“Didn’t you see that?”
JC’s friends were getting ready to go inside the club. Only one of them heard the man who lagged behind. “Jace see what?” He asked and chuckled nonsensically.
But JC wasn’t laughing. His eyes were fixated down the dark alley. He looked back to his friend, “There were these girls that-”
“Dude, there’s tons of chicks inside.” Then he got a confused look on his face. “Though, I don’t know why you’d care.”
JC sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. “Shut up. These women- they had white hair and they pointed to me.” He thought about it and then shook his head. “No, wait, more like beckoned to me.”
“Look you can stand out here all night and talk about old broads all you want. I’m going inside cause the party is pumping. You coming or what?” His friend didn’t wait for answer. He went into the open doors, assuming JC would be right behind him.
JC looked once again down the alley and saw a women’s arm appear from behind the corner of the building down the alleyway. She curled her finger and signaled to him. Throwing good sense and caution to the wind, JC moved closer to the women wearing tawdry white wigs and farther from his friends and the club.
He followed the two scantily clad women down the alley, crossing streets and down to another club door.
The women never said a word from the beginning of inviting JC or even when they stepped into the doorway. JC had to decide to go in with unfamiliar women or go back to the club where his friends were.
Since he was already was foolhardy enough to follow the cheap wig adorned women, why not just continue on? He stepped into the doorway and entered a low-lit hallway. He walked down the hallway, taking all of the decadence in when he entered inside a large room. A shadowy room that was filled with loud thumping bass and scantily clad women.
None of them were sporting tacky, cheap white wigs and he could not find either of the women who led him here.
Upon his arrival, the women had their eyes all over JC, making the man feel like he was an ice cold drink and they were extremely thirsty. He wanted out of the sudden spotlight he seemed to be in. It would be hard to get out of it because he was the only man present. Talk about being the odd man out.
He moved away from the entrance and walked pass the bar. If this was some sort of women’s only club or lesbian club, why wasn’t he thrown out? A dark thought popped inside his head. Suppose it was a female version of gentleman’s club and these ladies expected him to be tonight’s entertainment?
JC was definitely ready to call it quits cause curiosity killed the cat and he was not looking to get killed. As he cursed his foolishness, he looked to the entranceway he came out of and saw the doors were closed and more importantly locked. Not good at all.
He turned to look at the women and instead of being attacked; the women began to dance…with themselves
Pairs and some groups of three wriggled and writhed all over themselves. Moving sinuously to the loud beat pumping from the speakers. The women had their eyes pinned directly on him.
Okay, so maybe he didn’t have to dance. These women were acting like they were the entertainment and he felt like a voyeur. Not to mention a little out of place because this was not the kind of club he’d go to. The women were groping themselves and touching…oh God places he did think he should be seeing. He turned in a half circle to see that all of the women were enjoying themselves for his benefit.
He plotted ways to bail without looking too conspicuous but how could he do it with being the only guy here? Maybe he should wait until another dude came by and then he could slip out. But how long would that be? Or maybe he should-
The women with the ghastly white wigs were standing directly in front of him. Damn it! He was going to give them a piece of his mind for leaving him. JC opened his mouth to do so but then one of the cheap wigged women spoke.
“Come.” She said somehow under the loud bass and was still heard.
What? JC looked at her as if she grew another head with a horrific white wig on it. They were the ones who led him here and…
Then again, they never did kill him. And if they wanted to, wouldn’t they have done so already? The caramel skinned woman held out a hand for him to take. JC looked at it, thought of his options. He already was foolhardy tonight. Why not keep the theme he seemed to be sporting alive?
“What the hell?” He shrugged and moved toward the women…once again. This time each woman took a hold of his hands and then sort of dragged JC passed the dirty dancing women and into some sort of hallway. The door leading to the club was closed behind him.
The two women smiled at JC, batted their eyes and touched his chest. But JC drew the line at touching. “Hey, hey, hey,” he held his hands out in protest. “No touchy, touchy. Comprende?” He waited for the women’s hands to leave.
“Whatever you wish,” the lighter one of the two whispered.
The darker girl said, “Follow us.” She and her tacky haired partner in crime walked down the hall, Joshua trailing behind. He wondered where else they would lead him now cause if they thought they could peddle their asses for a few quick bucks, they had better bark up another tree.
