Ambrosia
Part One
Rating: Adults Only
Category: Fanfiction
Pairing: Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor
Genres: Angst, AU, Drama, Romance.
Warnings: AU (Only a six year age difference between the boys and I've shuffled the timeline a little.)
Summary: Justin is twenty eight and owns a successful chain of men's clubs. He's had some bad experiences with men, who have only been interested in him for his money, but one night... he meets Brian Kinney.
Disclaimer: All characters and situations from Queer as Folk are properties of Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, Showtime, and others. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is rated by the author and not by any independent body.
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Brian stood on the overhead catwalk at Babylon and surveyed the night’s possibilities. It was slim pickings these days. He’d worked his way through just about everything that was on offer and he was bored out of his brain.
“Hey Bri,” Ted smiled. “Didn’t expect to see you here?”
“Where else would I be?” Brian raised one eyebrow in disgust.
“Aren’t you usually in the back room getting your dick sucked by now?” Ted replied smugly.
Brian pondered whether to bother replying and decided there was nothing else to do. It was very slim pickings here tonight. When did Babylon give incentive to trolls? “How long have you been a member, Theodore?”
“That’s right. Attack me. It must be my fault you can’t get laid,” Ted snapped defensively.
“I can always get laid… I’m just particular who sucks my dick, that’s all,” Brian grinned.
“It must be nice to be so fussy,” Ted scoffed.
Brian smiled. “It is.” He felt someone slip their arm around his waist and turned to tell them to fuck off.
“Hey,” Michael smiled. “Aren’t you usually in the back room getting your dick sucked by now?”
Brian rolled his eyes. He wasn’t about to repeat himself. “You’re late.”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “Uncle Vic wasn’t feeling well, so I stayed with him until Ma got home. Hey Teddy,” Michael smiled.
“Michael,” Ted grinned and hugged him. “How are you?”
Brian shook his head. Could Ted be anymore obvious? “Is he okay?”
Michael turned to Brian and shrugged. “Just a cold, but we didn’t want to take any chances.”
Brian masked his concern with disinterest.
“Have you seen Emmett tonight?” Michael asked.
Brian casually pointed down into the crowd. He needed to find a new place to go. Babylon sucked lately. His radar not letting him down, out of the corner of his eye, Brian spotted a possibility. He smiled broadly. That would do the trick. “Bye boys.” He strolled casually down the stairs, grabbed the only decent trick he’d seen all night, whispered in his ear and dragged the eager man towards the back room.
Michael leaned against the railing. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Who knows.” Ted shrugged. “How can you tell? Besides, he delights in being unpleasant.”
Michael laughed. “He never means it. You know what he’s like.”
“Unfortunately yes.” Ted rolled his eyes. He’d been rejected by everyone he’d approached tonight…. So, what was new, but he didn’t need that asshole making him feel worse.
“Let’s get something to eat?” Michael smiled.
Ted leaned in closer. “That would be great.”
“I’ll get Brian and you round up Emmett.”
Fabulous, thought Ted. When was he gonna learn? No matter how much he cared for Michael, Michael would always be in love with Brian and Michael would never think of him the way he wanted him to. Ted opened his mouth to say he just wanted to go home, but Michael was already gone… Damn.
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“Cover your teeth,” Brian growled at the man who was on his knees in front of him.
“Mmmm,” the trick moaned around the cock in his mouth.
Brian closed his eyes again. This was mediocre at best. Fuck, he was bored.
“Brian, we’re going to get something to eat. Hurry up,” Michael complained.
Brian opened his eyes again. This was going nowhere. “Hang on a minute,” he growled. He grabbed the tricks head roughly and thrust hard into his mouth a few times. The guy gagged when Brian shot his load down his throat and Brian muttered “About time,” as he pushed the trick away, tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up before walking away. “See ya,” Brian grinned.
Michael heard the guy call out ‘asshole’ as they walked away. He couldn’t understand why Brian behaved that way. His friend could be so sweet sometimes, but sometimes… well most of the time; Brian went out of his way to alienate everyone. He wasn’t always that way. When they were at school, Brian had always looked after him. Michael smiled. Brian had transferred to his high school when they were fourteen. Michael was used to being picked on. He’d always been the brunt of the jock’s jokes… because he was smaller and not interested in sport… then there was the fact he was gay… that seemed to bother them.
Everything was different after Brian came.
Brian was smart and popular and beautiful and even though all the girls were hot for him, he was never interested in any of them. When he’d discovered Brian was gay too, he was the happiest boy in the world… that was until he found out Brian just thought of him as a friend. It wasn’t fair. Brian was everything he’d always wanted. He still wanted Brian… anyway he could get him. Some things just took longer the others to make happen, but he could be patient. He could wait.
“I thought you wanted to eat,” Brian grumbled as he caught up and pulled Michael along. “Why are you dawdling? Let’s get out of here.”
Michael smiled. No matter how irritable Brian seemed, he never left without him.
Brian dragged Michael to the entrance and out onto the street. When he saw Ted and Emmett waiting for them, he frowned and thought. Great… those fools… just what he needed tonight.
“Hey Brian,” Emmett bubbled. “How’s work?”
“Work’s fine, how ‘bout you?” Brian sing-songed sarcastically.
The tall queen didn’t notice Brian was less than sincere, continuing to babble all the way to the Liberty diner. Brian walked quickly. The further in front he was, the less he’d be forced to listen. Emmett continued to babble relentlessly and by time the food arrived… which seemed to take forever, Brian was past irritable.
“We had some fabulously cute club shirts come in this week. You should come by, Brian,” Emmett smiled.
I’d rather be dead, Brian thought, but before he could say anything, he felt Michael hit him from under the table. “If I get time,” he replied abruptly and took a bite of his sandwich.
“Teddy came in, didn’t you Teddy?” Emmett bubbled again.
Brian rolled his eyes and Michael hit his leg again. He needed a new place to go and new friends. Aside from work, his life totally sucked. Brian pushed away his sandwich. “I’m going home.”
“No, stay Brian. Don’t rush off,” Michael whined.
Out of the corner of his eye, Brian saw something with potential come through the door. “Later,” he grunted and almost climbed over Michael to get out of the booth. Brian grabbed the trick before he could order and dragged the man into the bathroom.
“Does he ever think about anything other than his dick?” Ted frowned.
“Work,” Michael laughed. “He’s just frustrated lately. Brian thinks all the good tricks have dried up.”
“I don’t think anything has changed,” Emmett sighed.
“You know he never fucks anyone twice. He’s fucked just about everyone and he’s finally run out,” Michael frowned.
“He hasn’t fucked any of us,” Emmett grumbled.
“As if that’s ever likely to happen….” Ted rolled his eyes.
“Maybe he needs a change. You know a new club opened up recently,” Emmett smiled.
“It’s supposed to be amazing, but it’s private,” Ted sighed. “And it costs a fortune to be a member. Todd was talking about it at Babylon earlier… fifteen big ones,” he said longingly.
“Fuck,” Michael gasped. “What do you get for that kinda cash?”
Emmett grinned and pulled a very imposing looking gilt edged, envelope sized card from his pocket to wave under their noses. “Why don’t we find out?”
“Hey, where did you get that?” Ted gasped.
“A guy came into Torso and gave it to me today,” Emmett grinned. “It might pick Brian’s mood up.” As an afterthought, he added. “But if it sucks, don’t tell him I suggested we go there.”
“What sort of place is it?” Michael asked skeptically.
“It’s a club, but they have a gym and a restaurant and private rooms. I dunno… a club. It must be a really ritzy club for that kinda money.” Ted shrugged. “Will it cost us anything to go?”
Emmett read the invitation. “I don’t think so. It says we’d be this guy’s guests.”
“What guy?”
“The guy who came into Torso. I’ve never seen him before. He said he was from out of town… cute, though.” Emmett glanced down again. “Taylor something.”
“You don’t even know him,” Michael gasped. “I don’t like it. We don’t know anything about this place.”
Brian sat down again. “What place?” He snatched the invitation from Michael’s hand. “Where did you get this?”
“Emmett got it from some guy.”
Emmett frowned at Michael and thought… what happened to don’t tell?
Brian jumped to his feet. “Let’s check it out.”
“We don’t know anything about this place, Brian,” Michael objected.
Brian tried not to look excited. He’d heard about this new place. It was the hottest new club to open up in years. He’d seen all the hype on the net, but you had to know someone to get in. “One way to find out,” Brian grinned. He wondered… how the fuck Emmett got hold of an invitation. Who the fuck cared? He grabbed Emmett’s arm and frowned at Michael. “We’re going. Come if you want.”
As Brian dragged him away, Emmett grabbed for Teddy’s hand. “Come with us,” he begged. If the boys didn’t come, Brian would just abandon him as soon as they got there and he’d be left alone in a strange place.
In response, Ted grabbed Michael’s hand. “Come on. We can’t let Emmett go off with Brian alone. God only know what could happen to him,” he grumbled.
They barely made it into the jeep before Brian drove away.
“You nearly left without us,” Michael complained.
“I knew you’d catch up,” Brian smiled. “So, who invited you?”
“Some guy who came into Torso,” Emmett said nervously. “I don’t know anything about it, except it costs a packet to join.”
Brian smiled. “I’ve heard you need to be nominated by a member to join and the approval process is rigorous. They’re apparently very particular.” He glanced away and then back at Emmett. “Why did he give this to you?”
“He was so cute and he bought some clothes. He said he liked my service.” Emmett said proudly.
Brian smiled… thinking, they must be looking for bottoms. His smile disappeared. “Did he say to call before we get there?”
“No, he just said to give this to the doorman.”
Brian pulled the jeep over to the curb and turned off the engine.
“Where is it?” Michael asked, looking around.
“That building on the corner.” Brian pointed across the road. It didn’t look much from the street, but it was on the river and the land had to be worth a fortune.
“It’s big, but it doesn’t look like a club,” Michael frowned.
“That’s the point.” Brian rolled his eyes. He knocked on the door and a minute later a small window slid across.
“May I help you?”
Brian passed the invitation through the slot and the door opened. He felt his breath catch as a beautiful young man in a three piece Armani suit smiled.
“Welcome to Ambrosia. My name is Anton.” He looked into each of their eyes as they introduced themselves before smiling broadly at another young man to his left. “These gentlemen are guests of Mr. Taylor. Could you take them to the welcoming lounge please, Trent? I’m not sure if your host will be able to join you tonight. We’ve only recently opened and he’s extremely busy. Regardless, you are his guests and Trent will ensure your evening with us is pleasurable,” Anton smiled.
Brian was grinning like a Cheshire cat. So far, this place was two for two. The guy in Armani was hot, but the guy in the slave costume… Mmmm… delicious.
“Gentlemen,” Trent smiled. “If you would be kind enough to follow me?”
“Why is he wearing that get up?” Michael whispered. It looked like something out of one of those religious movies from a hundred years ago.
“I’m not sure,” Ted whispered back.
Trent led them into a room and handed each of them a questionnaire. “If you could just fill these out quickly, we can match your preferences with any of the members who are on the premises at the moment,” Trent smiled.
Brian glanced over the questionnaire. It was pretty basic stuff… top or bottom, gay, straight, bi… nothing overly invasive. There was a short section on dreams and shit like that, but he left that part out. As he handed the form back to Trent, Brian asked “Will this take long?”
Trent glanced at the others who were still struggling with the first page. “Would you prefer to wait for your friends?”
“No, they’ll be fine,” Brian laughed. “It could take ages for them to decide what they are,” he chuckled.
“One moment, sir,” Trent smiled. He made a quick call and a few minutes later, another handsome young man joined them. “Could you take Mr. Kinney to guest lounge?”
“Certainly,” the man smiled. “Mr. Kinney, if you could follow me please sir?”
Michael called out. “Brian, where are you going?”
Brian called back. “Later, see ya boys,” he laughed.
The man led him to an area filled with lockers. He looked at the color sticker on the Brian’s name tag, pulled a bag off the shelf and handed it to him.
Brian opened the bag and asked “Is this really necessary?”
“The clothing removes any confusion for our members. There’s no need for unnecessary small talk or wasted time leading to disappointments. Your preference is visible at a glance,” the man smiled. “Here at Ambrosia, we are devoted to our member’s pleasure.”
“Is there any rule against you helping me change?” Brian smiled seductively.
“None whatsoever, sir. Let me help you with those,” he smiled as he zipped Brian’s pants and dropped to his knees.
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“Look at all the questions,” Michael whispered. “What do they need to know this?”
“I still don’t know what I’m doing here,” Ted grumbled.
“Oooh, look, they want to know what we want from a future mate,” Emmett squealed with excitement.
“What is this place?” Ted gasped.
Trent looked up and smiled. “Gentlemen, our questionnaire is not meant to intrude on your privacy. It’s designed to fast track your encounters so your experience here will meet your expectations. So your preference is easily identifiable, we ask you to wear a particular clothing type to ensure there is no confusion.”
Ted nodded, but Trent noticed both Emmett and Michael still looked confused. “To simplify… your friend is a top so he will be dressed accordingly, the same as you, Mr. Honeycutt,” Trent paused and looked at Emmett’s form. “You prefer to bottom, so your attire will reflect that,” Trent smiled. “Some of our members prefer to trick and remain anonymous, their clothes are white… members looking for a more permanent partner are in blue. At Ambrosia, our members and their guest’s satisfaction is paramount,” Trent smiled. “Are we nearly finished?”
Emmett thrust his form at Trent. He couldn’t wait.
Michael and Ted were less enthusiastic, but decided to go along.
