Thrity-One

**

Max had managed to give his minder the slip, wasn’t hard. He left his car at a shopping centre, then left in Chase’s Mitsubishi sedan.

They arrived at Club Neveau around nine o’clock, missing the mad rush that came after ten. Buying a drink, he, Dwayne and Brett scoped the joint for exits, where the toilets were, stairs, how many bouncers were working. Paranoia is a terrible thing when you’re already paranoid. It doesn’t heighten your senses it plays tricks on your mind.

Max looked at everyone like they were going to stab him at a drop of a hat.

“Relax. You look like you're on drugs”, said Dwayne, his drawl infuriating Max immediately. Christies ex sitting back and sucking on a big cold beer.

“This affects us all, remember?”

“Let’s see what this is all about to start with. Could just be b.s and we can go home or stay and get some action. Nice firm babies walking around tonight”, said Brett.

“What happened to all of your confessions choir boy?” asked Chase.

“You all seeing my dick was what’s wrong. God created one-on-one not a fucking orgie”, he said which made Dwayne laugh.

Max remained serious, looking around some more.

“Relax. We’ve scoped the place; it will be swarming soon enough. If there’s trouble, we leave. ciao, sayonara!”

“Easy for you all to say, it was me they approached. If I go down, you all go down with me”, said Max disgustedly.

“You sure you kept your mouth shut?”

“Goddam it Brett. Why would I talk about something that didn’t interest me?” said Max angrily.

“That’s right. You swing differently to us”, said Dwayne which really pissed Max off.

Brett and Chase looked at Max, their questions hovering on the tip of their tongues.

“You gay Max?” Brett finally asked, Chase leaning in closer to hear the answer.

Max looked away and refused to answer. Dwayne just took another long sip of his beer.

**

Kamryn was wearing a tiny microphone down one side of her dress, beside her boob. The dress she had on looked like a glorified flip flop. The sequences separated at her throat, covered each breast, just, then spread apart, wrapping around her waist into a tight mini.

Her naval right up to her breastbone was exposed, her back was just downright bare. She wore a pair of wrap around stilettos which gave her an extra two inches which made her supple legs look fuckable, thought Beetle finding it hard to let her hand go.

“Sweetling?” he asked, squeezing her finger a little too hard.

“Beetle”, she cooed, patting his chest.

He looked like a civilian wearing his baby blue linen shirt, stone washed denims that hugged him very impressively in the front and the back.

His beard had been trimmed to swoon worthy, while Crystal had professionally tied his hair into a man bun worthy of any magazine cover.

“You’re frightening me sweetling”.

“Why?”

“My junk seems to disown me when I’m in your presence”.

“Want to know a secret?”

“Hmmm”, he said smelling the fragrance on her neck.

“I really want you to cuff me”, she said blowing in his ear.

“Well fuck me. Every time there’s work, this happens. I swear to Budha, Ghandi and fucking Genghis Khan, let another man anywhere near what’s mine I’ll just shoot the cunt”.

Kam looked at Beetle, never said a word and then stared at him for longer.

“You really like me?”

“Can’t help myself Sweetling. I’m like a little boy in a candy store with no money. I’m so into you, the candy doesn’t interest me anymore. The fact I’m in that store, I never wanna leave”.

“That’s ... that is ... oh my! Craig ... Ummm ... I don’t ...”

“Just do your thing and I’ll be watching. Yeah?”

“Yeah?”

Kamryn walked to the office door, ignored Stone’s chuckle, gave Frost the bird and nodded at Bastion who she’d only just met. She left closing the door behind her.

Her target, four arseholes.

“Reeve’s has just showed up with one other guy. He’s wearing his ummm, leather jacket”, Bastion’s floor managed said through his earpiece.

“Ask him to remove his leather jacket if he wishes to enter my establishment”.

“Establishment”.

“He’s not very happy”, said the floor manager again.

“They are the requirements of entry, otherwise he can remove himself. Leave!” Bastion ordered his staffer.

“Remove himself”.

“He’s obliged but wants it noted he’s not impressed”.

“Tell him to put it in writing. Dress etiquette is essential”.

“Etiquette”, said Frost echoing his words for the third time.

“Beetle, give it ten minutes, then go and buy yourself a drink from the bar. Need you on the floor”, Stone said looking at the monitor on Bastion’s desk.

“Frost, shut the fuck up!"