Because one, it would take more than some short skirts and cheap, tacky white wigs to get his crotch rocket launched.
And two, just plain ew.
And most of all three, he barely even knew them. Then again if they wore the ugly wigs on their heads, maybe they really weren’t people he wanted to get to know. He knew men who wore high fashion wigs and could put those women to shame.
“Please wait in there.” The darker woman asked as she pointed to the largest door in the hall. It was slightly opened and to be honest, it looked pretty sturdy, opulent even. Since JC bought himself a one-way ticket on the Dummy’s Express when he decided to follow these women instead of his friends, he wanted to get his money’s worth.
“Is this some kind of sex thing? Did Jason put you guys up to this?” He knew his friend Jason could get pretty wild and this seemed like something he was into, women with fake boobs and white flammable hair.
“Please wait in there,” the lighter girl repeated in a monotone voice. She even had the nerve to wear a little smile.
“Fine. Be that way. I bet--”
“Please wait in there,” the darker girl repeated again. She, too, wore that smile. It grated on his nerves.
JC snorted. “You know, that was rude.”
The girls smiled patiently and waited for him to enter the room.
“You two didn’t even tell me your names.”
The smiles never faded. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder, breaths in sync while waiting for him to enter the room.
“Is this your leader’s room or something? Am I going to have to strip?”
The women kept their mouths closed.
“Are you two deaf or something?” He waved his hands in front of their faces but they gave him no reaction. “Forget this.” Whatever these women were on, JC did not want a part of this. He was getting a little freaked out the more he thought about it. He turned to head back to the door that led to the groping women. Even if they looked at him like he was the last Reese’s Pieces on earth, at least they didn’t wear appalling white wigs.
“Please come inside,” a voice beckoned from behind the door. The most distinctive thing about that voice was that it was male. Finally, JC might get some damn answers. “Thank you B. Thank you T. That will be all.” The two women sauntered down the hall, opening one of the many doors scattered about the hallway and he heard a faint moan, a man’s moan.
Shaking his head, he sighed and opened the door in front of him wider. He wished he had some sort of weapon on him. Maybe he could lie and say that he had one. JC gasped when he saw a giant television screen wall behind a massive desk across from him. It appeared that he stepped into the big man’s playground. The screens lit the shadowy room. It was the main source of light and kept the room shadowy.
There were televisions on top of televisions, spread out in the big office to form a wall. JC moved in closer and saw that it was security pictures being viewed from all around the club. He saw on quite the number of screens different angles of the dancing women and the club. He saw another man enter and the women began to start up dancing all over each other again.
Before he could take in what the other screens played, a shadow moved toward him. “Don’t be alarmed. I am not…who did you say again? Jason? I am not him. This is not a sex thing as you put it. I really do detest the word and all its tasteless implications.” The man talked as he walked toward JC and stopped to get a good look of him. He stepped into the light. “I’m the owner of this club. Justin Timberlake.” He lit a cigar and held a hand for JC to shake.
And Joshua had to gasp for the second time that night. Because the guy standing in front of him was too young to own such a swanky club or smoke that cigar. And this Justin Timberlake had no problem spewing that acrid smoke out of his mouth and into JC’s face. JC choked for clean air and walked away from the bearded, baby voiced man.
“I take it you wouldn’t want to light a Cuban with me, eh?” Justin smiled and walked to his desk to stub out the cancer stick. He was dressed in a black designer suit, making JC feel a little out of place. Cause no matter how old this kid was, he screamed M-O-N-E-Y.
“You’re.” He coughed. “God damn,” he gasped hungrily for air, “Right.” His eyes were tearing up as he heaved.
“Sorry about the smoke in the face. I can get you a drink. Please have a seat.” He gestured to a seat behind him and in front of his desk. JC sank down into it as Justin made his way behind the desk. He pressed a button on his desk and spoke. “Hey there Z honey. Are you busy?”
“Oh no Mister Justin. I’m not busy at all.” A breathy female voice rang through the speaker and office. “What would you like?”
“Well some drinks would be nice for my guest and I.”
“Ice?” She seemed to know exactly what her boss liked.
Justin smiled. “You know it.”
