BALA gripped the jet black card in his hand tightly, as the the taxi went over several speed bumps. He glanced back over the silver writing on the card - a single address and time - making sure he'd got it right. He had heard from a friend about this kind of club, the type where you could meet someone and simply...enjoy each other's company. But things were more complicated for him that just that.
The car pulled up outside the Radisson Blu Hotel against a backdrop of a moonlit Astana night. BALA checked in at reception, as hastily as he could, and proceeded to the room marked No. 127. It was already open; someone was inside.
"Well, come in then!" said someone on the other side of the door.
BALA recognised the voice instantly. His mind was screaming "Run! Run!" but his legs refused to move.
ACE grabbed a terrified BALA inside, and snogged him in the darkness, not realising who it was he was kissing, until BALA pulled away suddenly.
"What the hell? Really?" said BALA. "I wouldn't have thought you would be the kind of person to visit these clubs."
ACE, realising his mistake, said, "Well, the bill is unrefundable. So, we can either get down to it and forget about what happened in the morning, or we can just waste out time here. What's it gonna be?"
BALA was silent for a long time. He eyed up his friend, all the way from his dyed hair down to his skinny fit trousers, which were made of a very thin material. So thin, in fact, he could already see his...bulge. He felt instantly turned on, and blushed. "Continue", he said.
ACE grabbed BALA and shoved him onto the bed, kissing his neck.
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