by Windsor Blue
Notes - Happy birthday, Blue Soaring! ^___^ *smooch*
I had driven by that club at least a hundred times before. The sign out front, garish red neon cursive next to a blinking martini glass, was just a part of the landscape to me - just another bit of the city to be carefully ignored as I crawled home in my car.
But that night, ah - that night, that sign was an invitation. It called to me like a beacon through the fog of my days, and I was helpless to do anything but answer it.
"Welcome to Swank," said the pretty blonde hostess when I walked in the door. "What's your pleasure tonight, sir?" Her dress was somewhere between Mary Quant and Zsa-Zsa Gabor, but somehow it both worked for her and matched the decor. From what I could see, the entire place was decked out in early Rat Pack-era Las Vegas style. I nodded to myself - it matched the name, at least - and tried to come up with an answer to her question.
"I don't know," I finally replied. "I've never been here before, so I don't know what you have to offer."
She gave me a wicked smile. "We have plenty to offer a discerning gentleman like yourself." She led the way into the main room of the club, where waitresses wandered around in tiny dresses and stiletto heels. A few couples danced to the strains of Sinatra being piped in from God-knew-where, but mostly people just sat, drank, laughed and played some cards.
"There will be a floor show starting in a few minutes, if you'd like to stay here for that, or we also have personal viewing rooms for more private entertainment."
I found myself nodding. "Private entertainment...yes, I think that's what I'd like."
She smiled again, and I wondered if part of her was laughing at me. "Very good, sir - one or two entertainers?"
"I get a choice?"
She did laugh at that. "Of course you do, sir! Will that be two, then?"
I nodded, feeling like a pervert and a fool.
"Boys, girls or mixed?"
"B - boys," I said.
"Right this way," she grinned.
She led me to a room and closed the door. There was a plush chair and a burgundy panne curtain, which I pushed aside to reveal a larger room with a large four-poster bed, a tall armoire, a chair to match the one I was standing next to, and a couple of mysterious hooks on the wall beside it, all separated from me by nothing more than a red velvet rope dangling between two poles.
A door I hadn't noticed opened on the other side of the room, and I sat down quickly, my breath leaving my lungs in a rush. The entertainers had arrived...and God, but they were beautiful.
The first was Asian, toned and slender, with thick black hair hanging gracefully around his shoulders. He wore black leather pants and nothing else, and he wore them like he'd been born with them on. His eyes caught mine and held them firm, and he gave me a ruthlessly sensual smile. In his right hand he held a black lead, and it was attached to the neck of the man behind him, who was a couple of inches taller and just as stunning. His red-brown hair hung in his eyes in the front, but was cut close to the head in the back, and he kept his face down in delicious submission. He, too, was clad only in pants, but his were of the black silk pajama variety.
"Good evening," said the Asian man. "How may we entertain you tonight, sir?"
I swallowed hard. "I...don't you have a set routine or something?"
They gave each other small questioning looks before the Asian man turned to me once more. "We generally perform as our patrons direct us to, but if you like, we can improvise, and you can contribute suggestions as you see fit."
I nodded. "Please," I said, and my voice sounded flat and tinny in my ears.
He smiled again, turned back to his companion, and pushed him back against the wall with what looked to be a searing kiss. When it broke, I was squirming in my seat.
"Don't move," commanded the first, and even though he wasn't talking to me, I didn't.
He went to the armoire and opened it to reveal an assortment of cuffs, punishments and toys that I had only ever seen in catalogs before. He pulled out a set of fur-lined cuffs, leaving the door to the cabinet open, and went back to the taller man. Almost instantly, hands were bound and lifted to attach to the hook over his head, and it wasn't until then that I could finally see his stunning green eyes.
The Asian man ran his hands down the others chest, pinching at his nipples and scratching down his stomach. As his fingers trailed back up to start all over again, he began to speak. "Is there anything you'd like to see me do to him?"
"I - I don't know." God help me, I didn't.
"Would you like to see him naked?"
"Yes, please."
He laughed at me. "So polite. It must be your first time here, yes?" His hands left the body stretched out so enticingly before them and he stepped back to the armoire.
"Yes, it is," I replied. "Is it that obvious?"
"It's fine." He flashed me another one of those smiles and pulled a small pearl-handled knife out of the cabinet. "It's kind of charming, actually."
I felt myself blushing and crossed my legs. He was kneeling in front of his captive, and with another wicked smirk, he began mouthing the other's length through the silk he wore. Green eyes closed with a breathy moan, and from where I sat I could see the muscles in his bare stomach begin to twitch with desire.
My hand slipped into my lap of its own accord, and it was all I could do not to moan with him.
The first one sat back and took the blade in one hand, with the hem of one silken pant leg in the other. As slowly as he could, he began to cut along the outside seam. "What made you decide to visit us tonight?"
"I don't know," I said for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. "I see your sign every night on the way home from work, and I guess it just looked appealing tonight."
The knife was all the way up one thigh, cutting the fabric like butter. "And what do you do, if you don't mind my asking?"
