Page 45 of The Chemist

“Sounds like all you’ve been with have been boys. Real men are rough and hairy.”

Eyes locked on his, Diesel took a drink without saying a word.

Movement caught Zero’s eyes. The good doc and his meal for the night were on the move. Which way would they go?

They watched with fascination as both men walked toward the bathroom.

“See?” Diesel said in that confident tone of his.

Just as the boy was about to push the bathroom door open, the doc grabbed him by the hand and pulled him past the bathroom and down the hallway leading to the back alley.

“You may want to lube up your lips,” Zero said, standing up from the booth and making his way toward the back door.

Diesel sucked back the last of his beer and then followed.

Once they reached the back, Zero opened the door carefully and glanced around to make sure that the coast was clear.

“Stay close,” he whispered over his shoulder.

Zero slipped out of the bar with Diesel close behind. He glanced around the alley, wondering where their target had disappeared to.

Just when he was about to call Chase and let him know that they lost the doctor, he heard whispered moans.

Pressed up against the wall, hidden behind some discarded empty boxes and crates, were the doc and his horny male companion.

Zero pulled Diesel down a stairwell leading down to the back entrance for the restaurant next door. From there, they could keep an eye on them and make sure that nothing bad happened.

“Seems a little pervy sitting here in the dark watching them fuck,” Diesel noted, flipping over a crate and taking a seat next to the door.

Zero sat down on one of the steps and turned to face his mouthy partner. From here, he could at least hear the doc and his companion’s evening activities. He didn’t need to view them to know what was happening. It was easy to tell when a man was being murdered versus sucking a dick.

He hoped the man wasn’t going to be murdered. He wasn’t in the mood for dealing with blood and screams and death.

“So, what do we do now?” Diesel asked, picking some dirt off his shirt and flicking it away.

“Well, you do have an ass to eat.”

Diesel’s eyes shot up.

“What? Seriously? Now?”

Zero chuckled. “What? Stairwell sex is beneath you?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Diesel didn’t look insulted.

“Tell you what. I’ll give you a pass on the eating my ass portion of the deal if you answer me one question.”

“What’s that?” Diesel asked, looking mildly interested.

“What made you decide to go and work at the strip club?”

“It’s not a strip club.”

“Fine, the whorehouse.”

“It’s not a whorehouse,” Diesel responded, looking rather annoyed.

“Fine. The mansion.”

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