When they arrived at the changing area, Brian was just pulling up his pants. He smiled at Trent. “I’m enjoying my experience so far… enormously,” he grinned. “I’m particularly impressed with the personal attention. How do I join?”
“As a guest of Mr. Taylor, naturally we invite you to apply and within six weeks you’ll be notified of administration’s decision,” Trent smiled.
Brian smiled at Michael. “This place is great. Hurry and get changed. I need a drink.” Taylor… That must be the guy who gave Emmett the invitation.
Michael and Ted looked at each other. They noticed Emmett was already changed and waiting and both begrudgingly changed into their slave costumes.
Trent led the tour of the facilities. Brian found the gymnasium impressive, particularly because it was complete with private baths. They passed the restaurant on the way to the bar area and Trent explained the restaurant was complementary. “The restaurant is open twenty four hours for the convenience of members and their guest’s,” he smiled.
“What’s upstairs?” Brian asked.
“Administration and some members have residences on the upper levels. There are an array of specialty fantasy rooms on the basement level for members who wish to enjoy them,” Trent smiled.
“What does an apartment here go for?” Brian asked with interest. This idea was great.
“I could make an appointment for you to meet with a consultant, who can tailor a plan to meet your needs,” Trent smiled.
Michael frowned. He hated this place. It was weird. If Brian moved in here, he’d never see him. He’d always hoped when Brian ran out of tricks, they’d finally settle down together. Fuck, this place oozed with sex. As he looked around the bar, there were hundreds of new faces. It would take Brian at least a year to work his way through this bunch. Michael glanced at his friend. To his disgust, it was the happiest Brian had looked in months. In fact, Brian looked positively elated.
“I’ll leave my details,” Brian smiled.
When the waiter approached, Trent informed him the group were guests of Mr. Taylor. “If I can assist you further, please don’t hesitate to ask for me,” Trent smiled. “This level is at your disposal.”
As Trent walked away, Brian smiled. “Great place.” By the time his drink arrived, he’d already identified at least a dozen potentials. Brian loved this place. All the men were beautiful… except Theodore, of course, but by the time he was on his second trick even Ted had guys cruising him. He purposely ignored Michael’s sulky demeanor, but wondered why his friend came along if he was gonna be quiet and refuse to dance with anyone. Brian barely noticed when at two Michael left without saying goodbye.
Emmett left at four with some guy who couldn’t keep his hands off him and Brian had no idea where Theodore disappeared to after that. He spotted another place he wanted to put his dick and went after it.
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It was almost five when Brian decided he’d fucked enough for one night. He’d lost count how many times he’d tricked, but for the first time in a long time, he was going home sated. Maybe it was the new surroundings, but maybe it was just that he’d fucked himself senseless. Brian was ready to go home and sleep. As the night had looked more promising, he’d already planned on taking the day off… he didn’t have any meetings. Fuck it… he hadn’t had a day off in months. Brian wouldn’t have admitted it, but he was out of condition and needed the rest.
As he made his way back to the change room, he noticed a beautiful young man in the restaurant. When their eyes met, Brian paused in the doorway. The Maitre’d smiled. “Could we get you something, sir? Coffee perhaps?”
Brian’s eyes were still locked on the blond man. “Yeah, sure.” His first thoughts were whether he could fuck one more. This kid was young, but fabulous and Brian could feel he was getting hard again. The waiter showed him to a table and Brian made sure he sat facing the beautiful boy. He was younger than Brian usually found appealing, but that hadn’t quelled his interest any. His coffee came and the boy continued with what he was doing. It was paperwork of some kind… he must work here, Brian decided. Mmmm, delicious. One last blow job before he went home would be the icing on the cake. He finished his coffee and stood up.
Justin watched out of the corner of his eye as the beautiful man approached him. He looked up and smiled. “Have you enjoyed your evening?”
“Very much so,” Brian grinned. “Do you have any time?”
Justin closed his folder. Was this guy serious? “How may I assist you?”
“I was thinking maybe you could help me in the shower before I left,” Brian grinned.
It amused Justin that the guy had no idea who he was. He didn’t make a habit of sleeping with members. In fact, he’d made a point of never crossing that line, but there was something about this guy. Sure he was hot, but there was something else too. “I would need to finish this first, but if you wanted to wait for me,” Justin smiled.
Brian smiled. “Are you worth waiting for?” He reached down and massaged the kid’s cock a few times. “I’ll wait.”
Justin motioned to the waiter. He looked at Brian’s name tag. “Could you take Mr. Kinney to see Arlene while he waits for me?” He smiled at Brian. “Arlene is our resident therapeutic masseuse. While she works some of the kinks out of your muscles, it will help you pass the time pleasantly.”
“She doesn’t….”
“Of course not,” Justin smiled. “It’ll help you relax… that is if you still want to wait?”
Brian looked at Justin strangely.
“Have you ever had a therapeutic massage?”
“Is that code for going to the baths?” Brian grinned.
“You’re in for a treat then,” Justin smiled. “I should be finished by the time you are.”
“I’ll look forward to it,” Brian grinned again.
Justin opened the folder and his eyes scanned the document in front of him. “I’ll ask Arlene to meet with Mr. Kinney in the waterfall room,” Justin instructed the waiter.
“Of course,” the man smiled. “Mr. Kinney, if you would follow me please?”
Brian followed the waiter to the elevator. “Are you sure it’s okay to go off this floor? I’m not a member here yet,” Brian said. He was feeling strangely exhilarated.
The elevator arrived. “This way, sir.”
Brian followed in silence. Where the fuck were they going?
The man pressed the button for the basement and they were met by a small muscular woman. “Mr. Kinney, my name is Arlene. I believe you’ve never experienced a therapeutic massage before,” she smiled.
“Um, not exactly,” Brian said nervously.
“I promise to be particularly careful with you then. Could you follow me please sir?” She smiled.
Brian followed her into an enormous dimly lit room. Where was he?
“If you would take a quick shower for me, we can get started,” she smiled. She noticed Brian was less than enthusiastic. “Mr. Kinney, I can assure you, I have no intentions of compromising your sexuality. Did you ever play any sport?”
“Soccer in college,” Brian replied.
“This is just like the rubdowns you had in the locker room,” she smiled. “It is a very pleasant way for you to pass some time. The shower is through there.”
Brian disappeared in the direction she indicated and showered quickly. For all the trouble, the kid better do an unbelievable blow job, he thought. As he came around the corner, Brian’s mouth fell open. The room was incredible. It was a fucking waterfall… complete with rocks and running water that appeared to be collecting in a fucking lake. The room was lit to give the appearance they were outside. This was a fucking waterfall in the moonlight. Brian couldn’t believe it. If you were into the atmosphere thing, it was sensational.
Arlene smiled. She loved to see people’s reactions to their scene rooms. Mr. Taylor was a genius. “May I ask you to lie on your stomach, Mr. Kinney?”
Brian was jolted out of his stupor by her voice. “What is this place?”
“We have nine theme rooms for the pleasure of our members,” she smiled.
“Nine?”
Arlene smiled. “As you can see, no detail has been spared.”
“It feels as if we’re outdoors,” Brian gasped. He couldn’t remember ever being so impressed before. “It’s amazing.”
“Thank you. Perhaps applying for membership may be of interest to you. Membership allows you access to the theme rooms. I can arrange for a consultant to discuss your needs at a more convenient time, but right now, close your eyes Mr. Kinney and just relax. The purpose of this massage is to relax your muscles. The pressure should be heavy enough to feel the muscles stretching, but not heavy enough to be uncomfortable. At any time, if I hurt you please let me know so I can pull back on the pressure,” she smiled.
Brian was nervous at first, but after ten minutes, he was as blown away by therapeutic massage as he was with the club and its facilities. It felt as sensational as the surroundings were impressive. This place was just blowing his mind. He relaxed into the table and forgot about the beautiful blond boy completely. Brian couldn’t remember ever feeling so pampered as he drifted into slumber.
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Justin wondered how the gorgeous man with the hazel eyes reacted to a massage in the waterfall room. Before he went upstairs, Justin inspected the man’s questionnaire. Brian Kinney… interesting. He came in tonight on an invitation that he’d given to that guy in the clothing store. Emmett was really sweet, but his friend Brian sounded like a real player. According to many of the staff, Brian had fucked anything that moved tonight and then approached him for more. Still, there was something about his eyes Justin found fascinating. He looked at his watch. Arlene should be finishing about now. Justin hurried to the front desk. “I’m taking my break. I’d prefer not to interrupted before midday, but of course if something needs my attention, buzz me,” Justin smiled.
“Of course Mr. Taylor,” Anton smiled. The place was buzzing. He’d never known his boss to be with a member before. In fact, he’d never known his boss to be with anyone. “Enjoy your evening, sir,” he smiled again. “Will I send down some supper?”
“That might be nice,” Justin smiled. “Thank you.” He took the elevator to the basement. This level was his masterpiece and he was very proud of it. When he opened the door to the waterfall room, Justin smiled. He loved this room. It was his first so he was very sentimental about it. Arlene had already finished and Brian Kinney was sleeping soundly. Fuck, he was gorgeous. Justin wasn’t sure how long he stood and stared at the beautiful sleeping man. When the supper arrived, Brian was still asleep. Justin laid a rug at the edge of the waterfall and set up his picnic. Anton always took such good care of him. He poured a glass of wine and turned onto his side to stare at the water… dangling his hand in the pond. The ultra violet water sterilizing system had cost a bundle, but was a necessary expense for the sake of safety.
Brian opened his eyes and blinked a few times. Where was he? Oh yeah, that club. He must have fallen asleep. If Arlene wasn’t a woman, he would have taken her home… What great hands! His body felt light and floaty. Brian turned onto his side and saw the back of a familiar blond mop sitting at the side of the pond. “You were right,” Brian smiled. “That was great.”
“I like massages,” Justin grinned. “I hold a lot of tension in my shoulders and it’s the only way to relieve it.”
“This place is incredible.” Brian sat up. “Are you sure it’s okay for us to use this?”
“It shouldn’t be a problem.” Justin shrugged.
“This must be a great place to work,” Brian smiled.
“We like it.”
“How long has it been open?”
“Nearly four months now. There are two others in Europe and two back east, but this is our first one on this side of the country.”
“I was thinking about becoming a member. Tell me. I was told there are residences upstairs. Are they as amazing as the club? They told me to talk to a consultant.”
Justin felt strangely excited. It had been a long time since anyone had interested him. After Jeremy, he’d sworn never to…. “I could show you, if you want. Some are owned and some are leased… whenever a member travels. What sort of work do you do?”
“I’m in advertising. You…when you aren’t attending to member’s needs that is,” Brian grinned.
“A little of everything,” Justin smiled.
Brian looked at the basket. “What have you got there?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Starved.” Brian jumped off the table and wrapped the towel around his waist. “I can’t get over how good that felt,” he smiled as he sat down beside Justin.
“Wine?” Justin picked up the bottle.
“Great,” Brian grinned. “The service is incredible here. They must pay you really well or am I supposed to pay you myself?”
Justin wasn’t sure what to say. Brian thought he was a hustler. This was a mistake. “The staff is free to fraternize with the members, but they aren’t forced to. It’s always a choice,” he frowned.
“Then I’m honored,” Brian smiled and immediately cut to the chase. “How much do I owe you and how long do I get?”
Justin was furious…the unmitigated gall of this guy, he thought. “I’m free until midday,” he replied indignantly. “But I need to get some sleep. Why don’t you finish your wine and I’ll get a consultant to show you the apartments upstairs.”
Brian could see Justin was put out. What had he said wrong? Surely this guy wasn’t in denial about what he did for a living? As Justin stood up, Brian reached out and grabbed his arm. “Hey. I didn’t mean to insult you. This is the first time I’ve been here and I don’t know how this place works yet.” He tried to explain.
“Then the first thing you need to know is that any member of staff who takes money from a member would be dismissed on the spot. This is a club, Mr. Kinney, not a brothel,” Justin growled. “The staff of Ambrosia views their ability to satisfy a member’s needs as a fringe benefit, not a chore.”
“I really didn’t mean to offend you,” Brian stammered. There was something in the boy’s eyes that made him feel guilty.
“Why don’t we just call it a night, Mr. Kinney? I can still get a consultant to assist you with your enquiries,” Justin said curtly.
This kid was pissed. Brian immediately went into damage control. He wanted to join this club. “It’s Brian, and please, can we start again? I’d appreciate it if you showed me the apartments,” he sighed. This kid looked genuinely wounded by what he’d said and he felt uncharacteristically bad. The boy would need to toughen up. He obviously took his job very seriously. “Can we start again with a clean slate? I’d really appreciate you showing me the apartments and explaining how this place works… just so I don’t insult anyone else,” Brian grinned wickedly.
Justin sighed. What was it about this guy and why was he willing to give him a second chance? “Okay, I’m Justin. Grab a robe and I’ll take you upstairs. Are you still hungry?”
“Depends what for,” Brian laughed.
“We can stay here and eat or take it upstairs with us. Which would you prefer?” Justin said coldly.
“I'm sure I'll find the apartments intiguing,” Brian grinned.
“We’ll eat first and then I’ll show you what’s available. You grab the tray and I’ll bring the wine,” Justin smiled. Brian looked like a naughty boy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He threw Brian a robe and they took the elevator to the fourth floor. Justin punched in his code and the double entry doors opened automatically. He walked in first and picked up a remote… pressing a button which opened the drapes. The sun was rising and the view was spectacular. It was his favorite time of the day. Justin put down the wine and took the tray from Brian’s hands.