The one cuffed to the wall watched the two of us converse as if it were the most normal thing in the world, stifling his small noises of pleasure and impatience so as not to interrupt us. "I'm in real estate development," I replied.
He cut the waistband, and the silk hung open to reveal one strong, naked leg. He moved over slightly and began on the second. "Do you like your work?"
"No." I surprised myself with my candor and pressed the heel of my palm into my almost-painful hardness.
The cloth made one of the softest sounds imaginable as he cut up the second seam. "Then why do you do it?"
"I have...an obligation. To my father, and my sisters..."
"And your wife?"
"No, no wife. I'm not married."
With a final snick, the silk pants fell away, pooling on the floor, a puddle of ink at perfectly formed feet. "Obligations are nothing more than chains that we put upon ourselves." He turned then, leveling me with his eyes, smiling a little as he noticed my hand in my lap. He put the knife on the floor and pulled one leg of the ruined pants up, winding it around the bound man's ankle.
"What's your name?" I asked before I could stop myself.
"My name?" he replied, tying the silk tight.
"Yes. What can I call you?" I needed something to call him. I needed it almost as desperately as I needed them.
His hands tied off the second ankle as he spoke. "Wufei. You may call me Wufei. This is Trowa." He ran his fingertips up the other man's leg and I suddenly could no longer ignore his nakedness. Those wise fingers slid behind the exposed sac and he smiled that wicked, wanton smile again. "Say hello, Trowa."
Clouded over with pleasure and lust, those impossible eyes opened to fully take me in for the first time. "Hello," he breathed, biting back a low growl. I nodded and gulped, because his voice sounded like 50-year old whisky.
"What can we call you?" Wufei asked, his fingers never once stopping.
I leaned back in my chair and shoved my hand down my pants. "Quatre."
Wufei reached out with his other hand, spun the chair next to them around so it faced them, and patted the seat. "Why don't you come sit here with us, Quatre?"
I paused. "Is that allowed?"
"Of course," he grinned. "Please, come sit here."
I got up as best as I could, my cock throbbing in my trousers with each step. I stepped over the velvet rope and walked the short distance to the other chair, taking a tentative seat. They both smiled at me, Trowa writhing on Wufei's fingers, and I thought maybe I could just live in those smiles.
"What would you like me to do to him, Quatre?"
I forced a breath in and back out. "I want you to suck him."
"As you wish," Wufei replied, and with that his mouth was covering Trowa's cock. Trowa couldn't hold back that moan anymore, and his eyes slid shut as his body thrashed against its confines.
"That's it," I heard myself say. "Take him deeper - take it all, Wufei. I want to see him vanish into your mouth."
Wufei's head bobbed up and down on Trowa's length, milking the most exquisite sounds from his throat. My trousers were unzipped and pushed down my hips before I realized I'd done it, and my strokes became rough and hurried.
"Are you close?" a husky voice asked me, and I looked up to see Trowa eyeing me hungrily. "Are you as close as I am?"
I nodded shakily. "Wufei - stop," I said, trying to sound commanding. "I want to see it, Wufei."
Wufei made a couple more strokes with his mouth, then pushed himself back with a jerk. Trowa cried out and came hard, his seed shooting partially into Wufei's open mouth and partially onto his face. I was still working myself furiously when I found my voice again.
"I want to taste him, Wufei."
Wufei crawled toward me and braced his hands on either side of the chair. He craned his body up and, with a flick of his head to shake his hair out of the way, bared his cheek and neck to me. He brought one hand forward to clutch my tie in his fist, and the other slid down his own body to pull his length free from that tight leather prison. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his face, and the combination of his skin and Trowa's essence was paradise in my mouth.
"Quatre," Wufei whispered against my ear, "Would you like me to touch you?"
I couldn't speak, so I nodded. It was all I could do. His hand left his own hardness to wrap around mine, and he pushed me back in the chair with his shoulder. I looked up to see Trowa staring down at us, his arms still stretched out over his head, his cock slowly twitching back into semi-hardness, and I groaned with the sight. How could I have never come in here before? My mind was roiling with the sensation of his eyes on me, and when he finally said "Quatre, may I watch you come?", I couldn't have denied him for the world.
When I finished, when my cries faded from my lips, Wufei sat back on his haunches and began stroking himself, quickly and raggedly. It was only a few moments - not enough, really - until he exploded over his bare chest and fingers. With that devil's smile on his lips, he stood up and presented his hand to Trowa, who took his fingers into his mouth and gently sucked them clean. With his other hand, Wufei took Trowa's arms down from the hook and loosened the cuffs. One of Trowa's hands fell to his waist, and they smiled at each other fondly before Wufei knelt to untie his ankles.
Wufei stood again, and as one they held out their hands to me. "Would you like to join us on the bed, Quatre?" Wufei asked. "Would you like to lay with us for a while?"
Trowa took a step closer to me and put his hand on my arm. "Forget your obligations, Quatre. You let them enslave you. Forget them - it's easier to do than you think." As he spoke, something in his voice begged me to accept their invitation, and something in my soul crumbled to their will.
So I did, and as for it being easy to forget my obligations - it was. Oh, how it was.