Page 164 of The Heart You Kept

Naked.

The barmen are all shirtless, women are dressed in black leather corsets and black lace panties and are carrying around silver trays with shots on them.

“Welcome.” One smiles, she has long red hair and is absolutely gorgeous, my eyes drop down her scantily dressed body, man…. She works out, hard.

“Can I offer you a shot?” she asks.

“Umm.” We glance at each other. “Sure.” We all take a shot of something clear and throw it back.

“Tequila.” I wince, we put the empty shot glasses back on the tray and she saunters off.

“How’s her ass.” Thomas smiles as his eyes linger on her.

“Tight,” I whisper.

Another woman arrives with a silver tray covered in white lines of powder. “A welcome treat.”

Cocaine…you can get cocaine as a welcome gift?

“What the fuck?” Helene squeaks.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Thomas smiles.

“That could be anything,” I whisper.

“That works because I’m up for anything.” He smirks.

I glance over to see a man getting a lap dance by a naked lady. “Is this a strip club?” I ask the cocaine dealer.

“This is an everything club.” She winks and walks away as we all stare after her.

I look to the other side of the club to see a man in a G-string giving a woman a lap dance. Her partner is sitting beside them watching while he smokes a cigar. The dancer leans in and kisses her and then leans in and kisses her husband.

“Fucking hell, is this a brothel?”

There’s a packed dance floor and a DJ box, the man dancing behind the DJ is naked and painted gold with a massive erection. It’s bouncing heavily around between his legs as he dances.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, the others follow my line of sight.

“Viagra, anyone?” Thomas whispers wide-eyed. “Now I have officially seen it all.”

“Don’t ruin our fantasies.” Helene slaps him on the thigh. “He doesn’t use Viagra, that’s all natural.”

“The women here…Fuck,” Thomas whispers. “Everyone is beautiful.”

“And the men, can we talk about the men?” Helene whispers back. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“I’m getting a lap dance by the gold guy with the massive shlong,” I announce.

Thomas giggles. “I bet you don’t.”

“Oh my god,” Helene gasps as she looks up, once again we follow her gaze to see a large black cage suspended from the ceiling. In it, a gold-painted man is getting a head job from another gold-painted man on his knees, he’s wearing a gold-chained collar and leash.

“Fucking hell,” I whisper wide-eyed. “Jeez.”

Another scantily dressed woman saunters past us and Thomas’s eyes drop to her chest. Thomas adjusts himself in his pants. “I am one hundred percent picking up tonight, be warned.”

“Why do you need to warn us?” Helene asks as her eyes linger on the head job action. “Man or woman?”