Brian stared out the window. “The view is breathtaking. Are all the apartments like this?”
“No, this is the only one with more than one bedroom, but the décor is similar in all of them,” Justin smiled.
“How many do you have?”
“We have fifteen, but there are only two currently available,” Justin smiled again. This club was his best yet. He was very proud of what he’d accomplished here.
“What would this sell for?”
Justin laughed. “This one isn’t for sale, but the one bedroom versions are one point nine. They come with a membership to the club including use of all facilities and 24 hour access to the restaurant, supported by room and maid service.”
“I see,” Brian tried not to gasp in shock.
“We think they’re a bargain,” Justin grinned.
“What about this one?” Brian asked casually. There was nothing wrong with dreaming.
“If it was for sale.” Justin thought for a minute. “It occupies the entire river side of this floor. On the other levels, there are three apartments in the same space, so I guess it would be three times the price.” He shrugged.
“Of course it would be,” Brian laughed. Fucking hell… five seven… keep dreaming Kinney. “I thought memberships here were fifteen thousand.”
Justin smiled. “They are… quarterly.”
“Oh,” Brian swallowed hard. It wasn’t often he was speechless.
Justin was still put out with Brian for thinking he was a hustler and couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed putting this guest in his place. Brian was so arrogant and it was obvious by the reaction, he couldn’t afford to buy here. The way the color drained from his face, Brian wasn’t even a contender for membership. Justin watched him try to regain his composure. It was clear Brian wasn’t used to being impressed by anything…. Still, he was gorgeous and very easy on the eyes. Justin paused and was instantly disappointed with himself. Having never purposely set out to make anyone uncomfortable about money before… Justin felt guilty. Why had he done that? It was horrible and he felt horrible now for doing it.
Brian spun around with his mask perfectly in place and smiled. “Listen, you wanted to get some sleep and I should get going. It’s later than I thought,” he laughed. “Well, not exactly late, but it is early.”
Justin stepped forward until they were pressed together. “I thought you wanted me to….” His hand slid down between their bodies and stroked Brian’s cock.
Brian felt uncomfortable. As much as he was enjoying Justin’s touch, he didn’t belong here.
Justin pressed his lips against Brian’s. “Mmmm,” he moaned into Brian’s mouth and undid the tie on his robe. Now he was kissing Brian, he didn’t want to stop. The club had been open for almost four months and before that he'd been supervising the building for nearly a year. Actually, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked anyone. Damn, Brian was a top, that’s right. He couldn’t demean a top the way he had Brian and then turn him around and fuck him on the same night. What should he do? He hadn’t bottomed since high school. Shit. Was he really sure he wanted to do this?
Brian pushed any unwanted thoughts from his mind and wrapped his arms around Justin, enjoying the soft lips exploring his neck. “Maybe we should get out of here?” Brian moaned. He could always take this kid back to the loft.
Justin grinned as he took Brian’s hand and led him into the bedroom.
“Here?” Brian gasped. The room was magnificent… pride of place was an enormous round bed with the same breathtaking views of the river as the living area. He watched as Justin picked up a remote and the canopy lifted up off the bed, high into the air. “Fuck,” Brian gasped again. This was impressive.
Justin smiled and took hold of Brian’s cock again. “We can do that in a minute.” He pushed the obviously shocked Brian onto the bed and crawled on top of him.
Brian felt off center… He was always the one in control. There was no doubt Justin was hot. He’d known the minute he’d laid eyes on the kid in the restaurant, but in order to best appreciate his situation, he needed to get his mind off this apartment and concentrate on what he was doing. Brian rolled them both over and hungrily devoured his companion until they were both breathless. He slid down the warm body beneath him, lifted the skirt of Justin’s tunic and pulled off his underpants to expose his hard, weeping cock. “Oh yeah,” Brian moaned. This kid had such a great cock. He was sure the minute he’d felt it.
What earlier had been a wistful whim for one last, quick blowjob as he left the club, as his lips slid over Justin’s cock, Brian wanted to fuck.
“Brian,” Justin panted. “I need to tell you I haven’t… oh fuck,” he cried out as his cock slid further down Brian’s throat.
Brian’s eyes shot open. Was this a joke? No, Justin distinctively said he hadn’t… fuck… He was hardly a top… that meant he had to be a virgin. He allowed Justin’s cock to fall from his mouth. This kid must only do blow jobs… how strange… he was young though. Brian’s mind was racing. He hadn’t fucked a virgin in years.
Justin opened his eyes. Why was Brian stopping?
“Roll over,” Brian smiled. He saw the hesitation and added. “Relax, I won’t hurt you.”
Justin nodded and turned onto his belly. As Brian continued his ministrations, Justin felt himself melt into the mattress beneath him. He was surprised. Brian was shaping up to be a very considerate and thoughtful lover… interesting. It wasn’t what he’d expected. Guys like Brian usually got off and got out. A few minutes later, it occurred to him that by the way Brian was being careful with him, it was abundantly clear Brian thought he was inexperienced… fuck. Brian thought he was a virgin. He didn’t look like a virgin, did he? Justin closed his eyes as Brian’s tongue slid along his spine and down between his cheeks to circle his entry again. The tongue slid around and around his opening until he was begging Brian to go inside him. “Fuck,” Justin panted.
“Good?” Brian moaned.
“Ohhhh, so good,” Justin panted. He wasn’t kidding. How had he gone without this for so long? “Brian, please,” Justin moaned.
Brian pushed his tongue into Justin’s tight opening.
“Ohhh fuck,” Justin cried out.
“Mmmm,” Brian sighed. He hadn’t rimmed anyone in years and this guy tasted incredible. Everything about the kid was incredible. He lifted Justin up by the waist. “Put your knees under you. I wanna reach you better,” he sighed. Brian buried his face against Justin’s opening again and pushed his tongue back inside.
“Oh yeah,” Justin sighed loudly.
Brian couldn’t wait to fuck this tight ass. He reached for the condoms on the nightstand and realized he wasn’t in his loft. Fuck, where were his pants? “Have you got any condoms?” Brian panted breathlessly.
Justin opened his eyes. “Hmmm?”
“Condoms, have you got any condoms?” Brian asked, this time with more gusto.
Justin froze. He’d never needed condoms here before… fuck. He grabbed for the phone. “Anton, I need condoms,” Justin panted. “I don’t know how many,” he cried. “A box and hurry.” He put down the phone.
Brian leaned over Justin’s shoulder and smiled “I’m not sure I can live up to your expectations.”
“What?” Justin said, confused.
“A box?” Brian grinned and sucked on his earlobe. “How long will they be?”
“Not long,” Justin panted. He could feel Brian’s hard cock pressing against his opening.
Brian nuzzled Justin’s ear and moaned. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard and so long you’re gonna feel me inside you for days.”
“I want you to fuck me hard,” Justin sighed and sunk down onto his elbows.
Brian knew he had to keep his wits about him. As much he wanted to just let loose and fuck Justin’s brains out, Justin needed to be handled gently. First experiences should be memorable. As Brian continued kissing Justin’s neck, his mind traveled back to his first time….
It was so long ago when he stood and watched his teacher soaping himself in the shower after gym class that day, His eyes had been fixed on the beautiful hard cock before him. He’d gone back for the chem. text he’d forgotten to take home, but after watching his teacher soap up his body for nearly five minutes, Brian saw the man’s hand slide down onto his cock. He held his breath to stop any sound from passing his lips. It was dark outside and the only light was in the shower itself… making it easy for Brian to stand in the dark doorway and observe undetected.
Brian returned after practice three days in a row before he was exposed.
“Brian, come here,” his teacher demanded. “What are you doing there?”
He’d been so scared, he’d blurted out the truth. “Watching, sir,” Brian stammered.
The teacher took hold of his cock. “Is this what you were watching?”
Brian nodded without speaking.
“Have you ever touched another man’s cock, Brian?” The teacher demanded.
“No, sir,” Brian stammered.
“Come closer.” The teacher motioned Brian to him. “Take off your clothes. I can’t send you home wet,” he smiled.
Brian stood motionless.
The teacher rolled his eyes. “Forget it… go home, Brian. This is no place for a boy.”
“I’m not a boy, I’m a man,” Brian stammered his objection.
“Are you sure?” The teacher raised one eyebrow.
Brian nodded.
“A man would never go home crying to his Mommy,” Mr. Cavanaugh laughed.
“I am a man,” Brian stepped forward and pulled off his gym uniform before stepping into the shower.
The teacher took hold of Brian’s cock and pumped it a few times. “Not bad,” he smiled. “Turn around,” the teacher ordered. He used the soap to slide his hand down between Brian’s cheeks.
Brian squirmed as the teacher’s fingers passed across his asshole. He knew there were men who sucked cock, but he didn’t know anything about this.
“Are you sure you’re man enough to do this?”
Brian nodded. He felt his breath catch as a finger slid inside him and gasped. The pressure was intense.
“Good?”
He nodded again, but in truth he was too afraid to be sure what was good and what wasn’t. When the finger pushed deeper inside him, he gasped. It did feel kinda good.
“Get down on your knees and rest your head on your arms,” the teacher ordered.
Brian did as he was told and felt the man push a soapy finger back inside him. “Ohhhh,” Brian cried out. A hand was massaging his cock and he couldn’t tell which sensation was good and which was bad, but something didn’t feel right.
“Oh yeah,” the man moaned as he pushed his finger deeper inside Brian’s opening. He nuzzled Brian’s ear. “Do you want me to show you everything, kid?”
Brian nodded. Why did this guy keep calling him that? He was a man, he was.
“This will sting a bit, but it'll pass. You aren’t a real man until someone pops your cherry,” the teacher laughed.
Brian was frightened. He had no idea what happened next. When he felt something being worked into his opening, he held his breath again. He knew what this was. Mr. Cavanaugh had already had his finger inside him. It would be okay; he told himself and tried to relax.
“Breathe Brian, deep breaths,” the man said gently. “I’ll go real slow,” he murmured.
As something pushed into him, he bit his lip so he didn’t cry out. Oh my god… “Oh fuck,” he gasped.
“Are you sure you want to keep going?” The teacher asked. “Maybe you just aren’t ready?”
“Do it,” Brian panted.
Something slid in further, knocking the wind out of him again. It took four attempts before he felt Mr. Cavanaugh’s balls hit his ass.
“Now we wait,” the teacher smiled. “You’re virgin ass is so tight,” he whispered into Brian’s ear as he sucked the lobe into his mouth.
Brian was having trouble breathing. He wondered if being tight was good. Was he supposed to be tight? The pressure inside him was overwhelming when he felt the hot breath again.
“Are you ready?”
Brian nodded, but wondered ready for what? Mr. Cavanaugh took hold of his hips and pulled him back deeper onto his cock. He ground into him again and again. What the fuck was this? Each time the teacher moved, the pain seared through him. He took it for as long as he could before he panted. “It hurts.”
“That’s part of it, now take deep breaths,” he ordered “It only hurts for a few minutes, but then I promise you it will all be worth it. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he murmured
A few minutes… he could last a few more minutes. Each time Mr. Cavanaugh pulled out and thrust back inside him, Brian was sure he was going to die. The pain was excruciating and he prayed he didn’t pass out. Would he still be a man if he passed out? He wasn’t sure. Wherever this cherry was, surely it had to be popped by now, he prayed. As the thrusts became shorter and faster, the sensations changed. He felt something inside him go crazy and Brian began to pant. The guy was pumping his cock now and Brian was sure he was gonna come any minute. As he began to shoot, he cried out, but Mr. Cavanaugh didn’t stop. All the sensations blended together and he couldn’t concentrate on any one in particular. Even after he come all over the shower floor, he could still feel the hard cock pulsing inside him. Mr. Cavanaugh thrust in hard a few more times and then cried out his name before his body went limp, pinning Brian to the floor. Was that it? Was he finished? Brian was too afraid to move.
It felt like forever before Mr. Cavanaugh opened his eyes and climbed off him. He felt the hot breath on his ear again. “Turn over. You’ll need to suck me before I can fuck you again,” he smiled.
Again? Brian thought. How many times did he have to do this?
“I’ll tell you what to do.”
Brian nodded. As he did as he was told, there was no confusion anymore why he felt like it was gonna rip him in half. Mr. Cavanaugh’s cock was huge. He licked and sucked until his teacher was hard again.
“Lie on your side,” Mr. Cavanaugh ordered. “That’s it and lift your front leg higher.
This time when his teacher pushed his cock into Brian, it slid all the way in the first time. It didn’t hurt… well maybe just for a second… but it still took Brian’s breath away and each time Mr. Cavanaugh thrust into him, he moaned… this time with pleasure. Suddenly, his teacher pulled out.
Why was he stopping? It was feeling okay this time. Had he done something wrong? Maybe he wasn’t supposed to like it so much? He turned and looked over his shoulder.
“So, you’re enjoying it now? The teacher smiled.
Brian nodded.
“Good, then lie on your back.”
Brian did as he was told again. Mr. Cavanaugh lifted his legs up and onto his shoulders and moved into position. As he thrust in again, Brian was relieved the teacher still wanted to do it. With each thrust, his teacher kissed him over and over. When the thrusts were deeper, the kisses lasted longer. Now this was nice. This was good. He liked the kissing almost as much as the fucking. When his teacher pulled out again, He smiled and pulled Brian to his feet. “Do you want me to fuck you hard before you go?” He panted.
Go? Why would he want to go anywhere? Brian wanted to stay with this teacher forever. His parents wouldn’t care. They didn’t want him. They didn’t even like him. If Mr. Cavanaugh wanted him to go home to his house, he could. They could fuck every day when he came home from school…. mornings too.
