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Nick adjusted his collar as he entered the softly lit restaurant, casting an uncertain glance around the elegant dining room. Given a choice, Nick wouldn’t have picked a French restaurant for his birthday dinner, but he knew it wouldn’t have occurred to his father to ask.
As the head of a multinational corporation Nick’s father, Stéphane, spent half the year in London and the rest in his native Paris. Nick’s brother, David, meanwhile was supposedly working his way up the ranks - though Nick suspected his brother spent more time living off their father’s fortune than actually working.
Nick had lost count of the number of times Stéphane had offered to find him a position in the company. But Nick wasn’t interested in following in David’s footsteps. Although Nick felt more comfortable in David’s company than their father’s, they still had their differences. His father was not a likeable man and the idea of working in the family business held no appeal.
Nick had arrived in London from Leeds that afternoon, and checked into the luxurious hotel suite his father had booked for the duration of his stay. Nick tried not to make a habit of accepting Stéphane’s offers of monetary help, feeling like his father was trying to buy his affection. But the accommodation had been presented as a gift for his 26th birthday, so Nick had reluctantly accepted. His father had always been very generous with his wealth, if not his time, but Nick still held on to a slim hope that Stéphane might take an interest in his life. Although their relationship had been strained ever since their parents divorced when he and his brother were young, they were trying their best to mend bridges. Maybe this evening his father would keep his word and actually give him more than 5 minutes of his time. He wasn’t going to hold his breath though. He hoped he had not wasted a precious week of leave on this visit.
“Bonsoir Monsieur, May I take your coat?” The maître d’ greeted Nick formally, and after checking his booking, guided him smoothly past tables set with sparkling crystal and polished silverware. Soft murmurs of conversation mixed with the gentle clink of fine china as Nick’s eyes swept over the elegantly dressed patrons.
Nick spotted his brother, David at a secluded table, a flute of champagne already in hand. Crisp white linen covered the table and a bottle of Dom Pérignon sat at the centre. The maître d’ gracefully pulled out Nick’s chair and waited for him to be seated.
Nick pushed his hand through his short hair. An unconscious gesture left over from when it had been longer.
“Champagne, monsieur?” he offered.
“Oui, s’il vous plaît” Nick replied nodding gratefully.
The maitre d’ poured Nick’s glass before inclining his head towards the remaining empty chair. “Please let me know if there is anything else you require while you wait for your guest.”
As the man retreated, David raised his glass, “Happy birthday, Nick.”
“Thanks,” Nick clinked his glass with David’s then took a sip.
They had barely exchanged pleasantries when Nick’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, then flashed David a knowing look. “Here we go,” he muttered before answering “Allô, Papa.”
“Nicholas! Joyeux anniversaire, mon fils!” Stéphane’s voice held that same distracted edge Nick knew too well. He only spoke to his sons in his native French tongue, and Nick responded in kind.
“Merci.”
“You’re at the restaurant already?”
“Yeah, David’s here too. Are you on your way?”
“Look, I’m sorry,” Stéphane’s voice held no trace of real regret. “Something’s come up so I won’t be able to join you tonight. But you and David must enjoy yourselves – it’s my treat.”
Nick sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a moment. “Ouais, d’accord.”
“Come to my apartment on Monday, I’ve arranged for a chef to make us a meal. We’ll celebrate properly then, d’accord?”
“Sure, see you Monday.” Nick replied, his voice tight. “Au revoir, Papa.”
As he slipped the phone back into his pocket, he looked up at David. “Well, there’s a shocker. He’s not coming.”
David looked at Nick for a moment, a flicker of something not unlike sympathy in his expression. “Ah well, he would’ve just talked about work anyway.” His expression lightened. “At least we get a nice meal out of it. The food’s really good here – and the champagne,” he raised his glass with a grin, “plus, I’ve got a better way to celebrate after.” He leaned in with a smirk. “Dad’s a member at Velvet Sky. Let’s go out and have a good time on him. Call it a birthday present.”
Nick huffed a laugh, grateful for David’s lightheartedness if only for a moment. Nick had visited companion clubs before - it wasn’t unusual. Since sex work had been decriminalised more than a century before, most people openly visited companion clubs and enjoyed various intimate experiences – not always sexual – with trained professionals. Spending time with an intimate companion was a widely known and sometimes even recommended form of stress relief.
But Velvet Sky was famously the most exclusive companion club in London, possibly even in the whole of England. Nick had never been but he’d heard the rumours. Live sex shows that were elegant and tasteful, erotic performances by dancers that could rival the best in the world. The companions were known for their intellect as well as their beauty and were said to be more like modern courtesans than sex workers. They were often spotted gracing red carpets on the arms of celebrities. The club catered to the elite and was only accessible through private membership. Of course Stephane would have a membership – he would see it as a status symbol.
Since Nick had recently broken up with his girlfriend Emily, after eighteen months of a somewhat one-sided relationship, he found himself quite curious at the idea of a trip to Velvet Sky.
