If any of the chapters come out weird-looking, it's because I'm new here and still trying to figure out this manager/uploader thingy. Bear with me :P
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The music assaults my ears as we step through the doors of The Station. I look over at the main stage and sure enough, Nash and Jericho are up front and center, trying to get up close and personal with one of the dancers. Predictable is what those two are.
Word of our arrival gets back to Charlie quickly and he comes, with a girl on each arm, to greet us. "Angel! Taker!"
He's wearing one of his insanely bright coloured outfits, and I can't help but smirk as he shakes hands with Angel, who looks the complete opposite of Charlie, dressed in his usual all-black attire.
"Your guys are at your usual booth," he tells us. We thank him and head towards the back. He turns his attention to the other nearby patrons. As we pass by the bar I hear him yell.
"Who wants to take a ride on the hoooooo train?!"
I snort and Angel shakes his head. I'm about to make some smartass comment when I'm interrupted by some women at the bar.
"Hi Angel. Hi Taker, " they coo at us in unison. They look like Barbies. Blonde hair, too much make-up, plastic… everything. Plastic trashtastic is what Jericho would say.
Angel merely nods at them and keeps walking, while I suppress the urge to roll my eyes and manage to get out a polite "Evenin', ladies." I can't help but snicker at the comments they make after they think we're out of earshot.
"They are soooo hot."
"I bet Taker's cock is huge."
"You know why they call them the Princes of Darkness? I heard that one time they both…"
The club noise drowns out Barbie #3's comment. I roll my eyes at the Princes of Darkness comment.
Angel turns to me with a raised eyebrow as we reach our booth . "Quite the imagination they have there, hm?"
"Excuse me?" I mock glare at him and stand with my hands on my hips, secretly glad that he seems to be out of whatever funk he was in earlier at the cemetery. Broody Angel is no fun. "I'm hung like a bull and you know it."
He pretends to think about it for a moment. "No… No, I can't say I do," he says. I can see that his lips are twitching in an effort not to smile.
"Well then I reckon you should take another look at the goods before you go around slandering them." I gesture to the front of my pants.
He glances over at our booth a few feet away where Hunter and Shawn are looking at us curiously, probably wondering why I was pointing at my crotch. I'm surprised to see Trish and Becca here too. Randy's busy ogling the dancers on the stage. Angel looks back at me and devious look comes into his eyes, and for a brief moment I wonder what I've gotten myself into. Angel shrugs and goes straight for my zipper and gets it about three quarters of the way down before Randy suddenly notices and yells from our table. "Oh my god. What the hell are you faggots doing?!"
Angel laughs out loud and he goes to sit down at the booth. I keep standing because there's no place left to sit. I steal Randy's pint of beer off the table and take a long swig. "What's the matter, boy? 'Fraid my dick will make yours look tiny?"
He scowls at me at flags a waitress down to bring more drinks. "No. I just don't need to be seen hanging 'round a buncha homos."
Trish rolls her eyes. "Can you say homophobia?"
"Ya know, Randy. We all know you're hiding in the closet. It must be awful lonely in there," Shawn remarks.
"Yeah if you come out, me and Shawn will show you a real good time if ya know what I mean." Hunter manages a very convincing leer at Randy for all of two seconds before bursting into laughter.
Becca stands and lets me sit down. She's about to go and get another chair but makes a surprised squeak as I grabbed her by the hips and pull her onto my lap. I kinda like that noise. The guys argue back and forth while Becca keeps wiggling around in my lap, on purpose no doubt.
"Stop moving," I growl quietly in her ear.
"I'm just trying to get comfortable," she says and turns her head to face me, trying for the innocent look. Innocent, my ass. I nip her ear and she makes that surprised noise again. My cock twitches in its confines. Oh yeah, I definitely like that sound.
Angel gives me a knowing smirk and leans over to put his head on my shoulder so he can look Becca in the eye. "You okay there?"
She nods at him and quickly turns her head to face the other direction. Her cheeks are flushed an interesting shade of pink and she shifts uncomfortably in my lap. Damn, if she keeps moving around, both of us are gonna be real uncomfortable. I know full well she's got the hots for Angel. Every since she entered the house for the first time with Shawn, she's been casting furtive looks his way. Well, they would've been furtive if I hadn't noticed them. That and she drops the subtle question or comment about him during our occasional bedtime talks in my room. Again, not so subtle to me. Angel is either playing it hard to get, or he's really really ignorant.
"Anyways, Bec and I are gonna head out," Trish says.
"We are?" Becca asks as she gets up and stands.
"We are." Trish climbs over Angel, flashing him a smile when he arches his eyebrows at her. She's about to climb over me to exit the booth when she notices that my fly is still open.
"If you're not careful, you'll catch a draft," she murmurs, tongue-in-cheek.
"I think I can handle it," I reply coolly.
"Oh but I'm sure there are people who need you in good working order so..." She trails off and carefully zips me up, and gives me a pat and a squeeze, eliciting a grunt from me. Saucy wench.
She places a quick kiss to Becca's lips, grabs her hand, and they head for the exit.
"Wow," Randy says. He's got the most priceless look on his face and I really wish I had a camera to capture the moment, just so I can throw it back in his face.
Of course, I knew already about Trish and Becca. It pays to observant and stealthy like me. And lucky I guess. That one time I didn't come here with the rest of the boys a couple weeks ago, I walked in on a naked Becca on her bed with a certain blonde woman between her legs. Being the consummate gentleman that I am, I left them to their own devices. I had a hard time sleeping that night, if you catch my drift. Really fuckin' hard.
Charlie comes by our table to ask us if there's anything else he can do for us. He's got two new girls with him, a brunette and a redhead. The redhead's wearing a tight-fitting shirt and cargo pants, which would seem out of place at any other strip club, but Charlie's a nice guy and lets his girls do whatever the hell they want. What catches my attention more than the pants is the purple thong that's peeping out above the waistline. Mmm yeah, there's something Charlie can do for me alright. Angel beats me to the punch.
"Any way I can take Red off your hands tonight?" he asks Charlie. I really really really feel like throttling Angel right now.
"Whadya say, babe?" Charlie asks her. Like I said, Charlie treats his girls real nice. She nods.
"She's all yours, Angel."
Grumbling, I get up so Angel can. He looks at me as he's getting up, and laughs when he sees my face. I'm trying really hard not to look like a petulant child or something, but obviously he sees right through me. He gives me a sly look, wraps an arm around Red's waist and plants a long, sensual kiss on her, sucking on her bottom lip as he pulls away. She's panting by the end of it, while I'm trying not to. I hate you, Angel.
He grins at me before turning to her and saying, "Would you be totally opposed to Taker joining us tonight?"
"I'm up for anything you're up for." She gives me a sexy smirk and slips her hand underneath Angel's shirt to stroke his chest, watching me the whole time. Have I mentioned how much I love Angel lately?