Chapter 5 If looks could Kill
Darian:
The brick and steel building bustled with lively chatter as the valet accepted the keys to Damon’s Audi R8. Glancing back over the Dallas skyline of glittering glass and steel structures as the cool, dry air swept over my hot flesh.
“Yo, Damon. Darian.” Ritz fist bumped us in passing, scowling at the line of eager clubbers protesting our entrance. The heavy bass vibrated out in waves of invisible energy, slithering through the darkened corridor of the private club entrance. Waving the hostess off as Damon beelined for the hidden entrance at the back of the club, scanning over the crowded structure swathed in flashing strobes and synchronized LED lights.
“I fucking hate clubs.” Grumbling more to myself in passing, gracefully shoving past the horde of drunken bystanders as Damon knocked on the black steel door equipped with a sliding panel.
“Password?” The gruff voice growled through the small rectangular opening with cold, piercing brown eyes. Examining our 6’4” muscular frames dressed in black slacks, matching button-ups, black wingtips, and styled silvery-black locks. Growling lowly at the sickening aroma of alcohol-induced arousal flooding my nostrils.
“Dream a little dream.” Damon recited the phrase with smooth ease. The heavy metal clank of the deadbolt and slide panel slamming shut echoed out simultaneously, glancing over our shoulders quickly before stepping past the burly bouncer dressed in black.
“Fucking brainless gorilla chump.” Duke snarled from the shadows.
“Blue is at the bar.” The bouncer’s gruff voice repeated the words spoken through his earpiece as the overhead lighting draped his burly frame and stony expression in a blanket of red light.
The speakeasy-style club was mildly busy for a Friday night, but the atmosphere was day and night in comparison to the main club. The oak bar danced gracefully with the warm lighting across the mirrored glass shelving. Highlighting the various bottles of liquor, creating a warm and inviting appearance in contrast to the dark wood tables placed throughout the main club. The complementing deep red and black leather furniture positioned for optimal viewing around the custom stage.
“Well, if it isn’t the Double D brothers.” Rolling our eyes at the ridiculous nickname, all because our names happened to be Damon and Darian, the infamous Blackstar twins.
“I’ll fucking shoot whoever came up with that nickname.” Damon snarled in our link, keeping his features neutral, silently greeting Blue with a firm handshake.
“Blue.” Shaking his outstretched hand firmly, scanning over his royal blue suit with white pinstriping accentuating the blood-red button-up and matching fedora hiding his dark auburn locks. The rich hue of blue drew the focus to his well-groomed beard, sharp jawline, straight nose, piercing grayish-blue eyes, with that sickening sweet grin stretched across his pink lips.
“Easy, brother, it’s just a nickname.” Chuckling in our link.
“Whatcha havin’?” Blue asked lively, waving to the black-masked bartender dressed in black slacks, a white button-up with a black tie, and suspenders like an old-school speakeasy bartender.
“Two Old Fashions,” Damon ordered for us as the bartender nodded to our order, following Blue over to a corner booth tucked into the far-right side of the stage. The other patrons glanced at us quickly before returning their attention to the ladies on stage performing some kind of burlesque number. Sliding into the plush black leather bench as the waitress placed our drinks on the dark wood table, disappearing quickly.
“What do you have for us?” Cutting to the point. Damon tilted a smirk in my direction, his dark green eyes scanning over the half-dressed women shaking and shimmying on the stage in a sensual tease to the senses.
“Tacky.” Duke’s less-than-amused grumble had me scoffing back a laugh.
“Relax, Darian. Enjoy the night, let loose, because great things come to those who are patient.” Snarling at Blue’s bright smile, feeling Duke pacing wildly in the back of my mind.
“I’ll give him a let loose,” Duke growled angrily from the shadows. Blue’s smile faltered for a split second before stretching further up into his ears, excusing himself with a strange wave of excitement.
Following his hasty stride towards a woman sauntering into the club, dressed in a black knit and leather suit hugging snuggly against thick curves with zippers down the pant legs and jacket. Her luscious black locks twisted up into a secretary’s bun and pouty deep red lips. The changing house lights played tricks on the senses as her striking blue eyes swept over the bustling club, snapping her attention back to Blue in a death glare.
“If looks could kill.” Damon chuckled brightly behind his raised drink, pointing in the same direction as Blue and the mystery woman disappeared behind the bar into the hallway of private rooms.
“If his so-called ‘information’ turns out to be trash, he might just end up dead.” Leaning back into the plush leather, sipping my drink as my eyes roamed over the half-naked bodies of beautiful women strutting off stage to prepare for the next performance. Ignoring Damon’s eye roll, noticing commotion behind the stage curtains as animated hands flailed through the air with inaudible chatter.