“Yeah, why not,” Nick replied, raising his glass. “Might as well make it a night to remember.”
~~~
Velvet Sky occupied the whole of a grand Victorian mansion on the banks of the Thames, its arched windows and carved stonework giving it an air of luxury and discretion. There were no markings on the building except for the letters “VS” carved in bas relief above the elaborate stone lintel. Three stone steps led up to the heavy wooden doors, where a broad shouldered man in a crisp black suit stood waiting. He held the door open as David approached, inclining his head in recognition. As the brothers entered the club, Nick was immediately struck by the quiet opulence that greeted them. Thick burgundy carpet muffled their footsteps, while the lilting notes of a piano drifted softly through an ornately carved archway.
They had entered the building into a vestibule where an antique mahogany desk stood on the left, with a black leather couch against the wall to the right. Two large paintings hung on the wall to either side of the archway. One a naked woman, her voluptuous body reclining with her head thrown back in ecstasy; her long black hair fell partially across one shoulder then curled around her breast as if caressing it. In the other painting a man gazed out at Nick, his head tilted, his lips just parted, his sculpted body reclining with his torso raised up on one elbow, one hand lying casually across his hip, barely covering his flaccid penis.
A hostess looked up from behind the desk as they entered. She wore her red hair piled elegantly on top of her head, and a long, emerald green silk dress clung to her curves. “Good evening Mr Fournier, welcome back,” she greeted David with a tilt of her head. “And your guest?”
Nick glanced at his brother but wasn’t really surprised to learn that David had finally reverted back to their father’s last name.
“Good to be back” David's gaze drifted towards her cleavage. “This is my brother, Nick. Put him on the account.” He glanced at Nick, “Dad’s good for some things.”
The hostess tapped on the iPad she carried in her hand then looked up at Nick with a warm smile. “Welcome to Velvet Sky. I’m sure you’ll find everything to your liking. We pride ourselves on being able to accommodate any request.”
David leaned on the desk, practically salivating. “Almost anything,” he drawled.
The woman’s smile didn’t falter, but she raised a perfect brow as she turned to David. “As you know, Mr. Fournier, we have many intimate companions here, but I am not one of them.”
“More’s the pity,” David said, as his gaze drifted the length of her body once more, before he turned and walked through the archway. Her gaze followed him and Nick caught a slight roll of her eyes, but as she turned back to Nick, her face serene, he thought he must have imagined it. She walked towards the archway, indicating for Nick to follow her. “My name is Mara,” she said. “As this is your first visit, allow me to briefly explain how we operate.”
The archway opened onto a large room dominated by a grand mahogany bar in the centre. Its smooth, curved surface gleamed under the soft lighting while guests perched casually on high stools. Black leather sofas were carefully arranged to create several intimate alcoves, where beautiful men and women sat talking with guests. At the opposite end of the room, a sweeping staircase with ornate railings beckoned toward the upper levels, hinting at further indulgence above.
Mara swept her hand around the room. “This is The Opal Room where introductions take place. The majority of our encounters are arranged through prior bookings, but many of our clients prefer the spontaneity of a chance encounter in the relaxing atmosphere of the Opal Room.” Her voice was smooth and practiced and she smiled easily. “There is no pressure to make a connection, but while you are here our companions will introduce themselves to you. Please take your time to get to know them, and if you would like to get further acquainted with anyone, simply let me know, and I will arrange for them to return to the bar at your leisure.” She turned towards him as she continued. “Throughout the evening, other companions will join us, so even if you don't find an immediate match, there's always a chance another might catch your eye later. If you do decide to arrange an intimate encounter with one of our companions, safety and active consent remain our highest priorities. As with any establishment, companions have the right to end an encounter at any time without explanation.”
She smiled softly, gesturing towards the staircase. “You might also enjoy The Midnight Room at the top of the stairs, where our talented dancers perform. Through the doors to your right is Amethyst, our dining room, and to the left, our cocktail lounge, Indigo, provides an intimate space without the pressure of introductions. We also have a rooftop garden which can be accessed through the lifts at the top of the stairs. It has spectacular views over the Thames, and our gardeners have just started replenishing the garden with winter blooming flowers.”
Her smile deepened as she met Nick’s gaze, “Your father owns one of our top tier memberships, allowing you to enjoy all the benefits of our club. Enjoy your evening, Mr Fournier and please don’t hesitate to ask if there’s anything at all I can do to enhance your experience. Please feel free to take a seat at the bar and make yourself comfortable. It’s my privilege to ensure you feel completely at ease during your time with us.”
Nick smiled politely, though he couldn’t help the small frown that tugged at his brow when she called him Fournier. “Thank you, Mara. But – it’s Nelson actually, not Fournier. I haven't used my father's name in a long time.”
“My apologies, Mr Nelson. I'll make a note on the account.” She inclined her head and smiled as she returned to the reception area.
