As we stride down the packed street, the crowd parts seamlessly before us and closes behind us. We attract attention, both good and bad. People are wary of three large men walking around like they own the place.
“I can do wings.” With Max on Medical Hold, due to his injuries, I’m acting commander of Alpha team. The whole team is in New Orleans, trying to dig up some kind of actionable information.
Wolfe rolls his eyes and groans. It’s all for effect.
He’s the strictest of the three of us when it comes to taking care of his body. Wolfe isn’t one to mix business and pleasure. That little bit of fun falls to Liam, the party guy of the group.
“Wings and beer sound great.” Liam struts beside me, showing off his physique to any woman who looks, and there are a lot of woman who take notice. “Add a little pussy into the mix and I’ll call it a good night.” He points to a seedy looking bar. “How about that?”
Three burly bouncers guard the entrance to a strip club. Two girls with dental floss thongs gyrate near the entrance, enticing anyone with a pulse to join them inside.
I consider it for half a second. A bit of a striptease, followed by a lap dance, would be enough to take the edge off, but this restlessness inside of me grows stronger as the evening wears on.
To be honest, I want more of a challenge. An easy lay, or vigorous lap dance, simply doesn’t cut it for me anymore. Besides, the idea of spending the rest of the night with jizz in my pants is unappealing at best.
“We’re not here for cheap hookers.” I march right past the strippers and continue on as if I actually have a destination in mind.
I don’t. I’m aimless and looking for…something.
Wish I knew what the fuck that was.
“Nothing wrong with a strip club,” Liam pouts. He trails behind us, rubbernecking the strip club, but then catches up when it’s clear I won’t be stopping. “We could stop for an hour…”
Liam is a looker. He’s got the Hollywood thing down pat; blond hair, blue-eyes, a smirk a mile wide. He’s the charmer of the group and never fails to fill his bed.
I’m his complete opposite, dark hair, dark eyes, more of a scowl instead of a smile. I’d like to think I’m easy on the eye, but girls flock to me because I’ve got the bad boy vibe down pat.
“You can deal with not getting laid one night.” I scan the way ahead, looking for something that will satisfy each of us.
“Says who?” Liam joins me in lockstep as we prowl down the crowded street.
“Says me.” I jab at him with my elbow, but Liam reads me before I can connect. He dances out of reach, avoiding me, while taking a look at the crowd.
We’re a triple threat, working as a team until we each have a girl draped over our ams. We’ve been in New Orleans for the better part of a week and we’ve all taken a different woman to bed each night.
A den of sin and loose women, this city is ripe for the plucking, and there are more than enough women intent on riding a stallion for the night to go around.
Too many.
Liam’s eager for pussy. In stark contrast, Wolfe’s steadfast beside me. More of a stalker, he scans the crowd for something suitable for his tastes. He likes his women wide-eyed and innocent, says it makes it that much more fun when he defiles them, ruining them for any man who comes after him.
I’d say it was all bravado, but I’ve seen the string of broken hearts Wolfe leaves behind. The man has a magic dick.
As for me, New Orleans suits my tastes just fine. I like my sex nameless and guilt free. Two consenting adults scratching a mutual itch, with no strings, no connections, and no bother once the sun comes up.
No names exchanged.
No mess to deal with later. I fuck and then I walk away.
Relationships are messy and I don’t need that kind of complicated shit in my life.
The problem with Liam is there’s no time to take a woman back to the house we’ve rented for the duration. After a quick romp in the sheets, most chicks turn bitchy when they get the heave ho’ at two in the morning. Liam never lets his women spend the whole night. As soon as he’s done, he sets them free.
I get it, but it’s not safe for a woman to be walking on the streets at two in the morning. It’s also not safe going to a stranger’s house either.
Double standards much?
With Max out of action, I’ve had to step up and take on the lead. The guys look to me to adhere to the rules and keep everyone in line.
They’re testing me too, looking to see what they can get away with in Max’s absence. I don’t like Alpha team being a man down, but for this kind of reconnaissance work, we don’t need the whole team.
We pass by a crowded bar. The balcony overflows with a boisterous crowd. Young women eye us.
The girls call out and we stop for a moment to admire the goods. Wolfe sniffs the air while Liam raises his hand. Dangling from his fingers are over a dozen strands of beads.
The girls need no more prompting than that. Liam doesn’t even need to ask. Before I know it, half a dozen or so girls flash their tits at us while they shout into the air.
“Come up here!”
“Party!”
“I’ll show you a good time.”
No doubt they would at that, but Wolfe’s not interested. He moves on and I follow. Liam lingers for a moment to toss beads into the air, rewarding the girls for their little show.
I kind of regret walking away. The only good thing about this assignment are the easy lays. There hasn’t been a single night we haven’t scored it big. Whether it’s hot and sweaty sex in the bathroom of a bar, or hot and sweaty sex twisting the sheets in rental, none of us lack for female companionship.
Honestly, it’s too easy. Boring comes to mind.
Not that I mind getting blown in the back of a bar, or fucking some nameless chick in a sketchy bathroom. I do draw the line at doing it in an alley. In New Orleans, that’s just asking for trouble.
I have to say it gets tiresome and feels like cheating when women drop their panties with a suggestive crook of my finger, or one flagrant wink.
What I wouldn’t give for a bit of a challenge.
Music pours into the streets as local bars fill with eager patrons. Beads crunch underfoot, discarded after being tossed from the balconies overhead. The stifling heat of the day recedes as cooler nighttime temperatures roll in, but that does nothing to quench the smell of stale beer filling the air.
Liam calls out to more chicks partying on the balconies, urging them to flash their tits. It surprises me how many take him up on the offer, especially when he’s out of beads.
But that’s Liam.
Women turn stupid around him.
We stop to watch a street performers perform amazing acrobatics and drop cash in till.
An itching between my shoulder blades draws me up short. Liam and Wolfe take a step before coming to a stop. Second time this night my spidy-senses have gone off.
“What’s up?” Wolfe scans the crowd, looking for the threat.
“Not sure.” I glance around, wondering why it feels like I’ve got eyes on me.
There’s no way three men of our stature, walking together, don’t draw nearly every eye. But there’s curiosity and then there’s attention.
Somebody watches us and I want to know why.
“Hey, how about that?” Wolfe stops in his tracks and points to a bar hopping with activity.