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“That’s an odd thing to call them.” I tilt my head as I observe the men intently.
I’ve never seen two men having sex. The one on top is obviously enjoy it. But the one being penetrated… His mouth is open in pure ecstasy. As if being filled this way is the greatest pleasure he’s ever felt.
It makes me wonder about things. Things I’ve never experienced before. Things that seemed not only taboo, but undesirable because I’ve always considered myself as broken.
“It’s a production, Andie. They are just performing.”
My mouth has gone completely dry. Something liquid and warm is building in my belly as I watch, because I can do that. I can take a man the same way. And if I did, would I look like that? Like I’m lost to anything but my partner and what he’s doing to me?
“Andie.”
“Mmm?”
“Does it turn you on to watch them?” He’s studying me very carefully.
I clear my throat and take a sip of the wine. “They get paid for that.”
“Of course. Great pay, they choose their partners, full benefits.”
Finally able to, I glance around in amazement. Everyone is a stranger, people I’ve never ran into in the employee lounge or simply walking around the casino. It’s like a completely separate world within, hidden from view. Or rather, in plain view with it being on the fifth floor.
“All this time this was right under my feet,” I whisper to myself. To him, I ask, “Are there other places like this?”
“This is the only one in Vegas. There are three in the States and one in Mexico. They’re owned by a savvy woman.”
“And they’re all underground, I bet.”
“Like I said, she’s smart. It’s illegal in most places. So she places them in the care of very powerful people.”
“And you run it out of the kindness of your heart?”
“It brings me business. Not to mention a cut of the profit.”
“Is that all you do here? Or…” I peer at the table directly in front of us. Business is being discussed, there’s no doubt about it. The question is, what kind? “Do you do other illegal things here?”
“Not in the club,” he says and I breathe easier, until he adds, “But I do outside of it.”
“So you are in the mafia?”
He shakes his head. “I’m more of a vendor. A marketplace, if you will.”
“Of what?”
Tapping his thumb against the table, he seems to consider how much he wants to tell me. I’m not sure what convinces him to say anything at all. Maybe he knows I’m in too deep to say shit.
“This place affords me the ability to network. Someone has a surplus of crack but doesn’t have the connections to these good folks—” he lifts his glass and motions to the crowd in a big circle “—I make that connection. Seller to buyer.”
“Like a broker.” I didn’t realize there was a need for that in the drug world. Then again, when I was on the streets, all we sold was weed and never to anyone rich. “How do you keep this place a secret?”
Gavin gives me a proud grin. “This isn’t the sort of ship only the captain goes down with. We’ve made sure that if it sinks, everyone here sinks with it.”
I take another sip of my wine, my mind still stuck on the real reason I believe he brought me here. Licking the excess wine from my lower lip, I peek at him through my lashes. “You said you’ve never brought a date here. But… Do you fuck those girls up there?”
“No.” He lifts his hand to my cheek and strokes it. “I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone on that stage before.”
“Before what?”
“Before you.”