Nick looked around to find his brother seated at the bar with two drinks in front of him.
“I ordered us whisky. Top shelf.” David looked up as Nick took a seat on the stool next to him. He sat with his back to the bar still facing his brother but with an unobstructed view of the room around them.
Nick sipped his drink, letting the liquid warm on his tongue before swallowing. He gazed around the room noticing several attractive men, before taking in the curves of a slim woman standing at the other end of the bar. Her long black hair curled over her shoulders and her full red lips parted, as she laughed at something the man sitting next to her had said. She wore a beaded black lace dress that skimmed her hips and fell dramatically to the floor, with a thigh-high split revealing a long shapely leg. His gaze caressed the outline of her curves and lingered momentarily on her bronzed thigh. But as she was already occupied, he let his eyes wander again.
A companion with chiselled features and long slender limbs, rested on a sofa on the other side of the room. Nick’s gaze drifted over the subtle contours of his chest where a thin black shirt stretched tight across defined muscles. He sat with his legs wide apart, tight black trousers slung low across his hips, one hand resting on his thigh, the other laid across the top of the sofa. As Nick watched, another man sat down next to him, their thighs pressed close. His hand stroked the other man's thigh as his arm drifted off the top of the sofa to pull him into a gentle embrace. Nick watched as they left the sofa and walked towards the stairs together.
Nick had known he was bisexual for years, and had often felt the pull of his attraction to men. But every time those feelings surfaced, he pushed them down, keeping them hidden beneath layers of fear and doubt. It had always seemed easier to be with women – easier to explain, easier to accept. He had played rugby all through university and, locker room banter being what it was, he had never felt comfortable exploring that side of his sexuality.
His thoughts drifted to Emily. He had realised towards the end of their relationship that she’d never been in love with him. She had always told him he was too much, too needy. He felt like he’d given her everything but she told him he never did enough for her. Their relationship had always been about her. And now that it was over, Nick felt free. But free enough to explore his attraction to men? He wasn’t sure yet.
He’d never told Emily he was bisexual. He’d never told anyone. He idly wondered what it would feel like to stop pretending.
The thing about companion clubs was there were never any strings. It was always about the experience. Whatever that might be. They were safe spaces where you could explore your sexuality however you wanted to. But with David sitting right next to him, that probably wouldn’t be happening tonight. His brother’s casual homophobia had always made Nick wary, forcing him to keep that part of himself locked away, especially around David.
His attention was caught again as a companion with blonde hair walked past, his dark red trousers hugging the curve of his buttocks as he walked. He sat on the sofa the two men had vacated, and as he looked round he caught Nick staring at him and smiled. Nick quickly looked away before David noticed where he was looking. He needn’t have worried though; David wasn’t paying any attention to his brother. His eyes were locked on a blonde woman seated on the other side of the bar, whose large breasts were barely contained in a tight off the shoulder dress. He sighed, he was getting tired of constantly checking his impulses.
He took a sip of his drink before turning his attention to David. “So, you finally agreed to take Dad’s last name then,” he said.
Their mother, Sarah, had reverted back to her maiden name when she left Stéphane, and raised the boys as Nelson’s. As soon as the boys came of age Stéphane had started pushing for both his sons to change their names back to Fournier. David, being 4 years older, had felt the loss of his father more acutely than Nick, and all through his childhood had tried everything to gain his father’s affection. Nick was surprised it had taken David so long to relent.
“Yeah, it made sense. You know, working in the same company.” David dragged his eyes away from the blonde and focused briefly on Nick. “If people know I’m related to the big boss, they show me more respect. Mum will understand.” Nick wasn’t sure “respect” was the word he’d use. And as for their mother, he thought she would be disappointed, but he knew she would never let David know that.
“The name opens all sorts of doors, Nicky. You should try it” David continued.
Nick frowned at the nickname, but let it go. “I don’t need Dad’s money and I’m not interested in pandering to him either.”
“This place costs a shit ton, Nick and it’s all on the old man. You just wait. At the end of the night you’ll change your tune. The girls here are fit as fuck. And the things they can do with their mouths...” he grinned lasciviously. “I’ve never come so hard in my life! Honestly Nick, it’s like a drug. One night in this place and you’ll be begging for more.”
Nick looked down into his glass, swirling the amber liquid. “This night’s a once off for me. I’m considering it a birthday gift from the old man.”
“Trust me, Nick, you’ll be back” David scoffed and sipped his drink. “The sex shows can be a bit hit and miss though,” He added. “I accidentally caught a show with two blokes going at it once. Put me right off for the rest of the night.” He grimaced.
Nick felt his stomach tense with a familiar, uneasy knot, but he kept his gaze steady.
The blonde woman David had been leering at earlier approached and smiled at David. “David! Where’ve you been? It’s so good to see you again.”