“Would you rather we stop now? Are you too sore?”
“No, don’t stop. We can do it again,” Brian said quickly.
“What do you want me to do?” Mr. Cavanaugh grinned wickedly.
“What you did before,” Brian said softly.
“Say the words, Brian. Tell me what you want,” Mr. Cavanaugh smiled. “I can’t do it if I don’t know what you want.”
“Fuck me,” Brian whispered.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” He massaged Brian’s cock firmly.
“Hard,” Brian sighed.
“What else did you like?”
“When you were inside me really deep,” Brian whispered.
“So say it for me, tell me how much you want it.”
Mr. Cavanaugh was really getting off on this. Brian stepped forward and whispered into his ear. “I want you to fuck me, hard and deep and long. I want your beautiful cock to push into me over and over until your balls get tight and start to throb and then I want you to shoot deep inside me make me come over and over again.” Brian was watching his teacher’s cock get harder and harder as he spoke. This was so cool.
“Come into the locker room,” Mr. Cavanaugh smiled. When they reached the rec. room, the teacher smiled again. He positioned Brian so he was leaning forward and stretched out over the injury table. “Spread your legs, that’s it.”
Brian felt the hard cock push into him again. It hurt a bit more this time, but not for very long. The part inside him was going crazy already and each time the thrusts pushed deeper, Brian couldn’t get enough. He begged for more and used the words he knew would turn his teacher on. He could tell by the way Mr. Cavanaugh was fucking him that his teacher wanted him. It was the first time anyone had ever wanted him for anything.
By the time the teacher finished, Brian was sore, but Mr. Cavanaugh wrapped his arms around him and kissed him over and over. “Will I meet you here tomorrow at the same time?” Brian asked.
The teacher released his student and frowned. “Hey, hey, always remember… only one fuck per customer… that way you’ll still be a man and not a fag,” Mr. Cavanaugh grinned. “I better get going. My wife will be wondering where I am. See you in class next week. You were hot, kid,” he smiled.
Brian watched him pull on his clothes and scamper out of there at high speed. He could feel the tears welling in the corners of his eyes, but Brian blinked them back. At least he knew how to fuck now, but nothing had really changed. For a brief moment, he thought it had. He had no choice other than to accept the truth. No one wanted him and it would be a lot less painful if he just accepted it. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much if he didn’t want anyone first?
When the condom’s arrived, Justin returned to the bedroom, triumphant. “Hey,” he grinned. Making a guest wait for condoms… what a mood killer, he thought. “I’m really sorry I didn’t have any here….” His voice disappeared. Brian was asleep… Fuck, fuck, fuck. By the way Brian was breathing Justin could see he was in a deep sleep. He shook his head. Now he remembered why he hadn’t been with anyone for a while. Justin grabbed his robe and returned to the living room. He ordered breakfast and watched the city come to life from his windows. This club was his finest achievement yet. He reached for the telephone. “Joseph, a visitor joined me in my suite last night. Could you arrange for Mr. Kinney’s clothes to be brought up? Yes, in the visitors change room… No rush… yes, have them cleaned. Thank you Joseph,” Justin smiled.
Justin looked up when there was a single knock on the door and it opened. “Hey Daph.”
“Breakfast for one?” She looked around. “Doesn’t he eat?”
“Still sleeping. Who told you anyway?” Justin grumbled.
She put the tray in front of him and kissed him on the cheek. “Well, when my celebant best friend has a guest in his suite… particularly a guest who is rumored to have fucked almost everyone in the place… it’s news,” she laughed.
“Nice to know everyone here gets paid to gossip,” Justin grumbled again.
“You don’t look very happy for a man who just got laid.”
“That’s just it, I didn’t. He fell asleep.” Justin shrugged.
Daphne sat. Laughing wouldn’t have been appreciated. From what she’d heard of this guys antics, she wasn’t surprised he was exhausted. “What happened?”
Justin sighed. “We were fooling around and suddenly I realized I didn’t have any condoms and by the time they arrived, he was out.”
Daphne was speechless. If she’d opened her mouth, she wouldn’t have been able to not laugh. “Eat your breakfast and then go wake him up,” she smiled.
Justin sighed again. “He thinks I’m a virgin.”
How many more of these was she supposed to endure? “Why does he think that?” She replied calmly.
“I started to tell him I hadn’t bottomed for a while….”
Daphne’s eyes almost bugged out of head and she gasped. “Bottomed?”
“And seeing as though you find this so amusing… He thinks I work here,” Justin grumbled.
Surely she was allowed to at least smile. This was so fucking funny.
“Laugh if you want to,” Justin growled. “Before that, he thought I was a hustler.”
Daphne couldn’t contain herself any longer. She collapsed onto the table into uproarious laughter. A few minutes later, she noticed Justin was scowling at her. “I’m sorry, Jus. I can’t help it,” she chuckled. “You’ll have to start at the beginning. This is unbelievable.”
“How do you think I feel?” Justin muttered.
“Why were you bottoming anyway?” Daphne gasped.
“Oh, I dunno. He came in on a visitor’s card that I gave to a really sweet guy down on Liberty Avenue. Emmett was really nice to me so I gave him the invitation… you know… to treat him. He brought Brian with him,” Justin sighed. “He came up to me in the restaurant and asked me if I had some time.”
Daphne almost choked on her coffee.
“He didn’t understand how the club worked,” Justin sighed. “He thought it was a membership enabled brothel.”
“That’s not very flattering.” Daphne raised her brow and scowled.
He ignored her disapproval and continued. “I told him I was busy, but if he wanted, he could wait for me.” Justin shrugged. “While he was waiting, I sent him to the waterfall room with Arlene to kill the time.”
“Why didn’t you tell him?”
“I dunno,” Justin sighed.
“More to the point, why didn’t you just have him thrown out?” She said indignanty.
“I dunno that either,” Justin sighed again. “When I joined him, we were talking about the apartments and membership and… oh fuck. He thought it was only fifteen thousand a year to be a member.”
“What?” She gasped.
“I know and I was still pissed he thought I was a hustler.”
“You said he thought you were a virgin,” she interrupted.
“I did tell him that none of the staff were compelled to be with the members,” he sighed “After I showed him the apartments, I knew he couldn’t afford us and then I felt bad. I couldn’t fuck a top and make him feel like shit all at the same time, so when I tried to tell him I hadn’t bottomed for a long time… maybe because I look young… he thought I was a virgin.”
“So get to the part where he fell asleep. Was he drunk?”
“No, I think he was just tired,” Justin sighed. “They brought up the condoms and when I went back, he was asleep.”
“Yet he’s still here,” Daphne said thoughtfully and then she smiled. “You like him, don’t you?”
“He’s a real jerk, but….”
Daphne stood up and walked over to the console on the wall. She turned it on and grinned. Now she knew why he was still here. “Jus, he’s gorgeous.” She watched Brian turn over. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “What a beautiful cock,” she gasped again.
“Daph, stop watching him! It’s creepy,” Justin grumbled.
She turned off the monitor. “If you don’t go back in there and climb onto that beauty, I’ll do it myself. What are you waiting for? A sign from God.”
“Oh Daph,” Justin sighed.
“Go get him; he’s in your bed… help yourself.”
“He doesn’t know he’s in my bed and he doesn’t know who I am and if I tell him, I’ve lied to him,” Justin sighed again. “You should have seen how uncomfortable he was at the price of the apartments. How am I supposed to tell him I own all this and four others?”
“Since when do you discuss finances with a fuck?” Daphne raised her brow. Surely Justin had learned his lesson with Jeremy.
“Maybe he could be more than a fuck.” Justin shook his head. “I dunno what to do, Daph.”
“Are you asking for my advice? She grinned.
“No, but I know you’ll give it to me anyway,” Justin sighed.
“Get back in there and fuck him first and worry about everything else later. In you find you have feelings for him down the track then tell him the truth… until then, your financial situation is none of his business. Why are you putting the cart before the horse?”
“I like him, Daph,” Justin sighed.
“Now we get down to it,” she laughed. “Your dilemma isn’t what do, but how to keep him.”
“He’s so handsome and strong and his body… of fuck Daph, what a body,” Justin mused. “And his hands, I love his hands… those fingers… Mmmm, maybe you’re right,” he winked.
“I’m always right,” she laughed again. Daphne stood up and kissed her friend on the cheek. “Now while I’m downstairs making you money, you can relax and fuck your brains out,” she smiled. “I’ll get Joseph to cancel your appointments and you can enjoy a day off. Fuck, how long since you’ve had a day off anyway?”
“I dunno, maybe a year. I can’t remember,” Justin smiled.
“Let’s have breakfast tomorrow and you can give me all the gory details… can’t wait… bye.”
Justin smiled as he watched Daphne bounce out of the room. They’d been best friends since they were in grade school together. She was the driving force behind him establishing the clubs. Without her help, he would never have realized his dream. When her grandfather died and left her a fortune, Daphne had been the one to lend him the money to open his first club in Europe. She didn’t need to work, Daphne enjoyed it. Their first was an adventure and they’d been doing it together ever since. Justin looked around. Not bad for a kid whose father kicked him out before graduation. Work had always been enough to satisfy him, but after being with Brian, Justin realized, perhaps he didn’t have everything after all.
As Justin entered the bedroom, Brian was still sleeping soundly. He was stretched across the bed… his cock partially hard and exposed. Justin threw his robe on the floor and as he climbed onto the bed, Brian stirred.
When he opened his eyes, Brian wondered where he was. He wasn’t used to waking up anywhere other than his bed because he never spent the night at any trick’s place. As the room came into focus, Brian blinked. Was he still asleep and dreaming? This place was incredible… that’s right… the club, oh shit... he was still in that apartment. He sat up quickly. “Mmmm,” he cleared his throat. “Hey. I’ll be out of your way in a minute.”
“Are you rushing to work?”
“Not today," Brian stretched. "I haven’t had a day off in months,” he smiled. “I should call in though.”
Justin handed Brian the phone. “Dial nine first.”
Brian called his office. “Hey Cyn, it’s me. I won’t be in today… No. I need a day off. I’ll see you tomorrow. Later.”
Justin smiled. “If you aren’t going to work, do you have plans?”
Brian frowned. Who was this again? He searched his memory for his encounter with the kid. “Did I fall asleep on you last night?”
“I guess the condoms took too long to get here,” Justin smiled.
Brian was instantly embarrassed. “Fuck, what can I say? He smiled.
“We could pick up where we left off,” Justin grinned.
“When does your shift start?”
“I’m having a day off too.”
“Well, in that case….” Brian pulled Justin towards him. He rolled them over and slid down Justin’s naked body. “Mmmm,” he moaned. Brian was pleased he hadn’t rushed into anything last night, but that did mean he’d have to start again. The kid was young and the last thing Brian wished on anyone was a first time like his. Why was he thinking about this again? The same thing happened to him last night. He remembered his companion getting up when the doorbell rang, but he couldn’t remember anything else. Brian smiled between kisses. The kid didn’t know what he’d missed so it probably wasn’t a tragedy. He’d give him the fuck of his life and get out of here in time to go to the gym. Brian continued his ministrations as his mind wandered. Mikey probably still had the shits with him. His friend could be such a queen sometimes. Fifteen thousand a quarter… holy fuck. It was worth every penny though… the apartments were sensational. Even at one point nine they were a bargain. There would be no ongoing expenses… the restaurant was included… that and the maid service. If he didn’t have to go to work to afford it, he could happily live out his days here.
“Ohhhh,” Justin groaned loudly. Brian was eating him out and it felt wonderful.
Brian smiled. What was his name again? That’s right. Justin was a sweet kid and by the way he was writhing against Brian’s mouth, he certainly appreciated the finer things in life. It wasn’t usual for him to rim a trick, but as an out and proud gay man, he felt it was his responsibility to make sure the future gay men of America knew what was expected of them. He noticed the box of condoms on the night stand. Where were you last night when I needed you? He thought. Brian bent Justin in half and sat up to reach for a condom.
“Don’t stop,” Justin moaned.
“I think this was where we were up to last night,” Brian smiled.
“No, I distinctly remember you having your fingers inside me,” Justin sighed.
“Do you know how to put a condom on?”
“Yes,” Justin smiled.
Brian tore the wrapper open with his teeth and handed it to Justin. “Then put it on me, slip it on my dick.”
Justin rolled the condom over Brian’s now leaking cock while Brian reached for the lube. He squirmed. “It’s cold.”
“It’ll heat up,” Brian smiled. He lifted Justin legs onto his shoulders and sunk in slowly. Oh god, there was nothing in this world like virgin ass. “Ahhhhhh,” he groaned as he slid completely inside and waited. His lips searched for Justin’s. He tasted so sweet and Brian wanted more. “Are you okay?” Brian panted. “It hurts a bit but that’s part of it. I’ll go slow, I promise,” he sighed.
Justin was touched at how caring Brian was being. Admittedly, Brian did think he was a virgin, but he refused to allow that misinformation to detract from the idea Brian was thoughtful. Justin tightened his internal muscles to squeeze along the length of Brian’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” Brian moaned. This kid was a natural. There were many hours of blissful exploration here.
Thoughtful was taking too long. “Fuck me, Brian,” Justin sighed.
