Page 2 of Disco Fever

Kat wrapped my arm around her shoulders, her purple bedazzled devil mask sparkling beneath the pastel lights as we walked to the bathroom door and unlocked it.

As soon as the lock clicked, the door was pushed open by the club’s bouncer, Robert. “Goddamn devils! You two get the fuck out of here. No more funny business! I’m not in the mood tonight.” Kat grabbed my hand, now covered in faintly smeared blood, lifted her mask just enough to reveal her plump lips andonce more licked it clean in front of Robert’s face before pulling her mask back down over her face.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear those words fall from your mouth,” she spat as she tilted her head. Together, we forcefully shoved past Robert. “Don’t be such a putz, Bobby!” Kat called back over her shoulder to him. She fondled her way around my back pocket and reached for my wallet, sliding her fingers within it. She grabbed what looked like at least a few hundreds and tossed them at Robert with no care in the world. “There! That should be more than plenty to cover that nasty old mirror. And better yet—” she chucked a couple more large bills at him, “fix that leaking fuckin’ faucet too. It’s a real buzz kill.” Kat returned my wallet. I couldn’t see her light brown eyes hidden under her mask, but I knew they were sparkling, enjoying her power. Just as I was, my own smile beaming beneath my matching, bedazzled blue devil mask.

This shouldn’t be so fucking hot. But it fucking is.

Robert grunted, snatching the bills as he huffed and puffed. “You damn devils. If you didn’t protect this place, why I—” He continued to rant to himself as we laughed at his steaming temper, knowing damn well he was just in a bad mood. Our protection made him money and protected his investments. Without us, he was nothing. “And stop calling me Bobby!” Robert yelled back at us as we had gotten a comfortable distance away from him. Clearly, he didn’t want to say it directly to Kat, knowing she’d put him on his ass. Easily and happily, and I loved that even more.

Kat and I casually made our way to our usual table in the lively club. We had our spot, one that we preferred. Everyone knew that spot was reserved for us and even gave it a fun little nickname: The Devil’s Corner. It was a two top tucked back in a shaded corner of the club where we had a clear view of every entry and exit point. It had its advantage too, giving us a clearshot to watch the dancers. Kat and I wanted to ensure we could see everything at all times… for business. We had to be aware of our surroundings in case people came looking for us and we had to be ready. Most of the time, the people who visited our little corner needed something—something we had to offer for a pretty price and in a wide variety. Eden’s Inferno, while under our protection, allowed us to do our business out in the open, away from prying eyes. We dealt to any and everyone, as long as we knew they wouldn’t cause too much trouble. Regardless, trouble always seemed to follow us. Everyone had enemies. And Kat and I, doing what we did, we had enemies too. Plenty.

As we situated ourselves at the table, I noticed a server heading our way on roller skates. The servers at Eden’s Inferno were always easy to spot. They rocked matching uniforms of sheer cropped bell sleeve tops and booty shorts of varying colors, painted in glitter that sparkled under the moody lighting. Always such beautiful women the owners loved to parade around for customers to see. An old tactic to get easily influenced men to spend their money until their wallets were emptied and dry. The servers all skated around the club on quad skates, tending to all the customers, wearing little to nothing yet always flaunting a seductive and entrancing smile. I had such mad respect for the women who worked here. Fuck, I couldn’t dance on stage like they did, let alone skate and carry trays filled with drinks, all while looking so damn good… not without dropping something or busting my ass. It pissed me off the owners didn’t pay them more. They deserved it.

The bright eyed redhead server gracefully rolled her way over to us, stopping perfectly just short of the table. “Hey there, what can I get ya?” She spoke directly to me, paying Kat no attention as usual.

I hated when anyone did this, and Kat did too. She always said she felt like people automatically assumed she could neverbe the one to pay, or be interested in any of the women here, feeling ignored or brushed aside opposed to me. If that’s the case, they were sorely mistaken. Kat was the one in charge, not me. And she was always far more interested in the woman. More than I ever was.

I looked over to Kat, raising a brow and expecting a smart ass remark, but she was preoccupied, pretending to pick at the cuticles of her nails. I simply chuckled to myself and spoke to her. “Your usual, Kitty Kat?” She nodded, refusing to take her eyes off her long, dark nails. I shook my head and turned back to the server, silently reading her name tag pinned on the thin fabric pressed against her bulging breasts. “Hi, Lana. My boss will have a Tequila Sunrise and I’ll take a Tom Collins.”

“Groovy! I’ll have it right over,” Lana replied with a wink before she skated off towards the main bar.

“I fucking hate when they do that. It’s like—because I don’t have a dick, I don’t even exist! Hell, I spend more fucking money here than you do most nights.” Kat huffed as she crossed her arms. I couldn’t help but notice the swell of her breasts with how she was sitting, pushing them together like she was as she pouted. Whether she knew she was doing it or not, I didn’t know, but I fucking liked it.

“I know, Kitten.” I reached my hand under the table and sat my hand high on her leg. Her smooth leather pants left nothing to the imagination for my eyes or my hands. I ran small circles on her upper thighs, trying to soothe her just like she did for me back in the bathroom. Our relationship wasn’t traditional in the sense. It was a give and take. We balanced each other out perfectly. Fuck, more than perfectly. She kept me level-headed, for the most part, and I did the same for her. We had been equal partners for so long, fitting together in a way that nothing could break us. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in life or in business.