Bastion smiled at Frost then turned his attention back to the monitor with Stone.

**

Kamryn went to the ladies and checked that the microphone was working. She walked past the private room with the signage, Private displayed then went and got herself a glass of lemon water. Walking right past the table where four men were seated.

“See! Like I said. Nice. Firm. Babies”.

“Pardon”, said Kam adjusting the underside of her barely there dress when her boob just managed a quick peek-a-boo.

“Here on your own?” asked one of the men.

“I am, maybe not for much longer”, she said walking off, swinging her firm derriere in the process.

“Man, she looks fit. D’ya check out the abs on that baby?” asked Dwayne.

“Did, and the firm tits. God I’d love to put them in my mouth and suck like a newborn”, Brett chimed in.

“She’s an Asian”, Max said like the very thought was abhorrent.

“What if it was a she-man. Would you be interested?” asked Dwayne picking up his drink and sauntering off towards the bar.

“Cock sucker”, said Max angrily.

“But, isn’t ... aren’t ... you like doing that. Right?” asked Chase innocently.

“Fuck you all. Just shut your mouths and burn your imaginations alright. We are here tonight for one reason. Find out what that President man wants and then leave”.

“Fine, fine”, said Chase feeling wounded.

“I’m gonna get me another drink with Dwayne”, said Brett leaving his seat.

Both Dwayne and Brett stood either side of Kamryn, silently waiting for her drink to arrive.

“You boys aren’t drinking?”

“Oh! we’re drinking. Just interested in what you’re drinking as well”.

“Lemon water, can’t be too careful”, she said taking a sip, turning her back to the bar so her assets were now on full display.

“Gotta say you’re a honey?” said Dwayne, laying his drawl on a little thicker.

"Mighty fine”, added Brett.

“Thanks! I work out a lot. Love the sweat, makes me feel good when I’m all slippery. You feel me!” Kam said sucking on her straw seductively.

“I want to”, said Brett nodding at the barman and lifting his empty glass for a refill of the same poison.

“You like more than one?” asked Dwayne, looking her all the way down then all the way up, slowly.

“If I’m the one in charge. Like the control”, she said sipping some more, noticing the seat next to her becoming vacated so she shimmied up giving the boys more than an eye full of something lacy and black between her legs.

“We got a meeting in ten. Would you stick around till after?” asked Brett, placing his empty glass on the bar, not wanting another drink if his night was gonna go as he planned. “Dwayne and I aren’t adverse to sharing sunshine”.

“What’s your name?” asked Dwayne, resting his arm behind Kamryn on the bar. His protective manner not going unnoticed by Brett who just smiled.

“I think Sunshines suits me just fine. Careful boys, you might just get burnt”.

“Might just let you ... burn me that is”, said Brett, readjusting himself inside his jeans.

“You’re mighty easy Sunshine”, Dwayne declared, eyeing Kamryn skeptically.

“You came over to me remember. I’m quite happy to go home and do my own workout”, Kam said placing her drink on the bar behind her, getting ready to stand up.

Beetle had stepped closer, listening to their conversation, trying his darndest not to punch the fuckers in the face.

When the barman asked what drink he wanted, he had to repeat himself, twice.

“Ladies coming home with us so fuck off”, said Dwayne giving Beetle a greasy.

"Possessive much", Kam said looking a little put off. "What's your name anyway?"

"I'm Brett, that's Dwayne and your sunshine".

"I am until morning, then I'll be going to work".

"So you're ours till then?" asked Dwayne turning his back on Beetle, purposefully.

"If you don't leave me alone, might just talk to blue eyes", she said smiling around Dwayne to look at the man who had made a public declaration upstairs.

"I can't see that happening sunshine. Might need you to come with us for that meeting then we can all leave together, Dwayne, you and me".

Kamryn ignored his statement and grabbed her abandoned drink, sucking on her straw seductively.

Both Dwayne and Brett staring at her tits.

Beetle was about ready to blow a fuse.

"Move your arses and follow me", demanded Max who gave Kamryn a filthy look.

"She's coming with us", said Dwayne, wrapping his arm around her waist while Brett took the drink out of her hands and began walking backwards.

"This way sunshine", he said.

"Seems you and I were never meant to be blue eyes", Kam said getting up to leave.

"I'll be here Sweetling. A man never abandons a woman when she's with boys".

"Dick head", said Dwayne pulling her away.

**