“Be right out, Mister Justin.”
“So I’ve introduced myself, you must know that I am very intrigued to know your name.” He moved from behind his desk and stood in front of JC. He leaned against his desk and crossed his right leg in front of the other, his eyes boring into JC.
“JC.” He cleared his throat. “So what kind of club is this?”
“You won’t be forced to strip as you ranted outside of my door. Anyone stripping down will be of one’s own accord,” he smirked. “So JC did you like what you saw out there?” JC coughed once more and was saved from answering when there was a timid knock made outside Justin’s door. “Come in, Z. You can set up right in front of Mr. JC.” Justin moved away from JC.
The woman made her way inside, carrying a tray containing a brandy snifter, an ice bucket and two glasses. She toddled over to the desk and JC turned to see what the new miss would be wearing.
He gasped once again for the night. Z was fucking naked and she had the biggest pair of titties that JC had ever seen. Obviously they weren’t the tan queen’s natural set but those breasts were out of this world and deserved a good goggle even if it was in disgust. She was wearing only a white thong to match her yucky white hair. She bent her ass in front of JC and he tried not to frown in distaste.
She looked to her boss for something that JC could not tell but whatever it was set Z on him. She and her EEE sized breasts were poured into his lap. He couldn’t hold his tongue back anymore. “Hey now porn star! I didn’t ask to have my lap filled with your titties!” Z didn’t even look at him as JC tried to push her naked breasts off of him without hurting her.
Justin shook his head at Z. “That will be all Z. Thank you, sweetheart.” Z stood up wordlessly and sauntered out of the office. “Just as I suspected, JC.” Justin leaned to the glass tray and made their drinks.
“What did you suspect?”
Justin finished pouring the alcohol over the ice and handed his guest a glass first. JC accepted and took a healthy sip. “That you’re gay.”
JC choked. He was wreaking havoc to his windpipe this evening. “Excuse me?”
“I’ve been watching you the moment B and T led you to my front door.” Justin stopped to drink from his glass before he carried on. “I must admit you aren’t the first man to be led here by them. This is more of a gentleman’s club with added benefits shall you say.”
“A brothel?”
“Somewhat,” he shrugged. “Let’s just say any man who enters here will definitely have a good time at Decadence. And leave here satisfied to the utmost degree.”
“So those women with the cheap wigs are prostitutes?”
“No, the women that lured you here and failed to excite you sexually are not prostitutes. Those women work the street.” He finished the rest of his glass. “My women do not.”
“How do you know they didn’t excite me?”
Justin rolled his eyes and unfolded his leg so he could stand upright. “Please JC. Z was ready to blow you at a zipper’s tug. She all but melted on you and you cringed. I had some of the sexiest women in this city, dancing for you but you shied away. Instead of pointing out or pawing at B and T’s assets or asses for that matter, you talked about how cheap their wigs are. Shall I continue?”
“No you shan’t.” JC gulped the alcohol down and he had tears in his eyes from the burning in his throat.
“So what do you think I should do JC?”
JC finished his drink. “I dunno. It depends. Are you pissed at a loss in a monetary prospect?”
“Nah. I figured you weren’t a titties and ass man before you nearly dry heaved at watching the women dance with each other. Can’t say it pissed me off. In fact, I was quite happy.”
“What?” Either the drink was going to his head or this boy was talking in riddles. “Say what?”
Justin laughed and grabbed a remote from his desk. He held his other hand out to JC. “Would you dance with me since the ladies don’t entice you?”
“Huh?”
“Come now. I’m not bad looking and it’s not like you weren’t thinking about it. And if you weren’t, I can make sure you will. So dance with me.”
“Maybe I don’t want to dance with you?” JC finished off in an awkward question/answer.
Justin smirked and plucked the ice filled tumbler out of JC’s hand. He placed it next to his. “Please? I’ll tell you a secret if you do.”
JC shrugged and stood up. Justin pressed a button on the remote to fill his office with the music from the club. “I’m a sucker for secrets.” He moved into Justin’s opened arms and swayed with him to the beat.
Justin brought him even closer and whispered, “And I’m a sucker.”
Joshua moved his head to take a good look at his dancing partner, never missing a beat. “What?”