“Trouble in paradise.” Duke laughed gruffly, focusing past the club chatter as Blue’s cheeky tone whisper-yelled at another velvety voice laughing dryly at his comments.
“Shay, please! Cara was set to perform, but now she’s ‘MIA’ and we have no one to headline tonight.” Blue’s cheeky tone pitched oddly mentioning this so-called ‘MIA’ situation, motioning to the stage in dramatic effect to emphasize the importance of the main show.
“Blue...” The warning laced in that velvety tone stirred something deep within my body, shifting enough to disguise my body’s reaction from Damon, noticing a strange expression painted over his normal impassive features.
“Please, Shay. We know you can handle this. You’re a fucking prodigy when it comes to ‘seduction’. One song, that’s all I’m asking.” Another male spoke calmly like a fatherly figure encouraging their child.
“You owe me. Both of you.” Smiling at the sharpness of her words against a rejoicing chorus of laughs and ‘yeses’ echoing around a growling exhale of annoyance.
“Do you want to change clothes? Music? What about lighting?” Blue’s overly excited tone intrigued my curiosity.
“Fuck that ‘Diamonds are Girl’s Best Friend’ bullshit. Give me ‘Desire’ by Meg Myers, change the red brothel lights to purple and blue on the stage with mild smoke. Houselights black with slow-fading floor lights. Change the LED backdrop to smoky rotating gears in a gray wash.” Surprised at the artistic ability to create a seductive atmosphere in a split second as the house lights cut out on cue, smirking with Duke as the smoke machines hissed out clouds of wispy fog.
Perking an amused brow at my brother’s confused expression as Blue stepped out from behind the stage wall, smiling brightly against the spotlight as someone reached out a microphone, passing it off to a radiant Blue.
“Welcome to Club Zodiac! Where fantasies are fueled, desires fed, and lustful exploration highly encouraged, with enough alcohol to piss off a rabid animal or two.” Blue paused with the humorous laughter and whistling from the audience as the waitresses and bartenders rushed to fill drink orders before the show started. Nodding to the waitress placing two more drinks at our table before disappearing into the bustling club.
“Unfortunately, tonight’s diamonds were stolen by a sneaky cat-burglar, but don’t fret, your desires will be ignited into wildfires of sexual yearning with a special showing from our very own prodigy of seduction. Miss Shay!” Chuckling at Blue’s animated display of grandeur sliding behind the stage wall with the spotlight cutting out. A silky silhouette walking out onto the stage, straddling the chair placed on stage center.
“I’m liking this already.” Damon leaned back with his deep green eyes reflecting the dancing lights with a haunting hue of red. The opening beats echoed out across the silent club, frozen in time as the curvy figure swayed side to side, releasing her long black locks with a smooth hand.
Captivated by this creature as her body seduced us into a mind-blowing explosion of euphoric sensations, kicking the chair back with her metal spiked heel. Her fingers tracing down her long, toned legs, exposing the creamy flesh hidden beneath the black leather. Those silky black locks snapping through the air as her body swayed and stalked across the stage, licking my parched lips as her fingers pulled the jacket zipper open revealing a sexy black and silver bralette.
Drunk on visual stimulation as her jacket slipped away, exposing her plump breasts of silky cream flesh tucked tightly into that sexy little bralette, strutting across the stage behind our booth on a catwalk. Turning enough with Damon to assist this breathtaking woman as she stepped down between us, using the leather booth seat as a step, shivering under the electrical charges exploding through my body as her fingers slipped from my trembling hand.
Blindsided by jealousy watching her half-naked form weaving through the crowd, peeling the knitted leather from her gorgeous body as those striking blue eyes zeroed in on us. Gulping down the lump of sticky air stuck in my throat, sinking back into the booth as her spiked heel pressed the cushion between my thighs, running her finger down her glistening chest.
“You’re gorgeous.” The words whispered aggressively over my lips, causing those red-painted lips to tilt up into a sexy smirk, sucking in her spicy-sweet scent as she swayed over Damon huddled tightly to my side. Both of us were lost in the realm of over-stimulated fantasyland.
“Thank you.” Her velvety voice shredded the final thread of sanity, gripping the leather seat as her curvy frame disappeared behind us into a black hallway with the final beats of music.
Staring at Damon’s stunned face as the house lights came back to life, draping us in a warm blanket of magenta and purple. Reaching for our drinks in silence as Blue skipped lightly toward us with a Cheshire grin larger than life.