Brian ground deeper, stretching the young boy before he began to thrust. As he watched Justin lose himself to the pleasure, Brian could help being transfixed. There were no gasps or tears or signs of discomfort. From the first second Brian pushed inside him, he knew Justin loved every minute. Brian kissed him over and over, their tongues dueling as they were both transported into a place where there was only the two of them and the rest of the world didn’t exist. As Justin murmured how much he wanted him, Brian was surprised it didn’t turn him off. Usually if some trick collapsed into whimsical bullshit about how beautiful his fucking cock was… it sent him running for the exit. Justin was moaning his praises and for the first time in his life, he was enjoying the commentary. It made him feel special... interesting.
He tried to forestall the inevitable, but as his orgasm quickly approached, Brian started to pant. His thrusts became shorter and faster and he altered his angle to collide with Justin’s prostate.
“Oh Brian,” Justin moaned when he came and as he felt Brian’s body stiffen, he tightened and relaxed his sphincter to milk Brian dry… taking him along for the ride.
“Ahhhhhh,” Brian cried out. This kid was fucking sensational. He kissed Justin hungrily before rolling onto his back to take a break… satisfied but nowhere near finished with the warm body beside him.
Justin and Brian lay panting for breath. A few minutes later, Brian sat up. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Through there,” Justin pointed.
Brian climbed off the bed and disappeared through the doorway.
Justin smiled. He could still feel Brian inside him. He was sore and tired, but still felt wonderful. Sleep sounded such a wonderful word right about now.
When Brian returned, he was knocked out about the bathroom. This place blew his mind. Regardless of how much he wanted to stay, he knew eventually they’d have to leave. There was still one place he wanted to fuck before they left though. He climbed onto the bed and spooned in behind Justin. As he wrapped his arm around Justin’s waist and pulled him closer, he whispered. “Do you think it would be okay if we used the tub?”
“Sure,” Justin smiled and nestled back against Brian. As much as Brian tried to appear aloof, Justin recognized the small excited Brian inside the man holding him. “If water appeals to you, you should try the waterfall room.”
Brian smiled. “It’s a nice dream, but I’m a few years away from being able to be a member here,” he admitted.
“Do you think it’s too expensive?” Justin asked cautiously.
“Fuck no. This place is worth every nickel, but at the moment, it’s quite a few more nickels than I have. I just renovated a loft down on the corner of Tremont and I’ve sunk everything into that. Of course it’s nothing like this place, but it’s mine,” Brian smiled and nuzzled his companion’s neck.
“Mmmm, you said you were in advertising?” Justin moaned.
“Yeah,” Brian sighed. “I’m trying to make partner. That’s why I haven’t had a day off in months,” he smiled.
“I heard administration is looking for an agency to promote the clubs. They just started building another.”
“Where?”
“New Orleans.”
“How many did you say they have?” Brian asked.
“Five, but they want five more within the next ten years,” Justin smiled.
“Is there a head office?”
“Um….” Justin hesitated. This felt like an inquisition. “The owner… um… he usually travels around the different clubs,” Justin stammered.
“One guy owns all of them?” Brian gasped. “Do you know if he's looking for a local agency or something more international?”
“Local, I think,” Justin stammered again. Why had he gotten suckered into this conversation? He must have been crazy.
“Hey,” Brian sat up and rolled Justin towards him. “Do you think I could talk to somebody about it?”
“Um, I guess,” Justin sighed. “Um… ah…” he continued to stammer.
“Listen, if your boss is looking for an agency and it’s confidential, I wouldn’t mention it was you who told me.” Brian tried to put Justin at ease. The kid looked positively pale. “Hey,” Brian pulled Justin into his arms. “I won’t mention you at all… you don’t have to tell me anymore. I can do my own research and contact the owner myself.” He’d hoped excluding Justin from any dealings would settle his companion, but the twink still looked pretty freaked. “Forget about it,” Brian moaned between kisses. “How about we try out that tub?” he continued.
Justin could feel the panic rising inside him. If Brian did his own research, he’d find out for sure that he owned the Ambrosia chain. He couldn’t let that happen. “There is someone you could talk to. Her name is Daphne Chaunders and she’s in charge of choosing the agency. I could make an appointment for you,” Justin offered.
Brian grinned. “That would be fantastic.” It was always easier to close off an introduction. “Do you want me to leave you out of it?”
“I haven’t told you anything confidential. When do you want to meet with Daph?” Justin said softly.
“As soon as possible,” Brian grinned.
Justin pulled away. “I’ll make that call for you.”
“Hey,” Brian grabbed him and held Justin tightly “You don’t need to do it now.” He could see Justin was upset. “Is there some reason you’d rather I didn’t speak to management about my agency?”
“I guess I just wanted to keep you all to myself today,” Justin shrugged. He didn’t want to talk anymore. Justin wanted Brian inside him again.
Brian smiled. “Another good reason why we should go and try out that tub. I was thinking the same thing.”
As soon as the words left his lips, Justin regretted them. “Is it me, the account or the tub you’re interested in?”
The smile disappeared from Brian’s face. It never seemed to amaze him how quickly some tricks linked the future to their fucks. He was never gonna be some sap. Maybe he should introduce this kid to Theodore. This kid needed to know the truth. “I’m only interested in getting laid. The props are unimportant,” he said coldly as he released Justin from his grasp.
“Are you saying I’m a prop?” Justin gasped.
“Well, I’ve always believed you need somewhere to put it.” Brian shrugged casually.
Justin picked up his robe and pulled it on. “Interesting belief,” he frowned. “It’s best we cut this short. I don’t think you have what I’m looking for. I arranged for your clothes to be laundered, so hopefully, they should be ready soon. Feel free to wait here, I need to go to work. I’ll send someone up with your clothes ASAP.” Justin disappeared into the bathroom.
Brian stood with his mouth open. He felt like he’d been dismissed by the President of the Unites States and not some little virgin he’d picked up in a restaurant. He wasn’t sure what just happened. They were getting along great and then…. Brian still had no idea. He’d wanted to fuck Justin again. Justin was the best fuck he’d been with in months. They could even talk and he never talked to tricks. Why did he say shit like that? Justin was young and it wasn’t unheard of to want some sort of emotional response from the person who popped your cherry. Calling him a prop was uncalled for. Brian remembered going home after his first time and in the privacy of his bedroom, he’d cried for hours… shit. The kid just wanted to be with him and if he was really honest, he was enjoying himself with Justin. It felt relaxed and comfortable… like they’d known each other for a long time. Justin was even prepared to introduce him with his boss. Brian sighed. Fuck. Should he wait until Justin came out of the bathroom and apologize? Could he save anything out of this? Maybe if he explained he could be a real ass sometimes? Why did he do this shit? Brian looked up when the doorbell rang. He looked around, but there was no sign of Justin. When he opened the door, a man was standing there smiling, holding his clothes.
“Your clothes, Mr. Kinney.”
“Thank you,” Brian smiled. Justin was still in the bathroom, so Brian dressed quickly. He waited ten minutes and when Justin still hadn’t emerged, he knocked on the door. “Justin?” He knocked again and received no answer. He took a deep breath and opened the door, but the bathroom was empty. Where did he go? Brian sighed and walked to the front door. He took the elevator to the ground floor and spoke to the man at the counter. “I was wondering if it was possible to have a word with Justin before I....”
“I’m sorry sir, that won’t be possible at this time,” the man smiled. “If you leave your number though, perhaps he could contact you at a more convenient time.”
Brian sighed. “Sure.” He wrote his home number on the back of his business card and handed it to the smiling man. “Could you tell him I want to see him?”
“I’ll give him your message, sir. I hope you enjoyed your visit to Ambrosia.”
Brian nodded and left.
*******
Daphne poked her head around the door frame. “What are you doing here. I thought you were having the day off.”
“It didn’t work out,” Justin shrugged… without bothering to look up from his file.
Daphne sat on the desk. “Spill it," she smiled. Daphne gasped and listened carefully as her friend rattled off his rendition of the morning's events. “I can’t believe that’s all that happened,”
“He called me a prop,” Justin growled.
“After you dumped some emotional demand on a guy who’d only fucked you once. What on earth were you thinking?”
“Just forget him, he’s gone and we’ve got work to do. I told Joseph to get rid of him. It’s over.”
“I spoke to George earlier. That was probably the worst thing you could have done if you wanted that guy. You should read the report,” she sighed.
“I’m not interested in anything George dug up on Brian Kinney,” Justin said defiantly.
Daphne shook her head. This was the first guy Justin had even noticed since Jeremy. She had to stop his stubborn streak from ruining his future happiness. “I thought you liked him.”
“I thought I did too,” Justin sighed. “I should never have mentioned we were looking for an agency.”
“Why did you?”
Justin frowned. “I dunno. He said he was trying to make partner and he does understand the purpose of the clubs and what we’re trying to achieve. I liked his passion. He loved our concept.”
“And if he was involved in the campaign you could see him all the time and you could give him a membership, even though he can’t afford one and maybe if he made partner, his money situation would be better. Oh Jus, no matter how many clients he signs, he’ll never be in your league,” Daphne sighed. She hugged him close. None of this would have happened if he hadn’t given an invitation to this Emmett character, just to make him feel good… someone else who of course could never in his wildest dreams afford a membership …” Daphne sighed. Justin was a softy. Her friend just wanted everyone to be happy. “Will I contact his agency?”
“Hell no,” Justin said emphatically. “Let it go, Daph. I fucked it up well and truly. It isn’t salvageable.”
Daphne threw the file onto Justin’s desk. “You should check out this guy. It makes for interesting reading. He’s had a rough time, but he’s worked really hard to overcome his past.”
“What sort of past?”
“Read the file,” Daphne smiled. “If he’s a jerk, it’s because he’s had to be. He has this friend, Michael and when his father used to beat the shit out of him, he’d go to his friend’s house. The mother works down at the Liberty diner.”
Justin picked up the thick file. “How did George get so much so quickly?”
“Everyone’s got a story. He’s the hottest stud on Liberty Avenue,” she smiled. As Justin continued to wait for the truth, she sighed. “I had George put a team on it.”
“A team of how many?” Justin rolled his eyes.
“The whole agency,” Daphne laughed. “Well, I wanted to know if he was good enough for you.”
“And what do you think?” Justin sighed. The way Brian touched him was still vivd in his mind. Even though he was a jerk, Brian had made him tingle all over.
“He needs work, but you should go for it. To summarize… not only is he drop dead gorgeous, but he’s proud, likes to earn his own money and not interested in getting anything for nothing. I’m almost in love with him myself. It’s a bitch he isn’t straight,” she grinned. “Read the file, asshole,” she laughed.
Daphne left Justin in his office and hurried downstairs. “Joseph, can I see Mr. Kinney’s questionnaire please? He didn’t happen to note down which agency he worked for, did he?”
“He didn’t, but he did leave his card,” Joseph smiled. “He left it for Mr. Taylor.”
Daphne grinned when she looked at the card. That name... she knew that name. “I’ll take care of this.”
********
“What’s going on?” Brian asked Cynthia.
“Some big client asked for you... Hurry and get in there. Marty’s over the moon,” Cynthia grinned.
“How big?”
“Huge,” Cynthia grinned. “I think I heard fifteen million a year for five years, but she wants you, personally.”
“She?” Brian frowned.
Cynthia pushed him towards the conference room. “I don’t care what you have to do... go get us that account,” she smiled.
Brian swallowed. He had some big clients, but not that big. Brian wondered how this woman heard about his work. “What’s her name?”
“Daphne Chaunders.”
“Fuck,” Brian gasped. “I know that name. Is the company Ambrosia?”
“How did you know?”
“Someone told me they were looking for an agency,” Brian replied. “Are you sure she asked for me?” He couldn’t believe Justin had mentioned him after the way they’d left it. It had been two days and Justin still hadn’t called him.
“She was very insistent and she’s been waiting for fifteen minutes.” Cynthia raised her brow.
Brian took a deep breath and as he opened the door, he smiled. “Ms Chaunders, I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting.” He held out his hand. “I’m Brian Kinney and I’m very pleased to meet you.”
“Mr. Kinney.” Daphne shook his hand firmly. In the flesh, she thought. Up close, he was almost as fabulous as he was naked. “I hope to be seeing more of you.” She meant it… naked… Mmmm, her mind wandered back to the way Brian looked in Justin’s bed.
Brian looked at her strangely. Was she coming on to him?
“Brian is at your disposal Ms. Chaunders,” Marty smiled.
“That’s good to hear,” she grinned. “Marty, please, it’s Daphne.”
“Daphne,” Marty smiled. “Brian, Daphne’s organization has a chain of private clubs and they are about to quadruple their presence with a group of new clubs in various locations locally and overseas.”
“That sounds very exciting,” Brian smiled.
“It is,” Daphne replied. “Now Brian, may I call you Brian?” She took his hand again.
“Of course,” Brian smiled nervously. She was coming on to him. Fuck. He’d done plenty of things in the name of business that he wasn’t proud of, but he’d never been asked to… oh shit.
“Now Brian, our members are the cream of the crop. Being a member at Ambrosia means not only are they exposed to the most sensational facilities, but membership carries a certain status. We wish to promote that image and hopefully make every wealthy man and woman desperate to appear on our client list. How familiar with our organization are you?”
Her question threw him. Hadn’t Justin told her about him? “Um, I was a guest at Ambrosia only a few days ago.”
“Then you understand what I’m talking about,” she smiled. “Our members are precious to us, Brian. Nothing is too much trouble for a member or their guest.”
“It sounds like an amazing place, Daphne,” Marty smiled.
“We are dedicated to pleasure, Marty,” she grinned. “Naturally you’re welcome to inspect our facilities in Pittsburgh, but to really experience Ambrosia fully, you may need to wait until our first straight club opens next year.”
Marty looked confused.