David looked up at the voice. “Sophie,” He grinned, snaking his hand round her waist then lower, squeezing her backside, his fingers stroking up and down. She squeaked and giggled, “I see you’re ready to go as always, David”
“You know it, baby. Where’s Mel?”
“Right here, David,” another voice said. Nick turned and saw a second blonde woman approaching. Her hair was curled and she wore a rose coloured, backless silk dress with a plunging neckline. She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to David’s lips. He grabbed the back of her head and leaned into the kiss. His other hand trailed down her bare back, dipping below the fabric towards her round buttocks. David growled softly as he broke the kiss, then downed the rest of his drink, and slid his arms around both girls.
“Right, I’m off, see you later bro,” David said, not looking at Nick as he led the two girls towards the staircase.
Nick sipped his drink. He was feeling a sense of frustration at his brother’s homophobic comments and his own inability to speak out against them. He looked over to where the blonde man in red had been sitting, relieved that his brother was no longer around to notice, but was mildly disappointed to find the seat now empty. It hardly mattered though, there seemed to be an unending flow of gorgeous men and women coming and going.
“David often brings his friends here, but I haven’t seen you before,” A soft, playful voice said.
Nick looked up to see the woman with the long black hair he’d noticed earlier by the bar. She smiled cheekily, her warm brown eyes sparkling with amusement.
She held a glass of water, slowly twisting the straw between her fingers, occasionally teasing her bottom lip with it. His eyes followed the motion, lingering as the tip of her tongue briefly brushed the straw.
“Oh, we’re not friends.” Nick replied, pulling his eyes away from her lips. “He’s my brother”
She giggled. “Well, that didn’t sound very brotherly.”
Nick chuckled, shaking his head. “We’re not that close. We don’t spend a lot of time together.”
She studied him for a moment, smiling. “I’m Siobhan.”
“Nick,” he said, letting his gaze travel the length of her body, noting her round breasts, slender waist, and curvy hips. When his eyes met hers again, she caught him, a cheeky grin spreading across her face. He flushed, quickly looking away.
“You’re allowed to look, Nick,” she teased. “It’s why I’m here.” Her gaze swept over him, lingering on his broad chest and strong arms. “You’re nothing like your brother, are you?”
“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Nick said, a playful glint in his eye.
Siobhan’s smile widened. “You should.”
Nick glanced across the room, catching sight of a slender man with short dark hair. He wore a thin chain around his waist accentuating his hips and his eyes were lined with black. Nick watched, struck by his elegance as he turned and disappeared behind the curve of the bar.
Siobhan followed his gaze before tilting her head curiously. “So, if you’re not close with David, what brings you here tonight?”
Nick shifted his focus back to Siobhan. “I’m in London for the week. It’s my birthday and David suggested a night out.”
Siobhan raised an eyebrow suggestively, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Well, if it’s your birthday, I can make it a night to remember.” Her fingertips gently stroked his arm as she spoke.
Nick grinned, leaning back slightly. Just then the blonde man he’d noticed earlier walked past. Their eyes met briefly, and the man offered a quick, playful smile before continuing on. Nick’s gaze lingered on him as he walked away, taking in the taut curve of his arse.
Siobhan chuckled softly, her voice taking on a teasing edge. “Nick, forgive me if I’m wrong…” she hesitated for a moment, as if choosing her words carefully, “you seem like you might be interested in... something I can’t offer you?”
Nick flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. Her words made him realise he was safe here, he didn’t need to deny his attraction. Especially as David would be gone for a while now. He began to wonder whether he might be able to find the confidence to act on his long suppressed desires after all. “Well… I won’t say I’m not interested. In you, I mean.” He added. “But…” he trailed off, the familiar fear twisting in his gut again. He glanced briefly in the direction the blonde man had gone, finding him seated at the bar not far away.
Siobhan leaned in slightly, her voice gentler now. “If you like, I could ask Ryan to join us?”
Nick shifted in his seat. He did want this, but he had never admitted it out loud before, and he found it was harder than he had thought it would be – even here. He glanced back at Siobhan then over to the man she had called Ryan. Nick gave a small, tentative nod. He could do this. “Okay. Yeah. I’d… like that.”
Siobhan’s smile brightened and she gestured to Ryan, who smiled as if waiting for her cue. He approached gracefully, his eyes flicking appreciatively over Nick.
“Ryan, this is Nick.” Siobhan introduced them with a playful glint in her eye.
“Nice to meet you, Nick,” Ryan said, his voice warm and inviting.
Nick returned his smile, though his gaze darted nervously around the room. “Nice to meet you too.”
Ryan held Nick’s gaze a moment longer then said, “Why don’t we move this to the Indigo lounge? A little privacy might help you relax.”
“Yeah, okay.” Nick stood, glancing briefly at Siobhan who nodded encouragingly.
“Would you like Siobhan to join us for a while?” Ryan asked smoothly.
