08-02-2023, 11:21 PM
Even for Jaxen, it took some digging to find out anything about Almaz online. He concluded that the club must be one of the most exclusive places in the city known only to the obscenely wealthy or the obscenely connected. It was a maddening puzzle how Mikhail wormed his way in a place like that while Jaxen hadn’t even heard of it. He had to conclude that the guy must have snuck in, which was unlikely given their reputation for security, or he was a bigger player than Jaxen appreciated. Both were good marks against him in Jaxen’s eye, but he meant to find out either way.
So Mikhail brought the connection and Jaxen brought the money. He had to move it around, of course. His trust would only decline payment to someplace bordering on illegal. Jaxen filtered it through the generic category of ‘entertainment’ to make it work, but he had plenty of experience in that regard. How else did he pay for hookers and playmates? Not that he needed to pay to get it, but sometimes you don’t want to have to deal with girls and their bullshit expectations. Sometimes you just want a good lay and move on with your life. Was that so hard to ask? The very thought conjured up memories of Zephyr. The kind of thoughts that coursed heat through his skin and made him check the calendar for their next date. It wasn’t quite time yet, and given that Jaxen was pumped through with about every kind of drug available to prevent unwanted pregnancies, he assumed their dates would continue for a good year before she caught wise to the sad truth that Jaxen must simply be infertile. Poor girl, well, not that she had anything to be sad about after a year of infinite Jaxgasms, so he was going to get it while the getting was good.
He was leaning against a light post, legs crossed at the ankle, when the luscious ass of an Indian girl walked past. He'd had a thing for them ever since being shipped to Mumbai at the tender age of sixteen. Her dress left little to the imagination, and with those hips for inspiration, Jaxen could imagine a lot. In the company of two white girls, she paid him no attention as she walked by, but when she looked over her shoulder and those black rimmed eyes flashed at him, he promptly forgot about Zephyr and shoved off to see if she wanted to hook up.
Now, Jaxen looked good tonight. He had on a three-piece velvet suit the color of dark chocolate with a black shirt and black tie that hugged his body just begging for hands to come stroke the seductive sheen. His hair was coiffed in his signature pieces, and his facial hair ran a dangerous shadow along his jaw. He looked sinful, just as he preferred. Plus Almaz sported a dress code: look like money or GTFO.
“Hey,” he said as he caught up, but she only called out a simple, “No,” over one shoulder through a sheet of shiny black hair.
“Where you off to?” he prodded just in case.
“No,” she called impatiently, and Jaxen decided there was enough of a bite to know she wasn’t just teasing.
“Your loss,” he bowed devilishly playful, biting his lower lip ever so thoughtfully as his hands twiddled with a vial in his pocket. He enjoyed the view until they turned out of sight.
Then he returned to his corner to wait on Mik.
So Mikhail brought the connection and Jaxen brought the money. He had to move it around, of course. His trust would only decline payment to someplace bordering on illegal. Jaxen filtered it through the generic category of ‘entertainment’ to make it work, but he had plenty of experience in that regard. How else did he pay for hookers and playmates? Not that he needed to pay to get it, but sometimes you don’t want to have to deal with girls and their bullshit expectations. Sometimes you just want a good lay and move on with your life. Was that so hard to ask? The very thought conjured up memories of Zephyr. The kind of thoughts that coursed heat through his skin and made him check the calendar for their next date. It wasn’t quite time yet, and given that Jaxen was pumped through with about every kind of drug available to prevent unwanted pregnancies, he assumed their dates would continue for a good year before she caught wise to the sad truth that Jaxen must simply be infertile. Poor girl, well, not that she had anything to be sad about after a year of infinite Jaxgasms, so he was going to get it while the getting was good.
He was leaning against a light post, legs crossed at the ankle, when the luscious ass of an Indian girl walked past. He'd had a thing for them ever since being shipped to Mumbai at the tender age of sixteen. Her dress left little to the imagination, and with those hips for inspiration, Jaxen could imagine a lot. In the company of two white girls, she paid him no attention as she walked by, but when she looked over her shoulder and those black rimmed eyes flashed at him, he promptly forgot about Zephyr and shoved off to see if she wanted to hook up.
Now, Jaxen looked good tonight. He had on a three-piece velvet suit the color of dark chocolate with a black shirt and black tie that hugged his body just begging for hands to come stroke the seductive sheen. His hair was coiffed in his signature pieces, and his facial hair ran a dangerous shadow along his jaw. He looked sinful, just as he preferred. Plus Almaz sported a dress code: look like money or GTFO.
“Hey,” he said as he caught up, but she only called out a simple, “No,” over one shoulder through a sheet of shiny black hair.
“Where you off to?” he prodded just in case.
“No,” she called impatiently, and Jaxen decided there was enough of a bite to know she wasn’t just teasing.
“Your loss,” he bowed devilishly playful, biting his lower lip ever so thoughtfully as his hands twiddled with a vial in his pocket. He enjoyed the view until they turned out of sight.
Then he returned to his corner to wait on Mik.