Daphne smiled. “I’m assuming you’re straight Marty.”
“Um, yes, of course,” Marty stammered.
“The Ambrosia in Pittsburgh is a gay club, Marty,” Brian smiled.
Daphne watched with amusement as Marty went red and started to cough.
“You’ve come to the right place, Daphne. Brian’s about as gay as you can get.” He suddenly realized what he said. “I meant Brian’s an expert. He’s well versed with your target market. I’ll leave you in his very capable hands. I mean….”
Daphne collapsed into a giggling fit. “His hands are only a small part of what I’m interested in, Marty.”
Brian gulped. She knew he was gay and it didn’t seem to faze her.
As Marty tried to escape, Daphne added. “I realize Brian has seen the club in passing, but I want him to be very familiar with our facilities. I suggest he spends some time with us… maybe a week… to familiarize himself completely. Naturally, I would expect you to bill us for his time,” she smiled. “I’m hoping we will do great things together, Marty.”
“It sounds as though you have already made up your mind, Daphne,” Marty smiled.
“I always research thoroughly, Marty. I like to know who I’m getting into bed with. Now, I’m prepared to sign a contract with one condition… although I am sure our lawyers will want all the customary protections. My needs are simple… I want Brian Kinney,” Daphne paused. “I want this clear in advance Marty… I’ve been known to be very demanding,” she paused again. “But I’m sure anyone whose account represents seventy five million dollars is probably no more demanding than me,” she smiled sweetly.
“Are you saying you want Brian exclusively?”
“Of course not,” Daphne laughed. “What good would he be to me if only handled our account and lost his edge. Send the contracts over to my office, Marty and Brian, why don’t we have lunch at Ambrosia? I’ll meet you at one. It was good doing business with you gentlemen,” she smiled.
As the whirlwind introduced to them as Daphne Chaunders whirled out of the conference room, Brian and Marty looked at each other.
“I think she wants you, Brian,” Marty sighed. “It's a bonus she’s very attractive.”
“Marty, I’m gay,” Brian sighed.
“For seventy five million dollars, you’ll be anything she wants you to be.”
“Marty, I know it’s a lot of money, but I don’t think I could….”
Marty frowned. When it came to money, he had no sense of humor. He had to think quickly or this account was gonna fly out the window. “Could you do it for that partnership you’ve always wanted?”
“Come on, Marty, this isn’t fair,” Brian objected. He wondered if he could. The partnership he’d always wanted was within his grasp.
“Meet her for lunch,” Marty shrugged. “Spend a week at her club and we’ll meet again on next Friday. You can give me your decision when we meet and if you decide you’re interested, I’ll have the papers ready for us to sign. Think carefully, Brian. We’re talking about your future,” Marty sighed. “I’ve been fucking women all my life and believe me, blowing off a partnership and seventy five million dollars to get out of it, is just plain stupid. Close your eyes. With the extra money you make as a partner, you can buy a whole lot of therapy,” he laughed.
“Marty, if I told you that you needed to fuck guys to get an account, what would you say?” Brian frowned.
“For seventy five million? Bend over.”
“Okay, bad example,” Brian sighed.
“Exactly. You better get going. Make sure Cynthia can handle everything in your calendar before you take off and good luck,” Marty smiled.
Brian walked out of the conference room as if he was walking the last mile. Fuck.
********
Daphne breezed into Justin’s office. “You’ve had a day now,” she frowned. "Did you get over yourself and read it?"
Justin looked up from the file on Brian. He hadn’t done anything else. “Where did you go to?”
“Don’t avoid my question?” She frowned.
“Yes, I read it.”
“Do you still want him?”
“I don’t think it’s up to me, Daph. According to this, he’s never even had a boyfriend. His rep says he doesn’t want one either. He fucks once and then he moves on,” Justin sighed.
“You said you felt a connection.”
“I’m sure a few of the hundreds of guys he’s fucked, felt a connection too.” Justin shrugged.
Daphne sat on his desk. “Could you love him?”
Justin slumped onto his desk. “I think I already do,” he sighed.
“I knew it,” she smiled. “I just offered him our account.”
“Wwwhat?” Justin stammered as he lifted his head.
“He’s meeting me for lunch in,” she looked at her watch. “Just under an hour.”
“How much did you spend?”
“Fifteen over five, just as we planned.”
“But… How good is he?”
“I checked him out. He’s good,” she grinned wickedly. “You told me yourself.”
Justin frowned. “I meant to handle our advertising.”
“You’ve never questioned any of my decisions before,” she scowled. “When did you lose confidence in my judgment?”
“I haven’t. I just don’t think I need to pay seventy five million dollars to get laid.”
“You aren’t. You’re paying seventy five mil, to get the most innovative, exciting, new advertising account exec in the Pittsburgh market place. I’ve been looking for an agency for two months now and Brian Kinney’s name keeps coming up. I think he’s a winner and even if you never wanted to lay eyes on him again, he’d be my first choice,” Daphne said defiantly.
“Is he really good?”
“Fabulous,” she smiled. “Are you going to tell him who you are? It’s probably best to be honest with him as soon as possible. By the way, somehow he got the impression I was coming on to him.”
“What did you do?” Justin asked suspiciously. He was well aware of his friend’s macabre sense of humor.
“He seems to suffering under the misconception that he may be expected to fuck me to keep the account,” she grinned.
“Daph,” Justin gasped.
“Let’s see how much integrity he really has. Seventy five million is a big piece of cheese,” she frowned. “There’s more.”
“More?” Oh fuck, what had she done now?
“I told Marty Ryder… that’s his boss, that I would only have Brian Kinney, so I’m sure as soon as I walked out the door; Marty offered him that partnership he wants so much. So, this will be a real test for him, won’t it?” She grinned.
“You’re not gonna make him fuck you, are you?” Justin asked slowly.
Daphne laughed. “I have plenty of gay men to choose from if I want to boost mental illness in this town. As much as I think he’s beautiful, I prefer hitting the sheets with someone who is unquestionably straight. If I wanted to be with a gay man, you would be my first choice,” she smiled.
Justin stood up and pulled her close to him. He kissed her softly. “I’m flattered and relieved… all at the same time,” he smiled.
“You’d rather be sure he was with you for you and not for your money, wouldn’t you?”
“So you think I shouldn’t tell him?”
Daphne frowned. “On one hand, honesty is always the best policy, but with your history… your finances are none of his business… besides doesn’t he think you were a virgin?”
Justin groaned. “I forgot about that.”
Daphne laughed. “Are you gonna make him teach you how to fuck?”
Justin rolled his eyes. “So, are you my boss?”
“I don’t think we should lie. That’s too dishonest, even for me,” she sighed. “How about you and I are friends… it’s true? Does that mean you want to see him?”
“Let’s wait and see. I have meetings all afternoon, so I won’t be around until later. By the way, I need to go down to New Orleans next week… to check on a few things.”
“When?”
“Later in the week.”
“Why don’t you take Brian with you?” Her eyes twinkled.
“You’ll be late if you don’t hurry. It’s almost one,” Justin raised his brow.
If she hurried, she’d have time to tell Doc what she’d done before Brian arrived. Justin deserved to be happy. It wasn’t right their friend was alone. “Leave Brian to me… I’ll handle everything,” she smiled.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he laughed.
********
Brian hurried home to change. He refused to think about her perceived expectations and had decided to deal with it if and when it came up. When she said she wanted him to spend time at the club, he wondered if he was expected to stay there. Fuck. He could leave a bag in the trunk of his car… Yeah, that was the ticket, he smiled. Brian wondered what she wanted him to do there… No, it couldn’t be that. The woman ran a gay club and she knew he was gay. Surely he’d misunderstood. He was throwing things into a bag when his cell rang.
He answered it. “What?”
“That’s a lovely way to answer your phone.”
“I’m on my way to a lunch meeting and I’m late,” Brian growled.
“I wanted us to get together. I haven’t seen you since we went to that place,” Michael grumbled.
“And you won’t see me for another week either. I’m away on business until next Friday.”
“Where are you going?” Michael asked.
“To see a client.” Brian avoided telling his friend where he was going.
Michael changed the subject. “That place was pretty strange.”
“What place?”
“The one Emmett took us to the other night.”
“What was strange about it?” Brian asked, continuing to pack and not really listening. Michael had obviously hated going there, but Michael wasn’t the sort of person they were trying to attract.
“I dunno,” Mikey sighed. “Getting into costume to get fucked... seems wrong somehow.”
“I thought it was convenient. There was no confusion what people were into. I liked it,” Brian smiled. “I wouldn’t mind joining… if I had the cash,” he laughed.
“I know,” Michael mused. “Fifteen thousand dollars.”
“Per quarter,” Brian added.
“What?” Michael roared. “Are they crazy? I thought you paid it once and you were in.”
“No, four times a year and you can buy an apartment upstairs and that’s a one off investment.”
“I bet they’re a few hundred thousand,” Michael gasped.
“Probably,” Brian smiled. There was no point giving Mikey a figure that would give him a heart attack. He didn’t have time to make an unscheduled visit to the hospital. Mikey could be annoying, but Brian still loved his best friend. “Anyway, gotta go or I’ll be late. Later.”
“Where did you say you were going?”
“Bye Mikey,” Brian laughed and closed his cell. He grabbed his bag, set the alarm and took the elevator down to the garage. His place was certainly basic compared to where he’d spent that night. It was a magnificent apartment… probably the owners. Justin said he traveled between the clubs.
As Brian drove towards the river, he found his mind drifting to the blond from the other night. He wondered what would happen if he bumped into that kid again. He owed Justin at least a thank you. Brian grinned. A thank you wasn’t the only thing he wanted to give Justin... fuck, he was tight. Even though Brian made it a practice to never indulge in the same direction twice, if Justin was working at the club, there was no reason they wouldn’t be bumping into each other.
Brian had enjoyed their night together... more than he was prepared to admit. It was a pity their time had been cut short. There should have been many more hours of enjoyment there… oh well, it hadn’t worked out that way. That in mind, Brian was more than curious why Justin had still recommended him. Was Justin getting back at him? Is that what was happening? Fear crept into his mind. What was he supposed to do about Daphne? She didn’t look like the kinda person who was put off easily and she was very upfront about what she wanted. He’d fucked a few women in college… maybe he could… oh fuck.
When he arrived at Ambrosia, Brian was taken to the restaurant. To his relief, Daphne was all business. They talked about the company’s mission and the strategies they were using to achieve their goals. Brian was already impressed with the concept, but was surprised and amazed how quickly and expertly the organization had grown in only five years. Each club only accepted four hundred members and Brian was further impressed that since opening only four months before, membership was almost full. Wealthy fags were clambering to the concept. He wasn’t surprised at all. Daphne suggested he visit the construction site of the club in New Orleans later in the week when she showed him the plans. She was hoping the campaign could be launched to coincide with its opening in six months.
“Six months is certainly achievable,” Brian smiled.
Daphne smiled. “I have the utmost faith in your abilities Brian. How about we take a break?”
“Of course,” Brian said nervously.
“Joseph said you arrived without luggage,” she smiled. “Were you expecting to spend your time with us in costume?”
“I wasn’t sure exactly what you wanted me to do while I was here,” Brian stammered.
Daphne grinned. “We’ll meet each day of course, but the rest of your time here is yours to do as you wish. I want you to submerge yourself in the concept and really have a clear picture of what we’re trying to achieve before you leave us,” she smiled. “I was thinking, perhaps next Tuesday you could accompany a representative to New Orleans… to fully appreciate the care we take in the construction of our clubs and when you return on Friday, I’ll expect drafts in two weeks. How does that sound?” She smiled. “Now, I have appointments for the rest of the afternoon, so perhaps we can meet again for dinner at nine?” Daphne stood up to leave.
“Nine it is,” Brian smiled.
“Joseph will make one of the apartments upstairs available to you and feel free to dress as you wish while you’re here,” she smiled and extended her hand.
“Thank you.” Brian shook hands and watched her disappear.
The waiter approached. “Coffee, Mr. Kinney?”
“Thanks,” Brian smiled. Ideas were already running through his head. This place was every fags dream… a place where the dream could be reality… he needed his lap top. He finished his coffee and returned to the front desk.
“My name is Joseph. May I be of assistance, Mr. Kinney?” Joseph asked politely.
“I need to get some things from my car.”
“I’ll arrange to have you car moved into our security garage and your belongings taken to your room,” he smiled. He handed Brian a keycard. “Your room is on the third floor on the river side of the building… apartment 11. The restaurant is available to you twenty four hours a day while you are a guest of Ambrosia. During your stay with us, the club and its facilities are at your disposal,” Joseph smiled.
Brian took the elevator to the third floor. He couldn’t help feeling excited. An apartment here was a dream come true and he had the opportunity to live that dream… even if it was only for a few days. This one was a scaled down version of the one he’d been in before, but it was still spacious… not to mention, gorgeous. The living room was similar, but there was only one bedroom. The first thing he did was fill the tub. He’d always been a shower person, but that tub was oh so appealing.
As Brian relaxed in the hot water, his mind drifted to Justin again. He could almost feel Justin in his lap as his hand slid down into the water.
********
After three top ups and almost two hours, Brian climbed out of the tub. Although the facilities were at his disposal, spending his time here tricking wouldn’t be the most professional of behaviors. Daphne had been considerably more professional since his arrival. Perhaps she… Fuck, she was probably giving him a chance to make the first move… shit. He could stall her until after Marty signed the papers next Friday… fuck… how could he do that? He was good at what he did. He shouldn’t be forced to… Brian stopped. Whining that the world wasn’t fair was counterproductive to his goals. It was no surprise to him after all these years. He’d used sex all his life to get what he wanted. Maybe he’d deluded himself that he was just taking what he deserved, but it was true. A part of him had to congratulate her. She certainly had Pittsburgh’s numero uno fag on the hop.