“I’m a sucker. Well I should say I suck.”
“Uh-huh…” JC was not really following.
“Dicks. I suck dicks. I am gay. That’s my secret,” he grinned a lupine smile.
“Well I doubt any straight guy would want to dance with another man, a gay man at that.”
Justin turned them. The music changed to a slower pace, the bass was drawling. It called for its dancers to leave their bodies against each other at longer intervals. “So you admit it.”
JC raised an eyebrow. “Right along with you. But why would you own such a club?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” He countered.
“Forget that you’re gay. You’re young even if you grow a beard to look older that voice has teen stamped all over it.”
“I’m twenty three, thank you very much and this is a family business. Inherited from my late Daddy. God rest his soul.” He blinked his eyes. “I like you.”
“Yeah I can feel it.” He knew he felt something on his thigh.
“Well good since you noticed, I guess you wouldn’t mind me doing this.” He leaned forward to catch a taste of JC’s lips but JC moved his head away and continued dancing.
“Actually I do mind. We didn’t even finish one dance yet. My kisses aren’t that easy no matter what my crotch might say.”
Now it was Justin’s turn to be confused. “What?”
The music stopped and a new tune had begun. “Well that song’s over, which means that our dance is too. So…” JC leaned forward and pressed his plumper lips against Justin’s. Josh wasn’t ready to sign his sperm cells away to this man with the sensation of their first kiss. He didn’t feel the earth shatter or the heavens realign.
But…
There was potential.
JC licked the smaller lips with his tongue, moistening the flesh and taking his sweet time. Justin was all too eager and parted his lips, greedily taking in JC’s tongue. He wrapped his tongue around JC’s and sensually played a tug of war. The two licked each other’s lips as they pressed their bodies, taking in each other’s breath.
JC liked where this was going. He liked it a lot. So much, that he brought his hand between their middles. “That was good.”
“No thisis good.” Justin was one step ahead and brushed his hand past JC’s and delved into the tight waistband. “Now warn me if I am being too forward.”
That seemed to set JC off. He couldn’t stop laughing. Nor could he stop his hand from crossing the waistline of Justin’s pants too. He stopped moving when he felt Justin’s large hand make fluttery motions inside his jeans.
“Pop the button and pull down my fly.” JC winked, “Easier access, less constriction.”
“Duly noted. Same goes for you,” Justin breathed out.
Both heeded the instructions and in less than a minute, each had handfuls of hard cock. And each grunted out in pleasure. Both exposed themselves and the two cock heads drooled and overlapped each other. “Don’t stop. Dancing,” JC ordered brokenly. He liked the song that was playing.
The two gripped each other’s meat, beating themselves to heavy beat of the music. Justin sucked onto JC’s pink lips, biting down when JC’s hands got really into it. Both pulled and played, sluicing pre cum all over the stiff poles. It was kind of hard to focus dancing but somehow they managed.
They swayed to the music jerking each other off, kissing and panting at each other’s lips. JC moved his way to Justin’s base and back up again to the tip, playing with the leaking slit. Justin made a sound in his throat that made JC impossibly harder. They gave up dancing because they were close to falling on the plush carpet. JC’s face was so red and Justin couldn’t catch a full breath yet.
Justin speeded up his motions. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too.” JC babbled incoherently, “Me. Too. Me too, Me too. Yes. Please.” His hand was slick with Justin’s juice.
“Together,” Justin exhaled.
JC understood and he moved his hand faster too, gripping in all the right places. The two carried their hasty pace, leaning into each other when their own weight was too much to bear alone. They brought their cock heads together to kiss and they took each other’s lips and that brought them over the edge.
They shot their jizz all over their hands and crotches. JC shivered and Justin quaked, riding out their orgasms. The beating of his heart could not stop pounding inside JC’s head. This turned out to be one hell of a night.
“I have a bedroom. My apartment is behind this office,” Justin informed into JC’s neck.
“Please,” JC sighed and snorted in a weird combination, “I’ll need a couple of more dances before I end up on my back.”
Justin smiled wickedly, “My kind of man.”
“Yeah, yeah.” JC wiped his hand onto his shirt. “Start moving those hips. I plan on putting them to good use.” He wriggled his hips along Justin’s and the two danced the night away.
The End