Kat turned to look at me, flicking her eyebrow as my hand wandered a little too far up her thigh. “How’s your hand?” she asked teasingly, before pulling it close to her masked covered face. She peered at it more closely.

“I think it’s alright,” I said. My eyes watched her closely through our masks as she manipulated each of my fingers individually, examining the small cuts from the mirror with a raw intensity. I wasn’t really sure how she could even see the details, mask or no mask. Our corner of the club was so dark, despite the many colored strobe lights. It was hard enough to see anything without our masks, let alone with them, but I wasn’t going to complain. I loved the way she always cared for me.

“Thankfully, it doesn’t look too bad. I’ll be able to clean it up when we are home. Are you sure that you’re okay? Fuck your hand—I meanyou.” She ended her sentence cupping the bit of my cheek that still poked out from the side of my mask. I leaned into her touch, craving her warmth. It had been a while since I snapped like that, but thankfully, Kat always grounded me.

I turned my head and grabbed her hand from my face, lifting my mask a bit as I kissed the back of her warm hand. “I’ll be okay, Kitten. All thanks to you.”

A few minutes later, Lana came back with our drinks, smiling at me and once again ignoring Kat. I really expected her to say something, but she didn’t. Once Lana skated away, I looked over at Kat and noticed she wasn’t paying attention to Lana or our drinks. No, her eyes were preoccupied elsewhere. Even with that bedazzled purple mask, I could follow her gaze. Her eyes were glued across the way, on the bar on the opposite side of the energized club.

I leaned over to Kat so that our eyes were at the same level and looking in the same direction. “What are we looking at, Kitty Kat? Or should I ask,whoare we looking at?” I scanned the club, searching for what—or better, who—might have caught her eye.

My relationship with Kat was undefinable. We loved each other endlessly, partners in all aspects of our lives, but we were also very open to a third, or forth… hell, even a fifth party joining in from time to time if the situation called for it. Whatever fit our combined tastes in those rare moments. But that’s all it ever was. A situation. It was never more than that. One and done.

“You see that blonde there, at the bar?” She whispered to me, pointing with her long nail. The lights in the club shifted a bit, a rainbow of color now lighting up the space, revealing the many faces of the club’s occupants, including the mystery blonde woman. She smiled at the customers, teasing and taunting them. They begged for more as she began to walk away from the bar and in our general direction, revealing more of herself to us. I simply stared alongside Kat, watching the woman with such intensity. She was beautiful, a gorgeous face with dark blue bedroom eyes and pouty lips that complemented her features perfectly. She had an obviously curvy physique that was hidden under a thin, pink satin robe. Her long, bright blonde hair was now the center of my attention as I silently nodded my head. We were close enough I knew Kat could feel my answer without needing the verbal confirmation. With hushed tones, Kat leaned in closer and continued to speak as we watched the woman. “She’s a dancer here. I’ve seen her a couple of times, watching how she interacts with everyone. She’s not like the other girls we see stumble in and out of Eden’s Inferno, and honestly—” She stops speaking as the woman strolled through the busy customers, inching closer in our direction. I turned my head and looked over at Kat. She was obviously transfixed, just staring at the mystery blonde as she played with the straw in her drink.

“Kitty Kat, are you crushing on that blonde fox?” I smiled beneath my mask, looking directly at Kat. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw her so smitten by another woman, that craving to know more dripping from her body as I watched herclosely. As beautiful as the blonde was, seeing Kat so obviously mesmerized by this woman, so enticed, was a sight to behold.

Kat broke her stare and glanced up at me as she tilted her mask. “Yeah, Dante. I definitely am. And I want her.Bad.” Kat turned her attention back to the woman as she continued walking.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her either.

If Kat wants her, then I want her too.

DOT

“Don’t you dare play games with me, Patty! It’s not funny.”

“I swear, Dottie! Those Disco Devils were just looking over here, and I can promise you they weren’t looking atthisold broad.” She stepped back and threw her arms up in a show, dramatically showcasing her body. I had to stop myself from giggling, even if she meant it as a playful gesture. Patty had quickly become my best friend here at Eden’s Inferno. She took me under her wing, showed me the ropes, and watched out for me, quickly becoming the older sister I never knew I needed. She was one of the original dancers who had been dancing at Eden’s Inferno since they first opened, eventually shifting to bartending over the years. Now, she was in charge of the bar and had almost as much power as the owner. Almost. But she and I clicked from my very first day, and she was determined to keep me on a straight path. I think it was the mom in her, but I didn’t care. I adored her all the same.

“Patty, shut up!” I ordered myself a Pink Lady from the working bartender. He glanced at Patty, who nodded to him, letting him know it was okay. She huffed at my words. “You're notold. You’re like… fine wine. Beautifully aged and only getting better over time.” The bartender winked as he handed me thepink drink. I raised the single cherry to my mouth, sucking it before taking the stem and tying it with my teeth. He watched, completely entranced, as I extended my tongue revealing the tied stem, winking as I tossed it at him and turned, raising my drink to Patty. “To my fine friend, Patty!” She crossed her arms as I took a sip, trying not to spit my drink out at the face she made.

“Fine, my ass.” Patty leaned close against the bar on the opposite side of me. “I mean it, Dottie. Those two couldn’t keep their eyes off you. Masks or no masks, I know when someone is watching. And baby girl, they weren’t just eyeing you. They werewatchingyou.” My eyes watched her closely, tempted to look past her in their direction. “And I bet they’re still watching you.” She grinned.

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