Chapter 22 Low-Hanging Fruit
Low-Hanging Fruit
LOTHAIR
“I thought we were going out for dinner,” I muttered as we climbed the stairs to the three-story brick townhouse. It looked like a museum or a foreign embassy, with a historical facade and a small garden surrounded by a decorative iron fence.
“You can have dinner here if you’re hungry,” Terry said.
The double door was carved with flowery motifs and adorned with a large knocker shaped like a donkey’s head. The donkey held the knocker ring in his muzzle. Before I could ask Terry about the weird choice of decor, he grabbed the ring and banged it against the door.
A large alpha in a suit pushed the door ajar and looked us up and down. “Good evening, gentlemen. Do you have a booking?”
“Good evening. Yes, we do. Terrance Harbinger and guest.”
“Welcome.”
He opened the door and gestured for us to enter a dark hallway that ended with a closed, dark-blue velvet curtain. A reception desk stood to the left.
I perked up at the sight of the pretty young omega behind it.
He wore a white dress shirt that would have been conservative if it weren’t made of a sheer, glimmering fabric.
His pierced nipples winked at me from beneath the material.
He smiled knowingly when I dragged my gaze up to his face.
Terry gave him a credit card, and the omega typed something on his computer before handing the card back.
“Your table is ready, and here’s your room key.”
Terry accepted the iron key and turned it over in his hand. It looked like it could open a treasure chest not a modern hotel room. Terry slipped it into his pocket.
Then, to my surprise, the receptionist handed us each a black eye mask, the type that covered half of your face. Terry put his mask on, so I mimicked him. This was no regular restaurant, then. It was going to be fun.
“Welcome to Priapus, gentlemen.”
Upon hearing the name, I swallowed a grin.
Terry thanked the omega and headed toward the velvet curtain. The alpha in a suit held it open for us.
“You sneaky bastard,” I whispered into Terry’s ear.
“Surprise!” he shot back.
Excitement fluttered in my stomach. I’d longed to visit this place since I’d learned about its existence.
We entered an open space interspersed with tall tables and bar chairs.
It had a distinct club atmosphere, with sultry music and colorful lighting, but the furniture and interior decor looked like they were from two centuries ago.
A few patrons mingled about as well as sat at tables.
“They claim to serve specialized dishes with aphrodisiac effects,” Terry said.
“Um. I’m horny enough. Can I just have a regular burger before we go hit on someone?”
My mate chuckled. A server approached us then—a lean, muscular alpha with a sizable bulge in his tight white pants. He wore a white mask on his face.
“Good evening, and welcome to Priapus. Can I have your name, please?”
“Harbinger and guest.”
“Thank you,” the server said, checking something on a small tablet. “We have a table for you. Please follow me.”
I licked my lips as we passed a couple of dark-haired omegas. They carried their drinks to a corner table and looked around curiously, faces partially obscured by masks similar to the ones we wore. They seemed like a couple of friends on the prowl. Definitely approachable.
The server showed us to our table close to the bar and left. In seconds, another alpha in a white mask and white pants took our drinks order. I couldn’t help but glance at his groin. Yep. Hung like a horse. Or maybe the pants came with padding as part of the staff uniform.
I snickered at the thought.
“Something funny?” Terry asked, scanning the room with his usual professional focus.
“I just wondered if the guy had a balled-up sock in his underwear. What about you, see something potentially dangerous?”
Terry smiled, his shoulders relaxing. “No. Habit, sorry.”
“Are we going to eat?” I picked up the menu from the holder on the table and scanned it. “No burgers. This is only finger food, Terry.”
“Should I have taken you to a steakhouse, dear mate? May I remind you what the main purpose of this place is?”
“You’re right. Cheese plate it is. And they have steak vol-au-vents with some secret sauce.”
“Unless it’s made of whale sperm or something, I’m in.”
I spluttered. “Whale sperm? I hope not.”
Our drinks arrived, and we ordered the food. The room became more crowded. There were several omegas without company and a few omega-only groups of friends. I might have spotted a dragon shifter or two, but I couldn’t be sure with the lighting and the masks.
As we ate, I kept looking at the couple of omegas on the opposite side of the room.
They chatted and laughed, their cheeks flushed.
They seemed to be getting a little tipsy.
A large alpha with a graying ponytail approached them, and they talked to him for a bit, but then he left again.
One of the omegas caught my gaze and smiled before turning to his friend.
