“Why do you look hot with that on?” I asked.
“Because you have some interesting ideas about gender and blurring them, and that turns you on?” Marlow’s grin was bright and beautiful.
“That sounds like my cue.”
Aen slid in beside me, fucking radiant with her long hair pulled back into a French braid, a flirty little red dress on. I started to see Liam’s problem. It was skimpy, the shoestring straps displaying her creamy skin to perfection, draping across her bust. She was less cursed in this department, but I saw her hard little nipples poking through the silky fabric, and I knew just what they’d feel like if I took them into my mouth.
Hard little nubs I’d worry with my tongue until she was panting and her thighs fell open…
“Do we need to blot too because…”
I didn’t get the words out because she edged closer, groans from the guys coming all around the room.
But Duke’s was of irritation.
“Get your fucking minds in the game,” he said. “Fuck yourselves stupid when we get this done, or better yet, stay here and do just that.”
“We’re ready,” Liam said, drawing me back against him, Aen taking the other side. The idea was that he was my lord but she was my girlfriend, something we figured featured enough in the fevered sex dreams of straight guys to work.
“All right, we go in as planned. Mark’s your security. We talk to Jimmy, make it clear what we’re up for, and while you play a set, we’ll be making enquiries, getting the party started. We’ll see you in the VIP area after your set. The ladies stay together at all times. You go to the bathroom, the other is there watching. We’re walking into the fucking lion’s den, so no slip-ups. We’re looking to spread the red, get a continual supply we can take on tour and disseminate. You’ve got money.” Rey pulled his jacket aside and tapped the lump in his internal pocket. “Spend it. Lower their inhibitions. Rutherglen relies on greed, so let’s use that against them.”
Duke’s eyes swivelled around to Liam.
“You and your band, you’re there to get under Jimmy’s skin. Rutherglen has been putting about that you’ve flamed out and gone to rehab, so play it up. You’re going on an epic bender now you’re free again, relapsing like a bitch. He wants to be the one to enable that. Kira, I dunno if exhibitionism is your thing, but it is tonight. You’re a symbol of their fall, their drug fucked Yoko. Egg them on, make them wild.”
I swallowed, remembering that time I’d filmed them in their strange little room before Jen’s party, competing to see who could last the longest as the girl sucked them off. They must’ve been thinking something similar, as five pairs of hot eyes were on me.
“But not me. I’ll perform with Kira for you, but no one lays a finger on me but her,” Aen said with a firm voice.
“Watching is damn fine to me,” Jake said with a grin. “You two are so fucking—”
“Let’s go,” Duke cut in. “Save it for the club.”
So this was what it was like, being a rock star. No waiting in line outside the club with all its red neon lights and masses of well-dressed people, shivering in the cool. The doorman spied us like he was anticipating our arrival, waving us forward and past the velvet rope into the hell inside.
As we walked into the darkened area, I could see why Marlow had dressed us this way. Aen’s hand squeezed mine as girl after beautiful girl in sky high heels and revealing little dresses streamed past. To the bar, to the dancefloor, they clustered like butterflies, flaunting their gorgeous wings and getting people’s attention.
“Liam!” a man’s voice shouted.
“Time to play the game, Kira,” he said in a low tone, brushing his nose against my skin. I shivered obediently, half feigning desire, but the other half? It came all too willingly. That arm pulling me into his side, those fingers biting into my flesh, I knew exactly what they could do, having had night after night of dream sex with him. Enough to make me wonder what it would feel like for real.
“I didn’t know you were coming!”
Liam didn’t move away, take notice of the voice, his lips pressing against my skin, and when I didn’t shove him away, they trailed down my neck, forcing goosebumps to prickle all over my flesh. His fingers went to the strap of my dress, pulling it away when it got in his way, threatening to let it slip off the side and reveal—
“Mm…that’s hot.”
My eyes flicked open, seeing a wary eyed Aen watching the two of us, her thighs rubbing together as she approached me like she really was turned on by what she saw. Liam paused, looking over at my girlfriend from my shoulder.
“Is he turning you on, baby?” she breathed, plastering her body with mine, then tipping my chin up so my mouth was ready for kissing. She did so, maybe not feigning desire, giving a kittenish little moan as her lips parted and my tongue surged forward.
“Fuck, you two are gonna kill me,” Liam growled. He pulled away. “Jimmy, mate. Long time, no see.”
“The word is you lot were in rehab?”
I pulled away from Aen for a moment, her arms going around my neck, to see a brazen looking guy with a silvery shirt on and grey suit pants taking the lot of us in. A gold tooth glinted in what light there was when he smiled.
“And now we’re clean, we’re more than ready to get dirty again. You gonna show us a good time, Jim?
I pulled Aen’s lips back down on mine, kissing her hard and deep as the bar owner watched with heavily lidded eyes.
“Looks like you’re halfway there already. Yeah, I can help you out. You want the usual?”
“Pretty done with coke. Don’t like the way meth makes you look, and heroin just makes you sleepy. What else you got?”
“You gonna play?”
Liam looked down the line at the other Changelings.
“We can. Got some new songs, never been heard. Definitely no heroin then. I want something that makes me sharp, gets me off hard, makes the girls fucking gagging for it. Got any good quality E?”
“Got something better,” Jimmy said. “I’ll set you up in the VIP section and have my people bring it over.”
“What is it?”
“New line. They call it rage. Does everything you just described and more. Keep you hard for hours but still able to come. Can drain you, if you’re not careful. Gotta keep your fluids up, your body cool.”
“And how am I gonna manage that with these two lovelies?”
We simpered appropriately, then went back to kissing, slowly, sensuously. I heard the sound of Jake’s growl over the din of the PA system.
“Let them do all the work. They’ll be like delicious little dolls on this. Do whatever you want, whenever you want. Makes them docile, biddable, but explosive in the sack.”
Liam looked us over with a judicious eye. “Only way a woman should be.”
“It’ll cost ya though.”
Liam dislodged me, reaching inside his leather jacket and handing over a great wad of cash.
“Start me a tab using that, then come and ask me for more if needed.”
“Not a problem, Hartley. Let’s get you some drinks and a taste, then we can get you on stage.”