Nick nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Ryan led the way across the room and they stepped through the opening down into a softly lit room. The atmosphere shifted as soon as they entered, quieter, more discreet, the main bar of the Opal Room instantly disappearing from view. They found a curved sofa in a dimly lit corner, and as soon as Nick sat down, he found himself relaxing in the knowledge that even if David did return, he wouldn’t be seen.
As they settled into conversation, Nick found himself enjoying the playful back and forth between Ryan and Siobhan. They both flirted with him shamelessly and he enjoyed the attention immensely. But as the minutes passed, he realised that was all he wanted from either of them. Despite the easy laughter and flirtatious remarks he didn’t feel the pull to take things further.
Ryan must have sensed this subtle shift and his playful smile softened as he leaned back slightly.
“You know,” he said watching Nick, “If you’re still undecided, I’d recommend checking out the show tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Head up to the Midnight Room. You might find what you’re looking for there.” He smiled suggestively. “If you’re up for a little voyeurism that is. Tonight’s show is rather… intimate. If you like watching two gorgeous men get very distracted by each other then you won’t want to miss it.” He raised an eyebrow. “They go well beyond dancing.”
Nick blinked, his heart suddenly racing as his imagination filled in what Ryan had left out. “Oh. Um…right.”
Siobhan chuckled at his reaction, and moved closer, letting her fingers graze his thigh. “It’s a bit different from a lot of the shows. Those two know how to make a real connection on stage. They pull the audience in. Make you feel like you’re a part of it.”
Ryan smiled mischievously. “Take your time, enjoy the show. And you know where to find us later if you find you need help relieving any… tension.” He glanced suggestively down Nick's body and Siobhan laughed cheekily.
Nick let out a soft chuckle, feeling completely at ease with himself, even as his body responded to the voyeuristic images that were now crowding his mind.
Siobhan’s brown eyes sparkled as she tucked her legs up onto the sofa, leaning in close to him. Her fingers brushed lightly against his chest, tracing an idle pattern. She seemed to be enjoying the playful competition for his attention.
Her voice dropped to a seductive whisper. “And if you’re feeling adventurous after the show, I could give you a tour of my favourite places in the club.” She let her hand drift from his chest to his arm, giving the muscle a light squeeze. “One of them is here.” Her hand slipped lower, skimming across his thigh. “And one of them is – ”
Before she could finish, Ryan leaned in from the other side, his lips barely brushing against Nick’s ear. “Or,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “I could show you all the places no-one else has discovered yet.” His fingers danced lightly along Nick’s forearm. “I’m an expert in male anatomy.”
He flashed Siobhan a smug grin, adding, “And I’m pretty sure I can make you forget all about her little tour.”
Nick laughed, enjoying the obvious playful one-upmanship between them. “I’ll keep that in mind. Right now though, I think I’ll check out the Midnight Room.” He stood up. “I’ve really enjoyed this though.” He smiled gratefully at Ryan. “You’ve helped me feel a lot more comfortable about… things.”
Ryan tilted his head and smiled. “Glad I could be of service.” He stood up and his smile softened, his expression open. “And Nick - you should always feel comfortable to be who you are here. No matter what that might be.” He stepped further into Nick’s space, his smile turning cheeky again as he traced his fingers up and down Nick’s bicep. “And you know I’d be happy to service you any time.”
Siobhan snickered, flicking her gaze between the two. “Oh Ryan, you can do better than that.” She reached for Nick’s hand, pulling herself up gracefully. “Come find me after the show, Nick.” She held onto his hand a moment longer, sliding the fingers of her other hand up his arm, her body pressing gently against his.
She leaned in, her lips inches away from his and whispered. “Don’t forget me. I’ll be ready when you are.” She took a step backwards and looked him up and down again, her tongue flicking across her bottom lip. Then she slowly turned and walked away, dragging Ryan with her and swaying her hips suggestively.
Nick watched them walk away then turned towards the staircase, his heart racing.
~~~
Nick ascended the grand staircase, emerging onto a dimly lit mezzanine floor where clusters of black leather sofas were arranged in intimate groups. The gentle murmur of conversation and soft laughter flowed over him, although whoever was speaking remained hidden from view. The dark sofas blended seamlessly with the sleek black wall panels, making the space seem secluded despite the open layout.
Opposite the staircase, a gold-panelled elevator gleamed under the low light, a large painting filling the space above: a woman reclining on a bed of deep crimson silk, dark hair curling elegantly around her face. Her relaxed posture was inviting and deliberate, allowing the viewer to admire the smooth curves of her body, her pale skin glowing in the soft candlelight. In stark contrast to the other paintings he had seen here, this painting was clearly centuries old. But the woman seemed to defy the fragile passivity often seen in classical nudes. Despite her vulnerable state, she didn’t look vulnerable at all. She gazed out at Nick with dark, intelligent eyes, seemingly amused by something, and so clearly aware of the power she held. Whoever she was, she was beautiful.
