“She’ll kill me. Charlotte is scary.” Nixon rolled his eyes. “You disgust me… what a pussy.”
He continued on his hunt. She couldn’t have gotten too far.
His eyes began to blur from the dizzying lights. The tart and sweet flavor of the wine repeated on his pallet as he stepped around in the fleshy fog of arms and legs attached to inebriated patrons.
“Charlotte, come to Papa, silly little red rabbit,” he goaded.
His eyes pierced the darkness, then the flash of lights in the bar. He peered at a couple pressed against the wall, the man running his hand between the woman’s legs, seemingly oblivious that they were in full view. Nixon chuckled.
He went on, then after a few moments, his phone vibrated in his suit pocket. He went ahead and answered the call. “Yup,” he spoke over the noise in the tavern.
“Raze! So glad you answered. Baby, I know you requested more than once to be notified at least forty-eight hours in advance about last-minute requests and appointments, but we have a special invite for you tonight.”
“Ahhh, sweetheart.” He grinned. “I can’t do it tonight, Taz.” He looked around the place. No sign of the red herring. Damn Charlotte was a good hider.
“Please!”
“I’m at a shindig, ya know? Having a good time,” he answered, hand on hip. “I promised my friends I’d be here. A colleague of mine got a promotion and it’s his birthday, so we all came out to celebrate.”
“Raze, I know the timing is not the best, and I’m sorry, but this invite you may want to reconsider.”
“Why’s that?”
“She’s an A-lister. Popular. A lesbian, too.”
“I know I’m going to regret asking this,” he said with a huff. “But what does she want?”
“She’s curious, wants to know what it’s like to cum with a man. To fuck a man and all that entails. But it can’t just be anyone. She needs it to be discreet, someone trustworthy, and also, someone who knows exactly what they’re doing. A pro. Of course you came highly recommended for such a job.” She chuckled. “Your reputation is making the rounds.”
“Hmmm, I see. I really don’t care that she’s famous, but it’s interesting nevertheless. Who is she?” He slicked his tongue along his lower lip as he kept trying to find the lady hiding in the crowd, moving steadily amongst the patrons.
“You know I can’t tell you her real name until you get here. Policy. Anyway, it comes as no surprise that she’s heard about you. She mentioned ‘Raze’ specifically in the survey. She is willing to pay whatever you ask.”
“Pay?” He huffed. “Come on, don’t do that. I hate that. You know I don’t charge for this, Taz. That’s not why I do it. I’m not a fuckin’ prostitute. This is a service. I do it to help. Period.”
“I know you don’t do it for compensation. Money isn’t your motivation… I love that about you. You’re dedicated, passionate about this shit. That’s probably why you’re in such high demand, Raze, and I can barely keep up with your schedule.”
“Buttering me up will get you everywhere,” he joked, drawing a giggle from the woman.
“You’re an amazing Satyr. I know we nicknamed you that years ago as a joke of sorts, but it stuck, and it fits. You’re seriously amazing at what you do. Anyway, the reason I brought up the money to show you just how motivated she is. She’s scared, too, Raze, but she really wants to do this. From my understanding, she plans to get married soon. She wants this out of the way beforehand, just to experience it before she takes her vows. Her partner is aware of this. No secrets.”
“Does her girlfriend want to watch me fuck her?” He’d had such requests before.
“No. She’ll stay back at their hotel tonight.”
He moved among the crowd looking for a woman in a tight green dress, her ivory skin and vibrant blue eyes hidden in the shadows, perhaps below a table or cowering in a corner, waiting to be discovered like some Hollywood starlet.
“Has she been screened? You know I don’t take any appointments without the person having had a full medical check.” He ran his hand along his jaw as he debated whether he should do the job or not.
“Yes. Her test results arrived this afternoon, actually. I wouldn’t have called you without doing that first. She has a clean bill of health, no STIs, history of eating disorders, diseases or viruses, and no records of mental illness, either.”
He sighed, looked at