Chapter Six
Damon
T here’s a knock on my door at exactly 5:30 p.m.
I grab my bag and swing open the door to find a guy close to my age standing there. He’s handsome enough with his blond hair and brown eyes, but nothing to write home about.
“Blaze?” he asks, and I nod.
“You’re the driver?”
He nods, offering his hand. “Todd.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Todd. I’m assuming it isn’t a long drive?”
“Not at all, sir—“
I laugh, cutting him off. “You don’t need to call me sir. In fact, please don’t. Just Blaze is fine.”
“Right. Depending on traffic, it should only take us about twenty minutes, Blaze.” He hesitates. “Can I take your bag for you?”
“Nah, man. I’ve got it.” Stepping out, I force Todd to take a step back. I lock the door to my apartment before following him down the stairs. I snicker when he opens the back door for me. “Thanks, man.”
Todd looks highly uncomfortable as he climbs into the front seat. “Would you like me to turn on some music?”
“Sure, man. Whatever you want to listen to is fine. I’m not picky.”
The music starts as he pulls away from the curb, and I lean back into my seat as some song I don’t know starts playing. I’m sure it’s really popular now, but I don’t listen to music much. I prefer audiobooks. I only told him to put it on, thinking it might calm him down.
He doesn’t try to talk to me the entire ride and when we stop in front of an abandoned warehouse, I glance at him with a raised eyebrow. “I was led to believe this was some high class place, but this looks abandoned.”
“Ummm… Yeah… They do that on purpose.” Todd is practically stuttering over his words. “They don’t want to draw too much attention, so they leave the outside looking run down.”
I feel like having people show up in town cars would draw attention, but that’s not my problem, is it?
With a shrug, I climb out of the car with my bag in hand, leaving Todd to clamber out of the car behind me.
“If you’ll follow me?” He practically trips over his feet to get to the door before me, opening it and gesturing for me to go ahead of him. We head straight for the elevator, where he enters a code before the doors slide open so we can step inside.
As soon as the door closes and the elevator begins moving down—the club must be underground, which makes sense—I turn to him. “Are you scared of me?”
He shrugs. “Right now? No. You’re not threatening me.”
“Then why are you so damn nervous?”
His face flushes. “This is only my second year driving, and last year I drove a female. I wasn’t even aware there were males to be transported. I was surprised, is all.”
I nod in understanding just as the doors open and a redhead woman with a big smile on her face stands there. “Hi, I’m Jen. Who do we have here?”
“Blaze,” Todd and I say together. Todd chuckles as I step out of the elevator. “Have a good weekend, Blaze. I’ll see you Sunday night.”
“Follow me, Blaze. We’re going to have you choose a number so you can see where you are in the auction. Then I’ll get you all checked in and bring you to your dressing room.” Jen leads me over to a desk with a tablet and a small bowl.
Taking a moment to glance around, I’m glad to see Club Lust looks more like I thought it would. Everything is classy and elegant.
“If you’ll pick a number,” Jen says, pulling my attention back to her. She’s holding the small bowl out to me, and I reach my hand in and snag a paper before opening it.
“Sixteen.”
Jen smiles, tapping away on the tablet for a moment before setting it and the bowl aside. “That means you’ll be the last up tonight.”
“So there are fifteen others being auctioned tonight?” I ask as she begins leading me through the club to a long hallway.
“There are,” she confirms as we begin to pass doors with names on them.
I hum. “Any other males, or am I the odd one out?”
Jen laughs. “What makes you think there aren’t many males?”
“My driver was surprised to be driving a male, so I figured it wasn’t all that normal.”
She nods as we come to a stop in front of a door with Blaze on it. “There are a few males. It’s surprisingly hard to get men willing to allow themselves to be auctioned off. But you’re not the only one here this year.”
“Cool.” I step into the dressing room, taking in the leather furniture and a lighted vanity, before turning back to Jen, who’s standing in the doorway. “What now?”
“Now, you’ll wait for hair and makeup.” She pauses. “Although, I guess it’ll just be hair for you, unless you want to wear makeup.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Not really my thing.”
“Someone will be by to help with your hair, and then all you’ll have to do is change into your lingerie. Since you’re the last one up, then you probably don’t need to change until eight. There are drinks and snacks for you. Of course, you have your phone to entertain you until it’s time for you to go onstage. You’ll have to leave it in the dressing room then, as there are no phones allowed during the auction.”
“I remember. Thanks, Jen.”
Then she’s gone, and I’m left to wonder why I needed to be here so early. Although, I guess they wouldn’t want their merchandise showing up at the same time as the buyers, would they?
It’s fine. It’s not like I would be doing much of anything if I was at home right now. Except it’s Friday, and I’d usually be heading into work.