Nick dragged his eyes away from the painting. His gaze drifted around the space and settled on another to his right, this one unmistakably modern in style. Two nude men, bodies pressed together in an embrace, their faces hidden. The elegant brushstrokes captured the dynamic, fluid lines of their dance. Below the painting, a carved arched lintel crowned two ornate wooden doors. Frosted glass panels etched with starburst designs were set into the doors, and the words “Midnight Room” were engraved in a flowing script on a brass plate above the doors. Lights flickering dimly through the frosted glass invited Nick to continue his exploration.
Grabbing hold of the brass doorhandle, Nick pushed one of the doors open and a haunting, soulful melody spilled out, enveloping his senses. He paused for a moment, adjusting to the darkened space. The only source of illumination in the room came from the stage, bathed in an ethereal glow of shifting lights,
Nick sank into a plush armchair near the stage. The leather cushions were soft, and the sides of the chair curved around him, creating a sense of seclusion. Nervous anticipation coiled in his chest as Ryan’s words lingered in his mind: voyeuristic, intimate. The promise of something raw and unguarded made his pulse quicken.
His eyes were drawn to the stage, where a beautiful man with dark, curly hair moved sensuously with the music. His naked body gleamed under the stage lights; the only thing he wore was a small black garment stretched low across his hips, and hugging his perfectly round backside. His body was slender and powerful; sculpted muscles gliding beneath his olive skin. Black lines wound around his upper arm; a tattoo of vines wrapping around taut muscles. As Nick watched, he traced one delicate hand up his toned abdomen towards his chest. A soft sheen of sweat glistened on his skin, accentuating the power coiled within his slim frame.
Nick’s gaze traced down to the dancer’s narrow waist, lean muscles drawing his eyes lower in a tantalising path towards what was hidden beneath the tight black fabric.
The dancer’s movements were slow and sensuous and Nick couldn’t drag his eyes away. A subtle dusting of glitter accentuated the sharp lines of his cheekbones. His kohl-rimmed eyes were strikingly blue, and heavy with lust. His body was in constant motion, his arms moving hypnotically in front of him, each sinuous curve of his wrists drawing Nick in. For half a second, Nick believed the dancer was looking right at him, before he realised there was another man on the stage.
The other dancer was broad chested and muscular, with thick biceps and solid thighs. His skin was a rich, warm bronze, and the sharp black lines of an intricate geometric tattoo flowed across one shoulder and onto his chest. His black hair was cropped close to his head, his eyes dark and intense. He wore the same black shorts low on his hips, accentuating the taut muscles beneath. He stepped towards his partner, his movements deliberate and commanding.
The slender man’s body stilled as he looked up at his partner with raw passion. He raised his hands as he stepped closer, and let his fingers slide across his partner’s chest, before trailing down thick powerful arms. Their bodies pressed close, clinging together as they moved in perfect harmony, and Nick was left breathless as he watched, the rest of the audience already fading from his mind.
The slender man was lifted into the air and the two men spun as they danced, their bodies seamlessly blending together, strong and graceful, each movement charged and erotic. They were so intensely focused on each other that Nick almost felt like he was intruding on something deeply private. But every so often, one of them would twist their body away from the other, the subtle shift just enough to expose themselves to the watching eyes. It was as if they were deliberately drawing Nick in, inviting him to become a third partner in their seductive tryst. Nick caught his breath, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
As he watched, the curly haired man was lifted into the air again, stretching his legs out to either side. The soft music seemed to swirl around his body as he arched backwards, trusting the strength of his partner’s grip. Their bodies pressed close – warm bronze gliding against pale honeyed skin. The heat between them was intense, as the dance dissolved into a seamless cascade of spins and stretches that mirrored the flow of the music. Nick felt the hairs on his arms stand up as the music swept through him, his body seeking a touch that was almost palpable.
Long, slender fingers traced across dark skin, describing the curve of a buttock, the planes of a thigh. Lips brushed lightly against a glistening chest – almost a kiss. The air grew warmer; three bodies in sync, feeding off each other's energy. Two on stage and one observing, although he felt somehow connected.
Blue eyes drew Nick in. He felt every caress, every spin, every arch as the two dancers moved together. A subtle shift and a slender leg extended high, the heel hooked over his partner's shoulder. Large hands settled on his slender hips, drawing him close, their groins pressed tight.
The lovers’ gaze intensified, full of desire. The air was thick with tension, and if Nick was only an observer, he no longer felt the press of leather on the backs of his thighs. Warmth pooled low in his belly, and he felt his own body pressed against the lithe form of the curly haired dancer.
The dancer’s slender arms raised, and he slowly leaned backwards, arching his body until his fingertips touched the floor. His partner caressed his taut stomach, his hand sliding over his crotch. An exhale of air – Nick couldn't say from whom. A hand drifted up a sculpted thigh, fingers gripping the foot that rested at his shoulder. The two men moved together in a soft pool of light, and Nick watched, his body thrumming with desire.
