seat, Evans gave her a wink.
“Has anyone ever told you that you're too good at your job?” Ari growled, gunning the engine as they took off. Valentine laughed at him.
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
“He's halfway in love with you.”
“Please. He thinks I'm from your world,” she said. “Just wait till he finds out I'm an escort from Caché that you paid to be with you tonight.”
“You don't know my world very well – it'll probably make you rise in his esteem.”
Valentine laughed some more.
It was almost eleven and Caché was hopping. They bypassed a crowd of people outside the entrance, earning groans and curses from the crowd as they were immediately let inside. Angel was working the door, and she fussed over Evans not wearing a mask for his first night, but Valentine talked her out of it.
All the walls on the Fun Room floor were movable, and on the left side of the house, they'd all been removed, making one long room. A race of some sort was going on – men were on their hands and knees, wearing only their underwear and harnesses. Women in lingerie sat on top of them, using riding crops to urge them faster down make shift lanes. Charice was presiding over all of it, bellowing whenever someone fell behind and cheering loudly whenever someone won.
“You come here a lot?” Evans asked, laughing as he watched the ridiculousness unfold in front of him.
“You could say that,” Valentine laughed as well. Scott excused himself, shocking her by going up to Charice and giving her a big hug. They appeared to be old friends.
“So what's your favorite part?” Evans asked, and she gave him a big smile.
“Me? Well, I'm kind of boring, I just like to dance, and there's a state-of-the-art nightclub in the basement. But there's a lot to see and do up here,” she assured him. “There's a Monte Carlo Room across the hall right now – twenty-thousand dollar buy-in. Or if you're in the mood for something else, I think I heard there was going to be a slip-and-slide in one of the back rooms, but using soju instead of water.”
“I'm not much of a soju drinker,” Evans commented.
“What are you into?” she asked, then she remembered that he liked to be blunt, so she decided to dive right in. “Because whatever it is, anything at all, it can be found right here. You tell me you want to snort cocaine off a priest's erect penis, and Caché can make it happen.”
“Tempting,” he laughed. “But I'm not much of a coke guy, either.”
“Then what kind of guy are you?”
“Hmmm ... I guess I've always wanted to try ecstasy,” he said, rubbing his hand along his jaw.
“And here I thought you were going to make it hard for me,” Valentine teased, then she took Ari's hand in one of hers, and Evans' in her other, and she led them to the back of the house. “Come with me, gentlemen.”
She deposited them in the Music Room, then she sent a text to Del. Within five minutes, a woman was walking towards them. She wore a black mask made of netting, with a single black ostrich plume floating on top of her head, but Valentine recognized her. It was Miyuki, she was their resident pharmacist. Literally. She had a degree for it.
Miyuki didn't say anything, just walked right up to their table and sat herself on Evans' lap. She was wearing a black leather monokini, and from her left breast cup she pulled out a teeny tiny plastic bag.
“You weren't fucking around,” Evans mumbled, running his hands all over Miyuki's bare skin.
“What Saint Valentine promises, she always delivers,” Miyuki replied. Val smiled, then leaned across Ari to give the woman a kiss on the lips.
“That she does,” she concurred.
“Goddamn, Sharapov,” Evans laughed. “You know how to show a guy a good time.”
Miyuki pulled two little blue pills out of the zip loc. She placed one on her own tongue, then balanced the second one on her index finger and held it out to him. Evans obligingly opened his mouth and her finger disappeared inside of it.
This was nothing Valentine hadn't seen before, so she wasn't blown away or shocked or impressed. She did genuinely like to see people enjoying themselves, however, and it was clear Evans was having a blast. He and Miyuki started making out, his hands rushing over all her exposed flesh.
“As fun as this is,” Ari leaned close to whisper in her