As much as he knew he deserved this partnership, there was no way he was gonna get it without this account. Marty was already salivating. If he closed his eyes and pretended she had a cock… maybe…fuck.
Brian wrapped a towel around his waist and as he returned to the living room, he noticed his laptop on the table. In the bedroom, he found his clothes were already in the closet and he marveled again at the level of service the club provided. It was incredible. Ambrosia was incredible. Designing a campaign for this place would be a dream… a dream…. Brian pulled on some sweats and sat to his computer to work.
Hours later, the phone disturbed him from his thoughts.
“Mr. Kinney, its Anton sir. Just a reminder Ms Chaunders is expecting you for dinner in her suite at nine. It’s on the second floor, room 1.”
“Thank you.” Brian looked at his watch. It was eight fifteen and it was here… the moment of truth. He scanned his work on the concept he'd been working on. It was good. Brian was sure as far as the work was concerned, he could deliver well beyond her expectations. He dressed quickly. She was obviously a smart cookie. It couldn’t be too difficult for her to understand he wasn’t interested in her…. Brian stopped. What if she didn’t care? What if she just wanted to fuck? He needed a drink.
Brian opened the bar and poured himself a large double. If he was drunk enough, maybe he wouldn’t remember. He threw back his drink and poured another.
By his second refill, he was angry. This was bullshit… bull… shit. He should just march in there and tell her she was paying for his work, not him…. Brian sighed. Who was he kidding? She didn’t need him. Daphne had more power than any woman he’d ever met before. She could have anything she wanted… and if he wanted to make partner, that included him. Damn.
He checked the time again. It was almost nine. Brian picked up his laptop and took the elevator to the first floor.
An elegantly dressed Daphne opened her door. “Brian, good, you’re right on time. Come in. What can I get you to drink?” She smiled.
“Beam would be great,” Brian smiled… his mask securely in place. As he entered, he saw this apartment was almost as big as the one upstairs, but the décor was very different… considerably more feminine. Dinner was already set up by the windows.
“I hope you’re as hungry as I am,” she smiled.
Brian swallowed hard. “I’ve been working on your campaign and I think you’ll like what I’ve come up with.” If he bombarded her with ideas, it would pass the time.
“We can talk about business tomorrow. Why don’t we just relax and get to know each other better,” Daphne smiled and handed Brian his drink.
“Of course, I’m just very excited at the opportunity to work on your campaign,” Brian forced a smile. If she wanted to get to know him, this was his opportunity to ask questions. “You’d already made up your mind about me before you came to Ryder, hadn’t you?”
“Yes,” she smiled and sat on the sofa.
Brian sat beside her. “May I ask why?”
“I’ve been looking for an agency for a while now,” she admitted. “I’d seen examples of your work and I liked what I saw. That and your understanding of what a gay man is looking for. I think you can help us reach our target market. You’re confident, handsome, intelligent and successful. By all reports, you obviously enjoy the finer things in life,” she smiled.
“That’s very flattering,” Brian smiled.
“I think we can accomplish a lot together.”
“Daphne, I have to be honest with you,” Brian sighed.
“I’d appreciate that.” Daphne smiled.
“I got the impression you wanted more from me than just an executive to work on your account,” Brian started nervously.
“That’s true,” she grinned. “Brian, you aren’t just any executive. Aside from your work, which is excellent… I chose you for a very specific reason. My account will bring you a level of status at Ryder that you’ve never achieved before and Ambrosia is all about status. We want the cream of the crop to want us.” Daphne squeezed his hand and smiled.
Brian shifted uncomfortably. “I’m sure I understand what you want for Ambrosia, but can I be blunt?” He removed his hand from her grasp.
Daphne nodded.
“I don’t mean to offend you, but do you expect me to service your personal needs as well?”
“My, you are blunt,” Daphne laughed. “I’m sure getting my account is important to you, Brian… am I right?”
“Of course.”
“Well it’s yours… you have it. I only have one question, Brian. Just what are you prepared to do to keep it?” She smiled.
Brian took a deep breath. They needed to get this out in the open. “Tell me what you want, Daphne.”
“I haven’t decided yet,” she smiled. “Why don’t you make me an offer?”
He could see she was enjoying this. Making him squirm was amusing her. As much as he wanted this partnership, no woman had ever had his balls before and at the moment; Daphne had them in her pocket. “I’m a gay man, Daphne,” Brian sighed. “I always have been and I always will be. I have no desire to have sex with any woman, at any time. I’m not saying that as far as women go, you aren’t a very attractive one and if things were different… if I was different… I’m sure I would want to rip all your clothes off and fuck you senseless. However, the reality is, I’m not different. I’m gay.”
Daphne smiled. “I appreciate your honesty, Brian.”
Brian was fascinated. She appeared almost relieved by his admission. He was interested what made her tick. “Having said that and being sure now, because I’ve been totally honest with you that there could never be anything emotional between us….” He watched her face closely. “I’ll do whatever I need to do to keep this account.” Brian stood up and pulled off his tie. He continued watching her closely and as he unbuttoned his shirt. When the color drained from her face, he smiled. “Here okay or would you rather we move this to your bedroom?”
Justin was watching on his monitor. Daphne looked sick. He was still laughing as he dialed.
Brian was about to take her hand as the phone rang. He smiled to himself when she scampered to answer it.
“Yes,” Daphne said.
“Well smarty, what are you gonna do now?” Justin crowed.
“Of course. I’ll attend to it immediately.” She put down the phone. “I’m sorry, Brian. Something urgent has come up and it requires my attention. I’ll need to take a raincheck on dinner.”
“Yes, of course,” Brian smiled. Now he was enjoying himself. She didn’t want to fuck him at all. What was her game? “Will I come back later?”
“No, no, take the evening for yourself and we’ll meet tomorrow for breakfast to discuss your ideas,” she stammered. “Let’s say, um, eight?”
As Brian re-buttoned his shirt, he smiled. “That would be great. I have a few I’m sure you’ll find appealing.” He shoved his tie into his pocket and grabbed his laptop before walking to the door.
********
Daphne watched Brian leave and then flopped down onto the sofa. A few minutes later, Justin strolled in.
“What do you make of that?”
“He was honest at least.” She shrugged.
“It looked to me like he intended to go through with it,” Justin frowned.
“I said he was honest, not stupid,” she chuckled. “He told me in no uncertain terms that he was prepared to do whatever it took, but he wouldn’t enjoy a minute of it. I think it was a very clever way for him to not concede much at all,” she smiled. “I appreciated your call by the way.”
“What are friends for,” Justin smiled. “You may need to do it to save face,” he chuckled.
“Not likely, besides, I don’t have to save face. I’m the client. I can do anything I want,” she grinned. “I’m sure by now he’s very pleased with himself. Did I give the game away when he started to take his clothes off?”
Justin sat beside her. “If going pale and glancing for escape routes wasn’t too obvious for him… no,” he laughed.
“He caught me by surprise and that’s no mean feat. I was sure after his speech, he was gonna tell me to go to hell,” she laughed. “He caught me off guard.”
“But he was prepared to fuck you to keep the account,” Justin sighed.
“He said he’d do whatever he had to. I admire him… whatever it takes. He wants his partnership… you can’t blame him. It’s so close, he just has to reach out and grab it.”
“So I saw,” Justin frowned again.
Daphne smiled. “He could have just led me on until the contracts were signed, but he didn’t. He was honest and in no uncertain terms told me how it was.”
“Mmmm,” Justin replied thoughtfully.
“I like him, Jus. I like him a lot. You aren’t gonna change him overnight. Actually, I think unless he wants to settle down, he won’t change at all.”
“We fucked once, Daph. Why all this talk about settling down all of a sudden?”
“Because you’re lonely asshole,” she sighed. “I know you want him and you’ve never been one for just tricking.”
“I know,” Justin frowned. “But he was pretty mean to me last time I saw him.”
“Oh, poor baby… Show me on the doll where the bad man touched you,” she said sarcastically.
Justin frowned. He hated all this crap. Business was so much easier to deal with.
“Why don’t you take my meeting with him tomorrow?”
“Fucking by proxy?”
“I’ve moved on,” she laughed. “I know what I need to know about him now. If you let him get away, you’re crazy. I told him I wanted him to visit the site in New Orleans on Tuesday for a few days, so you should make up with him before he goes with you. He’s probably in the bar by now. I’m gonna get something to eat and then I want to wash my hair.”
“I’m not hungry,” Justin moaned. If he took her meeting, he’d need to be prepared to tell Brian the truth about who he was… fuck.
********
Brian felt like himself again. She’d tried to take his balls, but they were back where they belonged. He returned to his room and ordered dinner. As much as it was tempting to go downstairs, it probably wasn’t the smartest of moves. He sighed loudly at being at a smorgasbord where he couldn’t eat anything. It was unwise for the client to see him as just another horny queer. Brian picked up the phone.
“Yes, Mr. Kinney?”
“Anton, I was wondering if Justin was on duty tonight.”
“Justin…” Anton hesitated. “I could check and get back to you sir,” he replied uncomfortably
“I’d appreciate it, thank you,” Brian smiled. He put down the phone and walked over to the windows. The view at night was just as breathtaking and he couldn’t help staring. When his dinner arrived, he was surprised to see Justin pushing the cart.
“Your dinner, Mr. Kinney,” Justin said flatly.
“What happened to Brian and why didn’t you call?”
“Was I supposed to?” Justin pushed the cart into the room. “Where do you want it?”
“Is this a trick question?” Brian raised one eyebrow.
Justin felt his heart skip a beat. Brian was looking at him hungrily.
“Listen, our misunderstanding the other day… let me make it up to you,” Brian smiled.
“Why would you want to do that?” Justin frowned.
Brian sighed. “When do you get off work?”
“I’m finished now.” Justin shrugged. “Why?”
“Have you eaten?” Brian smiled.
“Not yet.”
“Then eat with me. You could tell me more about this place. I need some information to help me with my work.”
“Work?”
“I’m designing the advertising campaign for the Ambrosia chain,” he smiled. “Someone mentioned my name to Daphne Chaunders and she tracked me down.”
“Daph never lets grass grow under her feet.”
“She’s pretty full on,” Brian laughed. “Do you know her well?”
“We’re friends,” Justin smiled.
“I just want to thank you for your recommendation. My boss offered me partner.”
“You must be happy.”
Brian pulled Justin towards him. “What I am is horny.” He slipped his hand around the back of Justin’s neck and pressed their lips together.
Justin felt his knees go weak.
********
As they basked in the afterglow of hours of hot sweaty sex, there was no doubt in Justin’s mind... He wanted Brian Kinney.
“Tired?” Brian whispered.
Justin rolled onto his belly and looked sideways at Brian. “Not especially.”
Brian smiled and turned towards Justin. He was more than surprised to find someone whose appetite seemingly matched his own. For a young kid, he certainly caught on fast. Either Justin was a natural or he was a great teacher. Brian decided it was the latter and nuzzled Justin’s neck. “Mmmm, you taste good.”
“And I like it when you taste me,” Justin smiled. “How many times are you planning to fuck me?”
“How many times do you want?”
Justin laughed. “Don’t you ever sleep?”
“Not when there’s something better to do,” Brian chuckled. Suddenly he stopped. “And I didn’t mean any offence by that.”
“None taken.” Justin grinned. “How long will you be here?”
“A week,” He smiled. “Already I know it’ll be hard to leave this place.”
“Ambrosia is wonderful, isn’t it?” Justin said proudly. “Daph wants to open some straight clubs this year. She’s sure the concept will work for everyone.”
“She may have something there. Have you known her long?”
Justin nodded. “Some days it feels longer than others," he laughed. "She has a very macabre sense of humor, but I love her.”
“Could I ask you something and it stay just between us?” Brian asked cautiously.
“Sure.” Justin knew what was coming.
“I got the impression she was coming on to me,” he replied softly.
Justin laughed. “She probably was.”
“Oh.” Brian managed to choke out. Shit... she was serious.
“Don’t worry she’ll get tired of teasing you eventually.”
“Teasing?” Brian queried.
“Integrity and honor… that and honesty, she admires those qualities above everything. Daph enjoys testing people to see what they’re really made of. Once she trusts you though, she is the most loyal person you could ever hope to have in your life.”
“I thought she was at least confident I’d do a good job, but I’m not sure about now.” Brian raised one eyebrow.
“Weren’t you supposed to have dinner with her last night?”
“It wasn’t really dinner. We didn’t exactly have time to eat.”
“That sounds ominous,” Justin said cautiously.
Brian smiled. Justin was easy to talk to. He’d never been one for small talk before, but this was comfortable. Brian debated whether he could be completely honest with Justin. After all, even though they had disagreed at their first meeting, Justin had still recommended him to Daphne. “When she came on to me, I told her I was gay and women weren’t my thing.”
“And how did she react to that?” Justin asked.
“That’s just it. I’m not sure. She’s hard to read. I did however say I’d fuck her to keep the account… but that seemed to rattle her.”
“Do tell.” Justin raised his brow. “Would you have done it… to keep the account I mean?”
“I’d be happier to do you,” Brian laughed. “Saying I wouldn’t do just about anything to keep this account would be a lie. My sense for preservation tells me that if fucking her means I get to keep Ambrosia… and therefore my chance at partner… then I probably should do it, but as far as wanting too… that’s something different entirely.”
