I’m gonna have to change when I get there and believe me I’m grabbing the best girl or two to fuck before I leave. I need to work off this stress and angst.
Things have been different all around since Vincent took charge. Everyone has had to step up in a way which has made me see how much his father did when he was in charge.
It’s been nearly nine months now and my God have I stepped up my game.
I’m the tech who can hack a system six ways to Sunday, the guy who can clean a dirty billion and make it look good. Make shit shine. Make it look like it’s doing the good Lord’s work if I want it to.
But my family see me as the playboy I am when I’m at The Dark Odyssey. My father in particular definitely sees me as such, even though Georgiou is the liberal free spirited one with his polyamorous marriage.
Half an hour later, I pull up at the club’s parking lot and rest my head against the seat.
From the look of the parking lot, it’s packed tonight. That’s always good and even better when it’s the start of a new show. Something new to bring in fresh money.
That’s one of the things I do here. I come up with new dark fantasies for those who come to my club to walk on the wild side.
Tonight, is the opening night of the Heaven and Hell show. I have all kinds of sinful shit happening right out in the open for all to see. Up until tonight we had a show of acrobats fucking on aerial hoops and inside the exhibitionist box. Tonight, we’ll have that and so much more.
But what will set it apart is the piece of heaven that will contrast everything. I haven’t seen it yet but the choreographer I hired is the best.
I’m about to get out of the car when someone crashes into the back of me.
Someone, crashes into my fucking Bugatti and I’m parked. What kind of an idiot does that. Who the fuck would dare come close to my car in the piece of shit I’m looking at in the rearview mirror?
It’s a blue SUV that looks like it’s seen better days. The people who frequent this place don’t drive shit like that.
Enraged I jump out ready to give a mouth full, but the words fade from my mind when a beautiful blonde woman steps out of the car, shaking.
She shakes even more when she sees me. I’m not sure if that’s because she knows who I am, or if it’s because I just look scary. She’s petite, about five-four, but has the kind of body made for sin. The kind of body I like on a woman who can take a hard fuck.
“I’m so sorry,” she says first. Her crystal blue eyes shimmer against the moonlight and the outline of her heart shaped face is set in fear.
I just stare back at her and look her over in her jeans and t-shirt. The women who come here dress in lingerie. Outside they’d at least have on robes or a kimono.
“I didn’t see you,” she continues.
“I was parked,” I point out. “The fucking car is black and silver. How could you not see me?” I’m not being an asshole. Or maybe I am, just a little.
It’s because she’s piqued my interest and I want to know what she’s doing here. If she’s parked here, she’s definitely going into the club.
As what though?
Her lips tremble and she releases a shallow breath.
“I know, I’m sorry that’s not what I meant. I mean I saw you, but I didn’t know that was going to happen. My car does that sometimes. It jerks forward, especially when I’m nervous. It’s my first night working here.” She looks uneasy saying that and like she wishes she could take it back.
I get it. I’m not sure I know anyone who would confess to working in a sex club. Owning it is different.
I resist the urge to smile. This girl is about to work for me and doesn’t have a clue who I am.
Nice.
“Well, sweetheart, maybe you’ll get enough coins to get rid of that piece of shit that crashed into my car. What are you going to do about the damage now though?” I tilt my head to the side and study her.
She rushes to open her door, reaches for her purse, and digs around until she finds some note paper. Taking out a pen from the side pocket of her purse, she scribbles on the paper and hands it over to me.
“That’s my name and number. Please, would it be okay if you called me later to resolve it? I… can’t be late. It’s a scratch that’s entirely my fault and I promise I’ll fix it.” She points to the bumper of my car.
She’s right it’s just a scratch.
I look down at the paper, and smile. I’ll definitely be using that number.
“All right sweetheart. Good luck on your first night. I’ll be in touch.”
“Thank you,” she nods at me, and I can tell she’s grateful, but that she also knows it was no sentiment.
I watch her practically flee from me and run right into the staff entrance of my club.
Looks like tonight just took an interesting turn.
I can’t wait to see what’ll happen next, or what my new friend will be like. I glance down at the piece of paper in my hands and a sinful smile spreads across my face.
Lilly St. James.
That’s her name.
Well, hello Lilly. Welcome to The Dark Odyssey. I hope you enjoy your stay.
I know I will.
Chapter Two
Lilly
Oh my God…
What a damn way to start the night.
Jesus…Running my car into the back of a Bugatti. A parked one at that. It’s not that I didn’t see it. And I don’t know why such foolishness fell from my lips when I told that guy, I didn’t see him.
Even if I were blind, I would have seen that guy and by the same token I would have known to stay far away.
The man is GQ gorgeous with the type of face reserved for Hollywood. His face is all angles and planes gorgeous and he packs the type of muscle best reserved for a men’s health magazine.
However, I can spot a guy that’s trouble from a mile away. Up close, it’s easier. Add the fact he had blood on the collar of his shirt, and that’s enough for the warning bells to go off in my mind.
Mafia … that was him. He looked Italian and carried the attitude I’ve grown used to with men of that caliber. They’re just like the Cartel. No different. Maybe worse.
What I do know is I’m lucky he didn’t push for me to sort out my clumsiness then and there, or behave like an ass over the scratch. And thank God it was a scratch. Who knows what it will cost me though, or what the claim will do to my insurance to spike up the monthly payments.
I sigh and pace up the stairs. I’m not late, yet, but bordering on it. I don’t think they will mind because I’m not supposed to be here for another hour, but I was asked to get here early to go over the performance tonight.
Performance…
That’s the part I’m looking forward to and the fact I can wear clothes tonight is a plus. There will be some routines in the weeks to come where I’ll basically be naked.
Dancing naked after not being on stage for close to five years is not my idea of fun.
Dancing naked in a sex club when you were on track to a career as a successful dancer was never in the cards for me. Not at all.
My cheeks burn. Maybe crashing into that guy was an omen I shouldn’t be here. Here at The Dark Odyssey. A sex club known for all kinds of debauchery and wild fantasies for the sexually adventurous.