The process of being selected to take part in the auction was easy enough, though there were a lot of hoops to jump through. Honestly, I never thought I’d be picked. After all, no one ever chooses the guy who’s been to jail. To say I’d been shocked when I got the email is putting things lightly.
But it’s not like I was going to say no. Ian hadn’t even balked at giving me the weekend off—not even asking why I needed it off. So, here I am with the whole weekend off, and I can end my dry spell with a weekend of sex.
Sounds like a perfect weekend to me, and really, it’s no different than picking up some random person at a bar. Except, I’m getting paid for it, which is a win-win, right?
Crashing onto the couch, I pull out my phone and start scrolling on social media. I hate the shit, but it’s a good way to connect with most of my regular customers. Plus, there are dog and cat videos, and who can say no to those? Certainly not me.
When someone knocks on the door, I realize I’ve lost an hour to social media and put away my phone. “It’s open.”
“Hi.” A woman’s head pokes into the door. Her hair is dark as night against her copper skin. “I’m Cassie. I’m here to do your hair.”
She steps inside, a bag over her shoulder as she smiles at me. “I love doing guys’ hair. It takes so much less time. Why don’t you come over and have a seat at the vanity. Jen said you were a no on makeup, so this won’t take long.”
Pushing to my feet, I walk over and stare down at the tiny woman. She has to be at least a foot shorter than my six foot four height. “What do you think you’re going to do to this hair that I can’t do myself?”
“Who knows? Have a seat.” Cassie isn’t remotely intimidated by me as she pats the chair.
With a roll of my eyes, I lower myself into the chair and stare back at her through the mirror. She steps around to stand in front of me, gripping my face in her hand. “The fade on your beard and cut are growing in a bit, so I’ll tighten that up. I’ll use a little product in your curls to keep them in a styled mess versus just a mess. Then we’ll do a quick skin routine for your face to make sure you’re not too shiny on stage.”
“That sounds…” I trail off, shaking my head.
“Perfect? I know.”
I snort. “I was going to say horrific, but sure. Let’s go with perfection.”
Cassie smirks and gets to work. She cleans up my hair, and I admit that whatever she puts in my hair does make the curls look a million times better. And the skin care shit is kind of relaxing. It’s probably because she’s the one doing it and not me trying to do it myself.
When she’s done, she steps back with a smirk. “Much better.”
“I think I looked fine before,” I argue, for no other reason than to argue.
She laughs. “You did, but now you look hot as hell, and that’s what the buyers are going to want. That’s it for me. Jen will be back to get you when it’s time. Good luck. I hope you have a great weekend.”
I grunt, giving her a wave before the door falls shut behind her. It’s not even seven thirty yet. This is going to take forever. Sitting around and doing nothing isn’t something I’m used to, nor am I good at it.
I head back to the couch, grabbing my bag as I do. Once seated, I open the bag and shuffle through the bag until I can locate the “lingerie” I’m meant to wear tonight.
Initially, when I was informed I would need to wear my best lingerie, I was confused. Lingerie is for women, right? Not so much, apparently. I probably could’ve gotten away with a pair of my boxer briefs, but I decided if I was going to do this, then I was going to do it right.
After a lot of Internet searches, I found what I was looking for. I’ve never worn anything like it before, but I’m okay with that. I probably should’ve tried it on before today. It’s too late now.
Now is as good of a time as any.
It’s a jockstrap, which I’ve worn before, but not like that. They’re all black, though the hammock in the front is sheer, which means my dick will be on view for all to see without just walking out there naked. It’ll also leave my ass bare, without me having to have a strip of fabric up my ass if I was wearing a thong. I vetoed that option really quickly.
Shrugging, I set everything aside and strip until I’m naked, pulling the jockstrap on and adjusting my dick until it’s comfortable. It’s been a long time since I’ve worn a jockstrap, but it feels about the same. Can’t complain about that.
Facing the mirror, I check out myself from the front and back, admitting I look damn good. Bubble butts for the win, am I right?
I snicker to myself before pulling my pants back on. There’s no point in putting my shirt back on, but I’m not putting my bare ass on the couch. It might be leather and easy to clean, but that’s just gross. Even I have more class than that.
Laying back on the couch, I pull out my phone and find some random game to play until it’s time for the auction. I get so lost in it that when the knock comes, it startles me. I sit up as the door swings open to reveal Jen.
“Are you ready?”
I toss my phone onto the table before standing and pushing my pants to the floor. “Let’s do this.”
“That’s the kind of attitude I like to see,” Jen says, and as we step into the hall, she fills me in on how things will go from here.
This is it. Time to sell myself for the weekend. What could go wrong?