“So, you would do it?” Justin raised his brow.
“If she knew it meant nothing and I was only going through the motions to keep the account… maybe,” Brian hesitated. “I’m not sure.” He paused again, as if thinking at the same time as speaking loud. “It isn’t as if I haven’t done things I’m not proud of in the name of business… I have, but this,” he paused again. “It could be a small price to pay for getting what I want,” he paused again. “But, it might be like selling my soul.” Brian’s voice trailed away and he sat in silence. Suddenly he realized he was allowing Justin to see beyond his protective wall and wondered why. He regained his composure quickly and his eyes sparkled wickedly. “If she only wanted me to fuck you and just wanted to watch, now that would be a no-brainer,” he laughed.
“Why is that?” Justin asked.
“I like fucking you,” Brian chuckled. “I have an idea. Why don’t I tie you to this bed anyway and make you my personal slave,” he laughed again. “Would you like that? We could send her an invitation… kinda shift her focus, so to speak.”
“That would depend if you were actually looking for a slave or just a way of shifting her focus?” Justin smiled seductively.
“Both sound intriguing,” Brian grinned wickedly. “Have you ever been with a woman before?” He asked.
“Once… but it wasn’t for me though.” Justin shrugged.
Brian was surprised, but didn’t allow it to show. He wasn’t even sure why he’d asked the question. He rarely made a habit of asking questions. Generally, he was never interested in the answers enough to ask, but with Justin, he was curious. “How old are you anyway?”
Justin debated whether to answer. “Old enough to know better, but too young to resist,” he smiled provocatively.
“Good,” Brian grinned. A part of him was relieved Justin wasn’t too young and as he took his companion in his arms. A bigger part was pleased Justin had no intentions of resisting.
********
When Justin woke, he pleasantly ached all over. He didn’t care though... he felt wonderful. Brian was an accomplished lover and there was not a doubt in his mind, Brian was the one. Justin wondered why Brian hadn’t gone downstairs to the bar last night. The first night he’d visited the club, Brian had gone of an unprecedented fucking rampage. Why hadn’t he done that again? He could have. Daph had given him the night off and Justin knew first hand Brian was a very sexual man. Instead of repeating his first visit to the club, Brian had contacted the front desk early on… looking for him.
Justin wondered if it was possible Brian was feeling the same way he was. Brian had been so gentle with him… so tender. Admittedly, Brian still thought he was inexperienced and was treating him accordingly, but it was nice to be handled gently. Not only was Brian hot, but unlike his former relationships, right from the beginning Brian had been honest with him. Honest about wanting to be a success, honest about wanting to make partner at his firm, honest with Daph that he wouldn’t enjoy having sex with her… Justin smiled. Most guys had hidden agendas, especially when they found out who he was. From what he’d seen so far, Brian wouldn’t be like that… he was proud of his independence, liked to make things happen himself and was scrupulously honest about his motives… an open book… nothing like Jeremy, who by far had been the worst of his past choices.
Jeremy Lyons was handsome, successful and from the moment Justin had laid eyes on the man, he was in love. Jeremy was the property developer Daph had sourced to find potential European locations. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other and for the first three months, his head had been so full of Jeremy that he’d been oblivious to everything around him… including the small problem that Jeremy was blatantly fleecing Ambrosia with outrageous fees and charges. While he was so happily in love with Jeremy, Jeremy was in lust with his money and had designs on getting a whole lot more than he was entitled to. Jeremy didn’t count on Daphne being so hands on and catching on to him so quickly. Jeremy had been positive he could keep Justin blissfully occupied and with the benefit of hindsight, Justin knew he almost was. He’d been such an idiot back then. So much so, that he hadn’t allowed himself to get involved with anyone for a long time. Now there was Brian. Justin hoped he was wiser now… more on the ball… hopefully. Daphne seemed to like Brian too and she was usually a tough sell. The pain he’d experienced when Jeremy betrayed him was overwhelming. It had made him doubt his judgment… which in Jeremy’s case had been non-existent. The silliest thing about the whole situation was that all Jeremy had to do was ask and Justin would have given him the world. He didn’t have to cheat Ambrosia to get it. Justin knew he’d been a fool and wasn’t sure he could go through that again.
Justin prayed with Brian he wouldn’t have to. Why did he always choose men who would hurt him? No, Brian wasn’t like Jeremy… he wasn’t. Justin sighed. No, Brian didn’t even want any relationship of any kind. Shit. He was disturbed from his thoughts when Brian pulled him closer.
“Mmmm, morning,” Brian moaned softly.
“Hey,” Justin replied.
Brian could immediately feel the chill and asked. “What’s up?”
“I was just thinking about work,” Justin sighed.
“Should you be somewhere else?”
“Not yet, but I’m supposed to start at eight. What do you have planned for today?”
“I have a breakfast meeting with Daphne at eight, but it’s only seven so if you wanted to, we could….” Brian held Justin tightly and kissed his neck over and over until he felt his companion relax into his ministrations. Tricking with Justin was better than he’d expected. For someone who was inexperienced, Justin was a natural. Although Brian usually operated on the basis of one fuck and then on to the next, he was stuck at Ambrosia for a week and because he was trying to be as professional as possible, without Justin to trick with, it would be a very dry time indeed. A relationship with only his hand for a week wasn’t Brian’s first choice… So spending time with Justin was a better alternative. Justin was attending to his needs and in exchange Brian was giving the kid valuable life experience. They had symbiosis… at least for this week.
Brian lay panting for breath. Fuck Justin was getting good at making him lose it completely. “Will you be around later?”
“What do you have in mind?” Justin grinned.
Brian sat up. “I’m not sure what Daphne has planned for me yet.”
Justin laughed. “If she does make you fuck her, can I watch?”
Brian frowned. “Not likely,” he grumbled. She’d definitely looked flustered last night when he’d started to undress and after what Justin had told him he was almost positive she was just teasing the fuck out of him. The way she’d reacted wasn’t the way a woman who was lusting after him would react. Daphne looked like she wanted to escape. Brian was almost positive he was safe from her advances. “Maybe you should offer to take my place… after all, you’re the one with experience,” Brian teased.
“An experience I have no desire to revisit,” Justin scowled. “I’m sure who I am and I’m sure this is what I like.” He pushed Brian onto his back, slid down and swallowed his lover’s cock.
“Ohhhh yeah,” Brian groaned. “That’s it.”
*********
“Calm down, Josh,” Justin sighed. “I’ll be there the day after tomorrow and we’ll solve it together,” he frowned. “I know you warned me. I know Arnold can be difficult, but they were the only ones who… I know, I know, don’t worry, we’ll work it out.” Justin tried to calm the furious man on the other end of the phone. This was the fourth club Josh had overseen and the sheer magnitude of the project guaranteed there would always be problems, but Josh was even antsier about Arnold than usual this time and much to Justin’s disgust, after the last time, Josh had also warned him against using Arnold again. His company was small and they were always having cash flow problems. If their craftsmanship hadn’t been excellent, Justin would have stopped using them after the first club opened. Dealing with Arnold was never easy… particularly because they had become friends of sorts. They had a lot in common. They were both passionately committed to quality, but where Justin was even- tempered and good natured, Arnold was as temperamental as the worst spoiled artist… and he had no sense of time or understanding of what a deadline was. As thrilled as Arnold was to win the Ambrosia chain as a client, even the first order was late… holding up the opening by three weeks or was it four? The subsequent orders ran later and later. Justin flopped back into his chair. They couldn’t wait sixteen weeks this time. “I know Josh, I know. I’ll see what I can find out.” Justin put down the phone. “Fuck,” he mumbled as he poured himself a drink.
An hour later, a smiling Daphne came around the corner, but when she saw Justin drinking at two in the afternoon, she frowned. “Isn’t it a little early?” She asked sternly.
“We can only open in New Orleans on time if we do it without faucets or we can delay the opening by sixteen weeks… eighteen if you count the time it will take to fit it.” Justin lifted his glass. “This was tha best idea I could come up wif.” He lifted his glass higher in a toast. “In fact,” Justin slurred and raised his brow. “A few dozen sounded good.”
“What’s the problem?”
“Dunno. Arnold won’t return my calls, but Josh got an email,” Justin shrugged.
“What did it say?” Daphne asked with interest and sat on the edge of his desk. Arnold was a jerk who had purposely be-friended Justin to take advantage of him… he was an asshole.
“Something about commitment to quality and he was sure we would rather be patient than accept anything other than the best. The usual bull.” Justin raised his glass to his lips and then emptied it in two gulps. He immediately poured another. “Bottoms up.”
“How many of those have you had?” Daphne frowned.
“Not nearly enough. Eighteen weeks…. fuck,” Justin sighed.
Daphne didn’t reply. She’d always thought Arnold was whacked, but Justin liked his work and they had a connection. Justin was a good businessman… except when it came to dealing with his friends. He was just too soft once he liked someone and it wasn’t up to her to rain on Justin’s parade. Ambrosia was his company.
“I know issall my fault," Justi slurred. "He always fucks us around and I alwayssss let him.”
“So don’t.”
“He won’t return my calls,” Justin wailed.
Daphne laughed. “Is this something you want to solve yourself or do you mind if I interfere?” She asked cautiously.
“If ya think ya can do something,” Justin sighed. “Eighteen weeks, Daph… fuck.”
Daphne thought for a moment. “Did you use the standard supplier’s contract?” She hoped Justin had at least followed the protocols she’d set when they first established Ambrosia… and insisted Arnold sign a supply contract.
Justin nodded.
She spun his screen around to face her and after reading for a few minutes, Daphne grinned. She began to type.
Arnold,
Josh has informed me of the situation and we appreciate the heads up. Although I’m sure the delay is unavoidable, you must realize the financial losses Ambrosia will sustain, resulting from delays at your end will be considerable. As the accommodations are all pre-sold, we estimate delaying settlement by the period of time you have suggested will constitute a loss to Ambrosia in the vicinity of $3.6M in interest alone.
As far as estimates of our losses from the club’s perspective, I am at this time still awaiting those figures. As soon as they are available, it will be possible for a final compensation figure to be calculated.
As our contract specifies, we will be expecting your check for the full amount within two weeks after the agreed delivery date has passed.
Regards
Daphne Chaunders
Daphne spun the computer around to face Justin. “What do you think?” As she watched him read her email to Arnold, Justin grew pale.
“We can’t,” he stammered.
Daphne raised her brow. “You may not be able to, but I can. That petulant jerk has been fucking us over for the last four years. He may have the best product around, but we have a contract that says he’ll deliver on the eleventh of next month… not four months after that, and if he doesn’t, it’s gonna cost him. Better him than you, Jus. You’ve been absorbing losses for his fucking around ever since he started supplying us. We want that order and we want it on time. You stay out of it… leave it to me,” she growled.
“But Daph,” Justin slurred.
“Did he ever give you a reason why he was late when we were doing this site?”
“Arnold neva explains anyfink,” Justin sighed.
“Well I made some enquiries,” she growled. “That fucking jerk went skiing for four weeks while the idiots who work for him fucked up our delivery. This time he can stay at work and supervise our order,” Daphne roared. “We can’t let him get away with it again, Jus. You’re too soft,” her voice softened. “Now more importantly,” she smiled and pressed ‘send’. “How is everything going with Brian?” Changing the subject to something Justin wanted would hopefully get his mind off what she’d just done.
“I like him, Daph,” Justin grinned. Even though when it came to the crunch he could never take Arnold’s money, a part of him was relieved Daphne would now handle Arnold. He certainly wasn’t getting anywhere with the problem.
“I had breakfast with Brian this morning and we talked about his ideas for the campaign,” she smiled. “He’s an arrogant ass,” she laughed. “But every bit as talented as my research suggested.”
“Did ya hit on him again?” Justin asked wickedly.
“I told you I was over that. He’s more your type,” she laughed again.
“Did ya tell him you weren’t inerested in him any more?” Justin sing- songed.
“Why would I tell him that? It will keep him on his toes,” she giggled. “He’s back in his suite now.”
“Can’t” Justin laughed. “Got people till eight.”
“No time for afternoon delight?”
“Had my break time wif you ‘n’ Jack,” Justin raised his brow and nodded at the half empty bottle of Jack Daniels on his desk. “I want him to chase me, Daph. I want him to want me.”
“By the way you’re slurring, mister, I’m gonna suggest I take some, if not all of your meetings and you get some sleep,” she frowned. Daphne reached for his diary and checked his appointments. Everything except the engineer’s meeting, she could handle. She jumped off his desk and with difficulty, pulled her flaccid friend out of his chair and towards the elevator. “Let’s take a little nap, Jus.”
“You tired too?” Justin replied sleepily and rested his head on her shoulder.
Daphne nodded. “Very… we should rest now.” When there was no answer, she realized he was already asleep. Damn. Daph reached for her cell and began to dial Joseph, but stopped. Couldn’t hurt, she thought. She dialed Brian’s cell instead. “Hey, could I ask a favor?”
Brian smiled. He was pleased with the way they were getting along. She hadn’t groped him once. “Sure.”
“Could you meet me at the elevator? A friend had too much at lunch and he’s fallen asleep on my shoulder. Could you help me get him to my room?”
Brian wondered why she was asking for his help. Daphne had a day staff of in excess of thirty people she could call on. Was she trying to make him jealous with this guy? Was it all about to start again? He didn’t bother to put his shoes on and hurried to the elevator. When he saw it was Justin, he was confused. “What happened?”
“He needs a nap for a few hours,” she smiled. “