Pushing my empty plate away, I patted my belly. “Now I’m ready to mingle.”
“Good. See anyone you like?”
“All of these boys are here for the big dick. I don’t know where to start.”
“I might have an idea.”
I followed Terry’s gaze to the bar. An omega leaned on the counter with his back to us, his hips tilted provocatively.
He was presenting his ass to the entire room in that position.
And I was grateful to him because it was a spectacular ass.
Wide hips, thick thighs, big round ass cheeks.
The two deep dimples at the base of his spine beckoned to me.
When he turned to face the room, lips wrapped around a straw, Terry hummed.
The omega had a thin lace mask around his eyes that didn’t hide much of his features.
It worked more like a pretty accessory than a disguise.
He wore a skimpy top to match his tiny shorts, only strings and a scrap of pale fabric barely covering his nipples.
My mate had never declared a specific taste in omegas, but I’d seen him gaze dreamily at curvy bellies and large, soft pecs. This boy had my mate lusting, and my dragon reacted. Saliva gathered in my mouth.
“Let’s go.”
I slid off the chair and ambled toward the bar, Terry by my side. The omega smirked when he noticed us, emanating easy confidence. I chose the direct approach.
“Hello, gorgeous. What’s your name?”
“You can call me Rico. And you are?”
“This is Terry, and I’m Larry.” I hadn’t thought that through. Next time, I’d need a better nickname.
The omega’s lips twitched as he looked from me to Terry and back. “Terry and Larry. I haven’t seen you here before.”
“It’s our first evening in here. Maybe you could give us some advice? Be our guide for the night?”
He slurped up the rest of his drink, leaving only ice cubes at the bottom. Then he handed the empty glass to Terry. “Maybe I could.”
My mate frowned at the glass but caught on quickly. “What are you drinking, Rico?”
“Tequila Sunrise, thank you.”
Terry placed the order while Rico—definitely not his real name either—blatantly inspected our bodies.
“What brings you here tonight, gentlemen? What kind of advice do you need?”
“We want to get laid.”
Rico laughed, his voice bright and merry. “Honesty is always appreciated.”
“We have a room upstairs and are looking for one or two omegas to join us for the rest of the night,” Terry elaborated. “How do you think we should go about it?”
“Buying a drink is an okay start, I guess. Do you have preferences?”
“Not really,” Terry replied, his eyes on Rico’s ample chest.
“He should be ready to accept…a large insertion,” I added.
Rico snorted out another laugh. “Most omegas in here are eager to receive what you call large insertions. It’s why we’re here.”
“Do you come here often?”
“More often than I should.”
Putting his elbows on the bar counter, Rico pushed his chest out and cocked his hip. He was flaunting his assets unapologetically, and I liked that.
“Have you had pleasant encounters with some of the patrons?”
Terry handed Rico a glass of a bright-orange cocktail. Rico took a deep gulp and pointed at an alpha close to us.
“Short with a permanently enlarged knot. It’s like getting fisted but with a dick.
” I caught Terry’s bewildered expression and suppressed a chuckle.
Rico was a riot. He tilted his chin toward another alpha who seemed to be chatting up the couple of friends I’d noticed earlier.
“Natural nine inches with a Jacob’s ladder and a Prince Albert.
But his technique sucks. When I got to ride him, it was better.
The two he’s talking to are a lovely couple.
” A couple? I must have missed that. “I had a foursome with them and a sweet European guy with a surgically enhanced, ridged cock. He couldn’t say a word in English but fucked like a god.
He railed the three of us twice each.” Possibly a shifter, then.
Rico pointed at a wiry man in a black shirt.
“He’s interesting. I think he’s friends with the owner.
The amount of cum he can produce should be studied in a lab. ”
Terry cleared his throat. “You seem to know the regulars.” He wasn’t going to get judgy, was he? But no. He still gazed at Rico with interest.
“What can I say? I love riding a big dong.” Rico looked from Terry to me and back and puckered his lips to drink more from the straw. Then he gave us a sultry smile. “I’m what you could call a low-hanging fruit. Ripe for picking.” And he winked.
This time, Terry laughed too, his earlier apprehension disappearing. An experienced and easy-going omega like Rico was exactly what we needed at the beginning of our new adventure.
“Will you show me what you got?” Rico asked. “I might be able to point you in the right direction.”
Terry raised his eyebrow. “It’s difficult to show you right here.”