The Darker Side of Trey Grey by Tara Spears Read Free Book Online Page A

puffy red loveseats and chairs were scattered helter-skelter throughout.
    Two long glass and chrome bars serviced the club on alternating sides set a few levels apart. The black and white checkered dance floor occupied the pit. Both young, and the chic middle aged were bumping and grinding together under the red and gold lights in a frenzied throng of flesh.
    The most impressive feature, however, were the glass-fronted playrooms placed discreetly throughout the club. Set flush into the stark white walls, players acted out some of the more classic dom-sub scenes. They were strictly for entertainment, the performers well costumed in leather, feathers, and skin.
    I couldn’t help but wonder if Lila planned to display me in just such a cube. Her questions had been rather personal for that. However if that was her intent, I already knew the answer would be a resounding no.
    I wasn’t a dog you could train to perform in front of a crowd, regardless of how much you paid me. Money would not prevent my ticks from rearing up now and then. Something I was sure would not amuse the patrons here. Although, some might be just fiendish enough to enjoy the show.
    I flounced down the steps towards the closest bar. Liquor seemed a good place to start. The bar was busy. Two bare-chested bartenders slopped drinks, as people seemingly called orders faster than the boys could humanly fill them. The melee held a jovial air, and not one indignant voice could be heard. Most patrons chatted with neighbors, or hawked the crowd as they waited. I leaned back against the bar, quietly absorbing.
    A hand squeezed my arm, pulling my attention; “You’re up. What can I get you?” The bartender was cute in an over-groomed GQ way, and his demure grin told me he thought something similar of me. 
    “Double Stoli straight.”
    He sent a kiss through the air towards me before pouring a tumbler with more than a double.
    “I love the simple boys,” he said with a wink as he set my drink in front of me.
    I may not like sex, but I loved empty flirting. I offered back a sultry half-smirk. We shared a playful chuckle then he went back to hustling.
    I slid some Stoli down my throat, and was turning around when a hand traveled along the peak-a-boo tear in my jeans.
    “I think I’d know that tush anywhere.”
    “And I think I’d know that smoky voice anywhere. Fancy seeing you here, Molly,” I said to one of my regulars before swinging my head towards her. “You look good.” She did too. Her rich sheaf of a dress matched her green eyes, and complimented her long strawberry-blond hair. But then Molly always looked like money.
    She bumped my shoulder with hers. “You look better. So, what brings you to this rat trap?” she asked with a wrinkle of her nose.
    “I was invited.” I took another swallow of my drink as I wondered. “You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that would you?” I wasn’t sure why Molly hadn’t entered my mind when Lila told me we had some mutual clients. Molly liked to play, and she was quite well-off thanks to an ambitious husband.
    “Oh hell no, not me.” She smirked knowingly. “However, I can’t say it wouldn’t be nice to have you here. All my favorite toys in one place.”
    I laughed at that and she laughed back. She had definitely hawked me to Lila.
    “Tell me, if you have all this to play with why are you slumming with me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
    Her hand slid around my backside, and I slapped it away, giving her a blithe look of warning. I wasn’t here for her to paw me. Her playful expression fell, but only a little.
    “I never really considered three hundred a pop slumming,” she said laconically as she leaned over, peering at the bartenders. “Jesus, what do you have to do to get a drink in this place?” 
    I shrugged. “I just had to look pretty.”
    She let out a feminine snort as she shoved her shoulder against me. Being the gracious gentleman that I was, I moved to the other side of her so