Page 47 of The Magic of Betrayal
"I am Master Rupert, owner of this fine establishment, breaker of hearts, and dance guru." He held his arms out wide magnanimously, his draping purple velvet robe only adding to the effect. Yeah, he literally had a plush cape tied around his neck, the guy had a serious thing for purple velvet.
My eyes widened when I noticed the six inch heels he was sporting walking down the steps like a fucking runway model, fishnet stockings ran up his hairy legs and disappeared under a pair of leather shorts that did nothing to hide that monster cock he must've had to try and suck in to zip those fuckers.
"Rupe!" Saige shrieked and they met at the base of the stairs. He took her hand and spun her effortlessly before bringing her back and tugging her against his chest, her face lit up with amusement.
"Darling, it's been too long. Can't tell you how excited I was to get your call earlier. And who do we have here?" Rupert eyed me like I was a fire grilled hot dog that he wanted to squirt some condiments on and I flashed him a flirty smile that had him fanning his face theatrically.
"This is Fischer, he's my boyfriend," Saige blurted out and then looked worried at her label. We hadn't ever made this thing official, but she was gods damned right.I am her boyfriend, though the label actually felt lesser than what we were, to be honest. But if she wants to claim me publicly, I’ll take anything I can get.
I made my way over to them and offered my hand in greeting, but the big dude let out the deepest belly laugh I’ve ever heard and tugged the both of us against his huge body. Saige met my eyes and we both busted up laughing.
"Your handshakes are no good here, and with what we're about to be doing, this hug will seem like child's play. Now," he released us and clapped three times in quick succession, "follow me to The Ballroom." He turned and began ascending the stairs, and I shot a look at my girl.
"And what exactly are we about to be doing?" I questioned as we climbed the steps.
She just laughed and shook her head. "That will ruin the surprise."
"I suddenly see why Cam likes to spank your ass, sweetheart," I whispered and her pouty lips dropped open in shock that I would say something like that. There were a lot of things she needed to learn about me, and I was going to damn well teach her. For some reason, she thought I was this gentle guy, when in reality there was a monster that lurked beneath my skin, though she did seem to calm him.
Rupert pushed through the doors to The Ballroom, which had one of their staple neon signs above the doors.
"Holy Neptune," I breathed and Rupert cackled like an evil genius.
"What were you expecting when I said The Ballroom?"
My eyes were looking around the room so quickly my brain was having trouble processing what I was seeing, but one thing I knew without a doubt, this had to be the gay club level of the establishment.
There were rainbow crystal chandeliers above each table and when I got closer I snorted a laugh when I realized the crystals were actually dick shaped.Of course they are. Why would I expect anything different?
There was a main stage with poles and a back wall that had leather cuffs attached. Jesus.
“We have theme nights, the last one was Sexy Subs night and I was quite pleased with the amount of people who took advantage of the cuff wall.” Rupert grinned, watching me as I continued to look all around the room.
The barstools were high backed and, you guessed it, dick shaped. The floor tiles, intricate phallic shapes that looked almost hand painted. Wouldn’t surprise me, honestly. There were purple velvet couches and the front of the bar was tufted with the shit. What really had me choking was the ‘Cock Climbing Wall’ that was made up of erect cocks of all shapes and sizes that jutted out in different directions. This wall was circular and surrounded a small stage that had a pole in the middle with a huge bell at the top that I’m guessing you could only get to ring once you made it to the top of mount mushroom-heads.
“Don’t bother trying to figure out where all the dicks are in this room, Fischer. This is my penis paradise and people fucking love it!” He held his arms out wide and spun in a circle, his cape billowing out behind him.
"Over here, party people," Rupert directed, leading us to the dance floor.
Saige put her clutch down on the table and she was trembling with excitement.
"Tonight, I will be instructing the pair of you in the art of dancing." Rupert shimmied and I barked a laugh.
"Private dancing lessons?" I questioned Saige and she beamed at me.
"Do you like it? I thought it would be a great idea for a date since it's just one other person and hopefully it won't be too overwhelming for you?" I just stared at her. She chose this taking into consideration my inability to do a lot of public activities due to the emotional overload and I was just speechless. My mouth hung open and redness began snaking up her chest; she was nervous I wouldn't like this.
Stepping up against her, I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. I felt her smile as she kissed me and then we were both grinning, which made it hard to kiss properly. So, I relented and buried my face against her throat and whispered, "I fucking love dancing, sweetheart. And I love that you did this for me. Now, let me show you my moves."
Saige pulled back and gave me a stern look, "Mr. Bahri, have you been holding back on me?" Her whole face lit up and she looked positively radiant with her shiny red hair in big fat curls that I wanted to sink my hands into. She reminded me of a firefly. Vibrant and every so often, she’d flash those glimpses of pure light that made my chest ache.
"There's a lot of me that you haven't seen yet, Firefly." She blushed at the nickname, but it suited her well.
"Come on you two, the sexual tension is absolutely killing me, let that heat transfer to the dance floor," Rupert said dreamily, and when I chanced a look, he was sitting at a table with his hands folded under his chin with hearts in his damn eyes.
"So, what kind of dancing did you have in mind?" I questioned and both Saige and Rupert laughed with an evil edge, but that was fine, I was about to blow their fucking minds and then we'd see who was laughing.
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