It was yet ANOTHER late night at the club. I hate it when it drags on and on until 3 AM. The senseless laughing, the pretend petting…The pampering of those spoiled bitch brats—it was so annoying. I hated watching it from behind the frosted glass panel that separated my office from the floor of the club. Eric always bounced them out because they would get a bit too close to my babies. Well, they weren't completely mine. Most of them were young and abandoned men who wanted to mean something to someone. Either that or rich boys that wanted to rebel by becoming a Host to assert their independence and dominance. But aside from that: most of them were hand selected by either myself or my associate Reiko. Those 21 boys were OUR babies.
I yawned tiredly now as I reclined back in the leather seat behind my desk, vacantly staring at the computer screen of endless e-mails from people who wanted to request one of a couple of the boys for their personal parties. I was usually wary of these requests due to the fact that when one [or more] of them returned, they came with marks. Usually from the grabbing or something FAR worse. I hated the thought of letting them go…of 'loaning' them to those awful socialites. We were catering to those bastards anyway.
The neon pink bottom of the Christian Louboutin heels I had been wearing reflected off the black surface of the desk as I bobbed my head to the beat of the techno music that was playing over all of the loud laughing and talking along with the clinking of glasses. The crowd seemed to get more and more intense around this time. I could easily make out Reiko's figure moving back and forth along the glass as she was of course on her rounds, making sure her boys were well taken care of by their company. She was always known for her fierce protectiveness of them. She was wearing a really nice red dress that hugged her curvy figure rather nicely. It really set off her beautiful skin in the colorful lights of the club. Rei moved past my window and peeked in, giving me the thumbs up. It was our little inside code to let each other know how things were going. She was smiling of course…Happy with her boys' reception during the evening.
Sighing quietly, I was just about to doze when my office door swung open revealing Connor. One half of the twins that Rei and I selected. He was the older of the duo along with the more masculine looking one. He strolled over to my desk as I stood slowly, looking at him with my dark eyes as he met me with a smirk.
"Hello Boss…" He says with that coy German accented voice while licking over the piercing that dotted the left side of his plush lips, "I'm all done for the night…so can I pick up my brother and go home?" He blinked those light brown eyes at me as I swooned on the inside. Those eyes and that face…Perfect.
Going to the door and closing it with a satisfying click; I walked back over to him—unable to help the swaying of my hips as I stood before him. God was he tall! Taller than me of course. He looked down at me with a slightly wary look in his eyes while I examined him for any lipstick smudges or marks from being grabbed too hard due to the fact that he was wearing a rather tight black t-shirt and baggy black jeans. The shirt definitely set off his muscular body as I nod, "You're looking good. I suppose you can leave me." I say quietly; my voice filled with soft disappointment. I wanted him to come with me tonight. But, I knew that the safety and care of his young twin was more important than my satisfaction. Besides, I had someone to go home to. Someone who was alright with what I did—what I created. I let Connor go and leaned over to gently kiss his cheek, "You and your brother better careful on your way home alright? Otherwise, Rei will have her foot in my ass for getting your precious baby brother's face all messed up." I chastised him as I gently pressed my hands against his handsome face, "Have a good night." I say letting him go as he bowed a bit before backing out of the room, leaving me standing there with a frown as I folded my arms across my chest.