The slender body turned in his lover’s arms, pressing back against the other’s chest. A slow movement of his hips as he pressed back had Nick gasping. Surely the other man was in the same predicament as Nick was himself – his groin pressed against soft round cheeks. The olive skinned dancer slowly leaned forward, a gentle hand on his back, caressing his spine. As his fingertips brushed the floor, his partner took hold of his hips, rocking his pelvis, and it was no longer subtle, his erection pressed between clothed buttocks, rubbing, grinding, his excitement evident.
The slender man turned his head slightly towards the audience, his lips parted, a look of bliss crossing his features, and for a moment, Nick thought their eyes met. But then his dark lashes fluttered, hiding his eyes from view and Nick’s breath hitched. The man’s lips twitched, a breath huffed out, and one hand remained on the floor as the other slid across his chest – his abdomen – reaching between his legs. His body moved back and forth, back arched, as his partner rocked his hips, their movements synchronous with the soft pulse of the music.
As he raised his torso again, leaning back against the solid chest behind him, the other’s arms wrapped around his chest, hands tracing a familiar path down his abdomen. One large hand cupped his erection, the smaller dancer’s own slender fingers linking them together, pressing, moving, undulating. The other hand caressed his long neck, lips pressing against skin. He turned his head in Nick's direction, hooded eyes revealing his desire.
Their movements became a slow hypnotic rhythm, echoing the languid sway of the music as their eyes locked and their breath quickened, their chests heaving. Their bodies melded together - raw, unguarded, and deeply intimate, yet Nick still felt his part in the drama as it unfolded in front of him.
Hands moved, pushing fabric lower, and the dancer’s cock sprang free. As his partner withdrew his hand, he turned towards him seeking his touch, and exposing himself to Nick's greedy eyes. The band of black fabric stretched around his thighs as if forgotten, and his hips pulsed in the air. Nick thought he could hear his moan over the sound of the music. The dancer opened his eyes, and this time, Nick was almost certain he looked right at him. But it was over too quickly as he turned to face his partner, their lips barely touching.
The forgotten garment was pushed to the floor and his partner cupped his buttocks, squeezing gently, pulling him close. The haunting melody wrapped around the pair, their skin gleaming under the soft light as they moved, bodies arching and swaying. A second garment was pushed to the floor and both men were naked, their movements intensifying as they clutched at each other.
The dancers parted for a moment, facing each other and displaying their naked arousal as if waiting for Nick to catch up. Their bodies gleamed, their chests heaving. Nick’s breath caught in his throat and he imagined himself standing before the smaller dancer, his body laid bare under his gaze.
The slender man turned gracefully in the circle of his lover’s arms. He stood with his back against his partner’s chest, breathing heavily, his eyes half closed. His lips parted as he turned his head towards the man behind him. Their lips almost brushed, and he raised one graceful arm over a strong shoulder.
His partner’s arm wrapped around his waist and suddenly he was lifted into the air and flipped over his partner’s shoulder. Hanging upside down, he folded against the other man’s body, his chest pressed against his partner’s abdomen. Slowly he unfolded until one long leg draped over each shoulder, hanging inverted against his partner’s body, his spine arching gracefully.
His lips parted, and his tongue darted out towards his lover’s heavy cock. Nick barely managed to suppress a groan, his eyes wide, as two sets of lips stretched open and sank down in tandem. Nick’s hand pressed between his own legs, seeking relief as the heat intensified on stage.
A dark arm wrapped firmly around a pale waist, one large hand massaging creamy buttocks. A lull in the music as movement slowed, and Nick heard a soft gasp as he caught sight of a gleaming blue gem nestled between soft olive cheeks, as they were spread open by the other’s hands.
One finger circled around the blue gem. A firm press and his back arched, long fingers clenching. A silvery, gleaming plug was slowly pulled free and cast aside. Slowly the dancer slid down his partner's body until his hands touched the floor. His legs stretched long to either side, and he paused there, holding his body taut. Then he gracefully curled under and rolled to the floor, rising back up to face his lover.
Their bodies crashed together, their breath escaping in ragged gasps. Their eyes locked in a heated gaze.
With a fluid leap, the curly haired dancer had his legs wrapped around the hips of the other man, who positioned his cock against his entrance, and Nick held his breath.
A slight shift, a gasp, and he lowered himself slowly down until the swollen head breached his hole. His blue eyes never left his lover's gaze. Corded muscles took the strain as slender hips rocked back and forth. His head tipped back and full lips caressed the dip in his neck. Light and shadows played across their skin as they swayed together.
Nick's eyes traced the arch in his back, the curve of his hip where it met his thigh, the cleft of his perfectly heart shaped arse as it rose and fell.
The room became incrementally hotter as he raised himself slowly higher and higher, pausing at the top, almost revealing the head of his partner's cock, but at the last second, he drove down again, pulsing and rocking, breathy moans audible over the raw bass.
