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Signio Cortez has immunity to play, and play he does with members of both sexes.
It’s also common knowledge that the young and corruptible go out in droves each weekend after studying all week. Those that attend prestigious universities with never-ending cash flows are his favorite clientele, especially if you’re a beautiful woman.
It’s his draw. The lure for most men.
Because you only get into a place like this via two options: personal invitation or blackmail.
The clientele here is sexually liberated. Ambiguous. Depraved. And more importantly, they love to host the corrupt of this nation for a fee under the protection of the owner’s political attachments.
It’s the product of one hand washing the other as the two pompous presidents hope for a union between children.
Blind eyes are turned. No questions asked.
Walking up the steps, I’m greeted by a large man holding the door open for my group. He’s tall, bald, and full of homemade tattoos that remind me of the jailhouse style many convicts get while serving time.
“Buenas noches, Mr. Lucas,” he says, but I don’t reply. Instead, I nod and head for the lobby, pausing at the podium where a voluptuous woman in a carnival-themed outfit stands. Her tanned body is on full display, her curves accentuated by the shiny fabric of her sequined bralette and minuscule skirt.
“Good to see you again, Guapo.” Her voice is meant to be sultry, a seduction to all that enter, and I find myself giving her nothing more than a blank stare. “Room three is ready, and your guests are seated.”
“Gracias.”
“Do you need an escort?” she simpers. The implication is there, and it’s not to walk me toward my reserved seating. At my nonresponse and lack of interest, she arches her back a bit so the barely-there fabric of her top stretches across each tit, exposing the very edge of her areola. “I’d be more than willing to take on any role you wish tonight.”
“No.” It’s a cut-and-dried response, one she doesn’t seem to like by the slight narrowing of her eyes, and as I turn to walk through the main floor’s main entrance, her arm shoots out. Those long, fake nails grip my arm. A no-no, and I make it a point of setting my gaze on her hand, then her. “Watch it.”
“Don’t be so grumpy.” She giggles as if this is a game while cocking her hip to the right. An act to draw my attention but is useless on me. One of my soldiers, though, releases a low whistle behind me, causing her smile to widen before I hold a hand up to silence him. I don’t care who of the four made the unwise decision; they’ll all suffer if it happens again. I also don’t need to look back to know the point has been made. “Those men can wait a moment or two. There’s no need to rush in, Patron.”
The bottom half of her outfit is nothing more than a band across her hips to cover the split between her thighs. And more importantly—a fact she’s missing in her forwardness—it does nothing for me. She does nothing for me, not so much as a cock twitch, and I smirk when her attempt at a coquettish smile drops.
It’s also not lost on me that she called me boss.
Like her, many have tried, and all have failed. I’m not a relationship kind of man.
I do not need sentimental attachments.
“Señorita, I suggest you keep those hands to yourself. Understood?”
“I’m just being—”
“A holdup,” I finish for her, taking her hand off my arm none too gently and letting it drop at her side. “Hagale, and open the door.
“Alejandro, I...” she trails off then, lips snapping shut when I part my jacket to show her my personal escorts. Her face drains of all color. Her fear becomes palpable and I breathe in deeply, enjoying her terror.
I let her see a glimpse of the demon that resides within.
An enemy she should never meet.
“I’m going to pretend the last few minutes never happened...” my voice is low, but in the calm lies the threat “...that you never took liberties that aren’t yours to take. Don’t do it again.” The woman has gone mute, eyes wide and with a slight shake. “Do you understand? Nod your head if you do.” She does, and I snap my fingers; one of the men traveling with me walks past us and opens the door leading to the dining room’s main floor. “Now, have yourself a pleasant evening.”
My men follow as I walk down a dimly lit hallway that leads to a large circular space at the center of the building with five doors. This locale has three floors; each one pays homage to a different kind of need, from fine dining to themes. From music to age. There is a segregation of tastes, but one thing doesn’t wane…
Sex is a unifying factor. A mutual appreciation.
There’s no shame within these walls.
No moral code.
It’s the perfect place for the meeting about to take place; a good amount of space between each private dining room that secures privacy. No one comes in without you requesting their service unless you’re a guest.
