My first night in LA and I'm left on my own to explore the city as my friends are wined and dined by their favorite man of the night. A soft sigh escaping, looking up at the bright neon lights above. Maybe I should just forget it and go back to watch TV in the hotel room. Stepping back as a group of swaying, laughing men and women make their way into the street. The sudden blast of pounding music sounding again as a smaller group makes their way into the club.
Not really wanting to spend the night alone. Shoulders straightened, leather tugged, I make my way through the door and into the crowded entryway. The couple in front of Me being harassed about their IDs. I'm forced to wait as they try to convince the doorman of their age and need to gain entrance. Rolling my eyes and digging into my pocket for the posted cover charge, having no patience at all for this delay and moving up as they finally move deeper into the club. Waving a bill in front of the muscle-bound guy behind the podium as my eyes scan the darkness beyond. His assessing glance and deep nod passing me through with money still in hand.
Stepping deeper into the press of people, flashing lights and a deep pulsing beat seeming to pound within my own body. The smoke in the room swirling like a thick fog. Squeezing myself between two girls in a deep meaningful conversation screamed at the top of their lungs, to slide onto a stool at the bar. Ordering my drink and leaving the bill in my hand to cover the charge as I curl fingers around the chilled glass and turn to watch the dance floor. Bodies writhing and jerking, sweat soaked brows and a flash of black fishnet.
A smile slowly curving my lips as I take the first deep drink of the icy mixture in my hand and start to relax. This isn't so bad, I'll have a few drinks, maybe a dance or two, and then back to the hotel for a bit of TV and bed. Settling in to watch the people around me, an ugly little man in the far corner trying his charms on a girl too young to know any better.
A girl with pink spiked hair tasting the lips of her lover across the way. My gaze shifting again, held this time by a more conservative type, a handsome man calmly sipping his drink and seeming to enjoy watching the dance floor as much as I. His dark suit flawless, his shoes shined to a bright sheen, his movements slow and precise as if everything was prearranged and fit perfectly into place.
Following the stranger's gaze to the dancing bodies, a younger man, nearly a boy moving out of the crowd to drop carelessly into the chair next to the other. Watching them lean close to speak, their eyes touching as the younger one laughs and grabs his own glass to toss back the contents. Beads of sweat trickling down the boy's brow, exertion flushing the smooth perfection of his face. The boy was dressed near opposite of the man at his side, his long legs encased in tight black latex, laced at the fly. His chest bared beneath the light mesh covering meant to have the illusion of a shirt, tiny nipples peeking as he moves.
His energy light and carefree, his body moving easily with the music as he rises and moves to the bar with an empty glass in hand. My voice a whispered thought as he comes closer. "My god, he's beautiful." Breath catching in my throat, watching him flirt easily with the barmaid, ordering his drink and making small talk as he waits for his will to be done. Long slender fingers closing around his glass and the change slid to him by the giggling girl behind the bar. His dark eyes flicking up to meet my gaze. A simple nod, a dismissing smile as he turns and heads back to his table. Seating himself again beside the handsome man.
Two drinks and a rush of confidence later, I stand and adjust the too short hem of my skirt. Moving with purpose across the crowded dance floor. Walking right up to their table and leaning low to speak with the older of the two. "Hi, I know this is a bit odd...but I'm new in town, I don't know anyone here, and I need a dance partner." Turning My glance slowly to look at the boy, then back again to continue. "How much would it cost me to have him...for the night?"
The boy's face flushing brighter, a sudden rise of anger lighting his dark eyes. "Excuse me?? I'm not for sale and I don't do chicks, go waste your money somewhere else!!"
My eyes flicking briefly to him at the outburst, an amused smile curving my lips. Turning immediately back to the older man. "I promise not to cut him up and leave him in a garbage bag somewhere, how much?" The boy's loud protests ringing in my ears yet my gaze staying locked on the other, waiting for his answer while totally ignoring the quickly ignited temper.
The man looks to the boy and back to me, his laughter soft and controlled, "Well lady, I'm not so sure you'll want him after you realize what a tantrum you've started, but if you're serious..." His amused gaze flashing to the boy. "If you're serious I think he'd be worth at least a hundred an hour."
The look on the boy's face at that offer...priceless. A look of pure astonished outrage, disbelief and possibly even a degree of pure animal lust. "WHAT?! How could you?how DARE you? Fuck you both I don't need this shit, I am so out of here!!" Shoving his chair back from the table the boy grabs for his jacket and heads in a rush for the door.
My decision made with the latest outburst, three wrinkled bills pulled from the tight leather at my hip and slammed onto the table. An arrogant grin curving my lips. "Nice doin' business with you, handsome." Winking and turning on My heel to wind through the crowd.
