Fiction Friday, Part 2

Club Fantasy, Chapter Five


Robin watched as the bosses made their way out the back, trying to make it look casual. Robin could tell, though, that they were anything but casual.

He knew a lot of things about the bosses. That they were lovers was right at the top of that list. He'd always thought so, just from the way they looked at each other when they thought no one was looking, but then he'd walked in on them one day, Michael straddling Seth, his tongue down Seth's throat, Seth's cock up Michael's ass. There'd been something else there as well. Something about Michael that he'd seen, almost out of the corner of his eye, and then it had been gone. He'd never seen it again, and it tickled at his mind, but he could never quite catch it head on, no matter how often he closed his eyes and relived that moment. Which, considering how often the image of the two of them started out his one-handed fantasies...

Donny, the newest waiter, a sweet little thing with short dark curls and a ready smile, called his name and Robin shook himself out of his reverie. He checked his watch as he poured Donny's drinks. "Five minutes to last call." It looked like he'd be closing tonight while the bosses... His prick perked and he let the thought fade as he started wiping down the bar.

Folks started pairing up as soon as they rang the last call bell. It was always fun to watch, to see who went home with who and who went home alone. Club Fantasy attracted all sorts and Robin always played matchmaker in his head. Sometimes he got it right, sometimes he got it wrong, although the longer he worked here, the better he got at the game. Others went all-in on last gasp bets, eager to end the night on a high note. The players tended to go home with someone on their arm if they won big, or if they'd come in with someone to start with.

Robin poured the last drink of the night, and started closing down the bar. The routine was familiar, comfortable, and Robin could do it in his sleep. Which was a good thing because he was back to remembering that moment he'd walked in on. There was just something about the bosses...

Well, okay, he knew what it was. He'd had the hots for both of them at one time or another -- Michael with his lanky height and his sarcastic humor and Seth's dark good looks. Even the strange bumps on Seth's head were sexy. Ever since Robin had first seen them, he'd wondered if they were deformities or man-made. He'd seen a circus freak show once where the tattooed man had had metal inserted just below the skin all over his body. Though Seth was far too sexy and sophisticated to ever be a circus freak. Still, they all had their pasts, didn't they?

One by one, the waiters counted out their tips and left him his share. He counted out his own, taking the coin the cowboy'd given him and adding it to the little basket full of them in the safe. He wondered how the cowboy's night was going, if his fantasy was everything he expected it to be. Robin knew the bosses had special insight into people, and he knew that you had to be careful what you wished for, even in your heart of hearts.

He made sure the cash and alcohol were secure and turned off the music and the lights. The place looked different all quiet and dark with only the lights from the emergency exit signs giving everything a low red glow. The fantasy slots were at the very back, the two side machines shining in the light given off by the middle one. The big fantasy prize machine. The dance floor looked empty and dark, the bar nothing more than a long shadow along the back wall. Games and tables were interspersed along the rest of the space and in the dark you couldn't tell which was which. Hell, half the time when the place was full you still couldn't tell, especially when impromptu card games and wagers broke out. It always struck him as funny how big the place seemed inside; you'd never guess it was this big from the storefront.

Robin thought he heard a bump against the door to the back of the place and frowned until it was followed up by a low, wanton moan. Oh. His prick firmed right up in his jeans; the bosses were at it again.

Leaning against the bar, Robin closed eyes, his hand drifting down to press against his package. He wondered whose back had banged up against the door, which one was the aggressor, Michael or Seth? From what he'd seen, Michael had been the one catching, but he hadn't been a passive player, that kiss he was giving Seth had been aggressive. There was no telling which one topped, or even if just one of them did. He kind of liked the thought of them switching. The thought of one of them in him while he did the other one...

Was wrong. This was not what he should be doing; furtively listening for sounds from the private room out back and jacking himself through his jeans. It was definitely wrong and he shouldn't be doing it. He repeated the thought a few times in his head, whispered it out loud once and looked down at his offending hand, demanding it remove itself from his jeans immediately.

It took a few moments and a low groan of his own before it finally obeyed him. Shit, he had to stop thinking of the bosses like that.

He grabbed his keys and hightailed it out of the club, locking the door behind him and leaving the bosses to whatever it was they were up to in that back room. He only wished it was as easy to put the fantasies in his head behind a door and lock them away.

He walked as quickly as he could, his balls aching like crazy, his cock pushing against his zipper like it was going to leap out and attack the first guy with a cute ass he saw. He kept his head down.

He tried to think about cold showers, jumping into cold lakes, gross and slimy stuff, anything to get his libido under control, but it wasn't working. He took in the nearly empty streets with their storefronts, the alleys full of garbage bins. His cock continued to ache and his mind kept wandering back to Michael and Seth and what they might look like beneath their suits, what they were doing to each other right now. What they would do with him, what they'd make him do to them; they were after all the bosses.

All right. He was going to have to do something about this. He resolved to let himself have the fantasy for tonight. He could go home and jack off until his balls fell off, thinking about it, and then he'd never ever do this again, never use Michael and Seth to get off with.

It was a plan.

He took a left onto the side street his tiny apartment was on and took the stairs two at a time. Putting the key into the door with one hand, he undid the top button of his jeans with his other, fingers already pushing in, pushing the zipper down and reaching for flesh as he went in. Shoving the door closed, he leaned against it and wrapped his hand around his cock -- fuck, the first time was going to be fast.

His eyes flew open and his hand froze as he heard a sound.

"Hello, Robin."