Or maybe that was Nick.
He raised up again, his partner's hands grasping his hips, fingers spread, lifting him up as they panted into each other’s mouths. Then he slid down again, pulsing and rocking. The next time he lifted up, his partner’s cock slipped free and he lowered himself to the floor.
Firm hands caressed his hips as he turned, pressing back against the solid bulk of his partner. His partner's hands were everywhere, sliding up his chest, down his abdomen, between his legs. They turned as one and Nick’s eyes feasted on the display. Then his lover gently pushed him forward, one hand on his back, and he bent over, his hands reaching towards the floor. He arched his back, closing his eyes as the music changed to a heavy throb, and his lover pushed in again. Hands rested on his hips and roamed across his skin, as he rocked back and forth, timing his thrusts with the pulsing sound.
The swelling music drove them on. Nick’s breath came heavy and fast, his eyes locked on the movements of the two men. One bent in half, his arse on full display, his body twitching as the other held him steady, thrusting in a staccato rhythm. Finally, the dancer pushed away from the floor, his eyes closed, his partner still buried deep inside him. Nick drew in a sudden breath, his back arching away from the sofa. The dancer’s hands raised into the air, clutching at the solid muscle behind him. His cock seemed to dance in time to the thrusting movements. A hand slid down his abs, wrapping round his length, pumping fast.
Both men were panting now, breathy moans heard over the swell of the music. Nick’s heart raced, his body urging them on. The curly haired man turned his head slightly, his eyes fluttering open. He seemed to catch Nick’s gaze – brief but electric. It felt like an unspoken invitation, and Nick’s whole body shivered.
Finally, with a shout, bronze arms clutched tight around the slender waist and the muscly body shuddered.
Blue eyes snapped shut, the curly head fell back and he cried out as he followed his partner over the edge. Gradually, his eyes fluttered open again and this time he looked directly at Nick. His lips parted slightly, as if breathing out a sigh, and darkness closed around them.
“Fuuuck!” Nick breathed out. He blinked, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings again. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and he turned his head to look around him. The room was full of people, most somewhat hidden by large chairs like the one he was in. Some chairs were big enough for two and he could see bold couples making out furiously in only semi privacy. He leaned back against the soft leather, closing his eyes for a moment to ground himself. He was rock hard.
He stood up slowly, turning to the back of the room. As he walked away from the stage he noticed the woman with the long black hair and brown eyes watching him. He couldn’t remember her name. Hell, he could barely remember his own name.
A slow smile spread across her face as he drew near. “So, what did you think of the show?"
“It was…" Nick shook his head slowly, letting out a low breath.
“That good huh?" She smiled knowingly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Nick’s mind was still focused on the tableau now hidden behind the curtain. His hand moved in front of him, trying in vain to cover his predicament, heat rising up his cheeks.
“His name's Charlie,” she said, and he blinked, finally focusing on her face.
“What?”
“You're not that subtle. I saw who you were watching,” she smirked. She stepped closer, twisting one long strand of hair around her finger. Her gaze traveled slowly down his torso, lingering on his crotch. The tip of her tongue wet her lip briefly. “I could take care of that for you, if you like.” Her voice was low, and a flicker of amusement tugged at the corner of her lips.
“Fuck,” he muttered in a breathy undertone. He felt uncomfortably conspicuous. But she really was beautiful, and what was he here for if not to enjoy himself? “Yeah, okay. I'd like that.”
She brought her hands up to his chest and he could feel her breath on his neck. “You ready?” she breathed.
He brought his hands up to her waist. “Yeah. Yes.”
She led him through a hidden door at the back of the room. A small dimly lit space, an ornate sofa, Nick didn’t register much else as she pushed him inside. Her hands moved down to the button of his trousers. “Want me to suck you off?” she tilted her head, her eyes wide and clear. She somehow made the question sound tender, almost reverent.
“Yes. Touch me.” Nick breathed. “Please.”
Her long fingers made quick work of his fly and she slid his trousers down just enough for his erection to spring free. She pushed him gently backwards and he sat down heavily as his legs hit the sofa. She knelt on the floor between his spread thighs. From out of nowhere she suddenly had a condom between her lips and she rolled it down his length with her fingers, quickly following with her mouth. He drew in a sharp breath, but as he closed his eyes and her hot mouth engulfed him, it wasn't her face that he pictured.
Long muscular limbs and glittering cheekbones swam behind his eyes. Dark swirling movements undulated across his vision, as he felt a warm mouth swallowing around him and he cried out his release.
He lay there panting for a moment, and when he opened his eyes he was almost surprised to see the woman’s warm brown eyes smiling back at him.
“Charlie dances most nights, but you can find him in the bar on Saturday’s.” She grinned knowingly, as she stood back up and disappeared through a door on the other side of the room.
Nick lay there catching his breath and realised he would be back after all.