The Nightlife: London (Urban Fantasy Romance) (The Nightlife Series) by Travis Luedke Read Free Book Online

looked, two men
and three women, in a strip club filled with lecherous men.
    A waitress with a glowing-glittery butterfly painted on her
chest took his drink order.  Her soft round breasts had been artistically shaped
into the upper wings of a butterfly.  Her dental floss bikini bottoms covered
virtually nothing.  She smiled wide as Aaron slipped a tip in the front strap
of her panties, his fingers accidentally brushing across her delicate
folds.
    Might have to look this girl up later.
    Settled in the booth, scanning the room, Aaron finally saw
what he was looking for, up on the raised platform, dancing topless on the
stripper pole.
    Janette.
    A dub step bass line ground out enough power to vibrate
glass as Janette humped the stripper pole as if she was about to pop an orgasm
right on the stage.  She wore nothing but glowing white thong panties.  The
scrap of fabric barely covered her ankles as she polished the stainless steel
with her shaved mound.  All eyes were on Janette, and there was not a limp dick
in the room.
    When she caught Aaron’s stare, her dance faltered.  The sexy,
sultry temptress illusion faded in the wake of her fear.  Terror flickered
across her face as Aaron held her eyes and bored into her mind from the other
side of the room.  He scooped it straight from her head.  She had spoken to
Reza.  He rewarded her candid confession with a slap to her face and a sincere death
threat to assure her silence.
    Reza was a real lady’s man.
    Aaron didn’t even have to look for Reza.  Janette did it for
him, a spike of paralyzing fear in her chest.  Aaron followed her gaze to Reza
standing by the bar, unaware that his beautiful Janette was about to piss all
over the dance platform in terror as she stood petrified, gripping tightly to
the stripper pole like a lifeline.  The man was mostly bald, but with a
five-o-clock shadow of stubble wrapped around the sides and back of his head,
and a little trimmed goatee.  He had that unmistakable look of a man who has
traveled through the dark alleys of the world and lived to tell the tale.
    Glancing back to Janette, their eyes met again, and she had
a fleeting fear for him, knowing Reza would not be merciful.  Mostly she was
worried about the big ass knife her boss had threatened to shove between her
legs if anyone else came around asking questions.
    Aaron felt compelled to carry her off to safety, hold her
and promise it would be alright.  But that would have been a cruel lie.  He
wasn’t here to solve her problems or open a can of whoopass on the bad guy in a
flurry of kung-fu kicks.
    All he needed was five minutes with Reza.  Poor Janette had
made her bed in this shithole, and now she had to lie in it.
    Ivan slapped his hand on the table.  “Ladies, remember our
bargain.”  He stood, his eye tracking Aaron’s focus on Reza.  He missed nothing. 
“We have fifteen minutes.  Stay here until we return.”
    Ivan tossed a fifty pound bill on the table.  “Have a lap
dance on me.”
    Michelle and Urvashi both smiled, seemingly amenable to the
idea.
    Katya sneered, “Give me your credit card and we’ll make it a
real party.”
    Aaron smirked.  Somewhere inside Katya resided a living,
breathing woman, with a sense of humor.
    “That’s our man.”  Aaron nodded towards Reza who just now
glanced in their direction.
    “Follow me, and try not to speak.”  Ivan strolled off,
casually weaving around the tables, headed for Reza.
    In the spirit of their agreement, Aaron nodded silently and
played follow the leader.  Michelle yelled to his back, “Fifteen minutes.”  He
looked back and winked at all three ladies.
    Wouldn’t that be interesting, all three women in the same
bed .  He doubted anything could top his experience with Michelle and
Urvashi, but you just never knew.
    Reza watched them curiously, a hint of anxiety in his eyes. 
Ivan was not a small man.  Though Aaron did not fear him, or any man, he could
see Ivan carried himself with