A dense cloud of cigarette smoke hung thickly in the air in the main lounge of Companions, one of the most exclusive gentlemen's clubs in the world. Only a member of the club would be able to get to the nondescript building that was hidden deep within the labyrinth of London's back alleys. There was a high price to become a member of the club, and there were numerous people throughout the world that were more than willing to kill for the opportunity.
Numerous muscular men, in various stages of undress, relaxed around the bar area waiting to see if any of the patrons were interested in a night of exotic fun. Sultry jazz music gently flowed through the room from hidden speakers giving a touch of class to the bordello atmosphere in the lounge. Older gentlemen sat at the bar, drinking and discussing business, all the while watching and lusting after the young men that strutted around them.
A tall, black haired man entered the lounge through a set of mahogany double doors. His honey golden skin was enhanced by the skin tight white leather pants that adorned the lower half of his body. The pants were so tight they left little to the imagination and most of the eyes that were focused on him wondered how on earth he had managed to even get into the supple leather. His chest was bare, his thick, hard muscles on display for all to see. If one looked closely enough, they would be able to see the small tattoo of a bird in flight that rested right above the waist of the leather pants on his abs.
The new, mysterious man walked confidently over to one of the pool tables near the back of the room. He stretched back against it, the muscles of his chest bunching and flexing from the movement. Unlike the rest of the callboys, the man gazed around the room, looking completely bored. The lack of interest that surrounded the beautiful man seemed to put off many in the room, leaving them afraid to approach him out of fear of rejection.
Edgar Meyers stepped into the room, his portly frame almost blocking the doorway. The minimal light in the room seemed to draw even more attention to his thinning gray hair. There were only two things that most Companions' patrons cared about, looks and money. Edgar may have been severely lacking in the former, but he more than made up for that in the latter. Meyers Communications was one of the leading communications firms in the entire world, providing Edgar with a net worth of close to a billion dollars.
Edgar waddled his way over to the bar, his eyes scanning over the room for any new fresh faces. His eyes were immediately drawn to the man lounging against one of the pool tables. He licked his lips in hunger as his eyes traveled over the very pronounced basket clad in white leather. Edgar ordered a vodka on the rocks while waiting to see if anyone approached the club's hottest boy toy. Over the next half-hour he sipped his drink and was surprised that no one had approached the raving beauty.
After finishing his alcoholic appetizer Edgar made his way over to the young stud as fast as his body would allow him to. His massive body tingling in anticipation as he imagined all the things he wanted to do to the dark haired stud. As he approached his prey, the man barely looked at him. This did not deter Edgar in any way, he was certainly used to being overlooked by the hot young men in the club.
"How much?" Edgar wasted no time in asking the question as he stood in front of the young man. He wanted action and would waste no time on small talk.
"Fifty thousand." The dark haired man replied after a few moments, his voice soft with a faint trace of a German accent. "In cash, US dollars."
"And what exactly do you do that requires such a high fee?" Edgar was shocked at the price, but he quickly comprehended why no one else had approached the gorgeous man.
"Anything you want." The man purred as he leaned in close to Edgar, the fresh scent of his skin permeating through Edgar's senses.
"What is your name?" Edgar ran one of his stubby fingers slowly over the man's bare chest.
"Stefan." His prey quietly replied.
"A sexy name for such a sexy man." Edgar growled, his body responding to Stefan's accent.
Stefan watched as Edgar's eyes burned with lust and desire. Both men knew that the money would be paid. Edgar placed a quiet call to one of his bodyguards, who were waiting outside since only the club's patrons could enter the building. After twenty minutes of waiting, as Edgar continued to play with Stefan's muscular chest, one of the club's staff brought a silver briefcase over to them. Edgar discreetly opened the case, showing Stefan the cash he requested.
Stefan smiled and adjusted the front of his pants before leading Edgar through a labyrinth of hallways and staircases. After nearly ten minutes, Stefan led Edgar into a beautifully decorated bedroom. A king-sized four poster bed stood majestically in the center of the room. The room was done in rich, dark earth tones with a roaring fire blazing in a large opulent fireplace. Two small black leather couches formed a small sitting area around the warming fire.
"Sit." Edgar commanded Stefan as he pointed at the bed before lumbering over to the small bar that was set up by one of the windows on the wall behind the bed.
Stefan unsnapped the button on his pants and carefully lowered the zipper a few inches on his leather pants. The skin revealed was the same golden color of his upper body, showing that no tan lines marred his beautiful skin. He sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows. His body was put on display for his wealthy customer. Edgar licked his lips in hunger as he moved towards the bed, two flutes of champagne clutched in his chubby hands. He handed one of the glasses to Stefan while raising his own in a toast.
Edgar's eyes raked over Stefan's body as the sweet liquid rushed through his mouth, his mind fixating on another sweet nectar. His large body pulsed with excitement and desire. His eyes focused on the black and silver bird tattooed on Stefan's stomach. It seemed to be flying out of the man's now opened pants. Stefan lounged comfortably under Edgar's hungry gaze.
Stefan raised his glass to his lips, but did not drink. Instead, as the glass reached his lips, he tilted his hand causing the expensive liquid to pour down onto his body. Edgar's eyes widened as he watched the golden fluid rush down over Stefan's muscular chest. Stefan crunched his stomach tight causing the champagne to pool around his navel. His eyes burned with lust as he stared at Edgar.
"Bottoms up." Stefan's voice purred with sex.
Edgar's own glass fell to the plush carpeting of the floor, completely forgotten as he moved over Stefan's body. Stefan's head tilted back with a seductive groan as he felt Edgar's eager mouth and tongue lick and suck over his champagne soaked abs. The sound caused Edgar to become even more frantic as he gently chewed and sucked on his hired lover's body. Stefan growled in approval and arched his body into the touch. His hands wrapping around Edgar's balding head, pulling him even harder against his body.
