna’s hand up off my chest and dropped it into her lap.
“Enjoy taming the new boys,” I teased, and followed the guys out of the main room, towards the doors leading to the delights of the dungeons.
“So,what’s the deal tonight? Are we tag teaming or is it every guy for himself?” Nick strutted purposefully down the corridor, past groups of people in various states of undress. After a while, the sights at Club X just became white noise. Random guys strolling around with their dicks out swinging proudly wasn’t unusual. In fact, none of us batted an eyelid. Not unless a hot chick caught our eye, then it was game on.
“I’m not tag teaming your ugly ass tonight. Wouldn’t want to show you up with my mad skills.” Like I’d ever join in as his third wheel.
“You know, Cill, I really love the sound you make when you shut up.” Nick glared back at me, like he thought I was cramping his style. Trouble was, the guy had no style. He needed to own that shit.
“Shhhh…” I motioned, putting my finger on my lips then cupping my ear.
“What?”
“Do you hear that?”
