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“You know the rules.”
Yes, he knew the fucking rules. “Don’t let fantasy cross over into reality. Never let your heart do the talking.”
Matteo’s eyes softened. “I know you have a big heart. But the rules are in place to protect you boys from heartache. It’s easy to confuse reality with fiction, especially when being intimate with someone. Just always remember that they are paying us to give them an escape, not to fall in love with them.”
Levi nodded. He understood the need to protect one’s heart. Sometimes, it became difficult, but Matteo only wanted to protect them.
“Good,” Matteo added, turning back to the two men chatting across the way. “I’ll stop by and introduce myself to Mr. Harwick later today. For now, keep the man company and see what you can find out about who he is and what he’s doing here. This man intrigues me,” Matteo instructed, eating the olive off his toothpick before downing the rest of his old-fashioned.
With that, Levi nodded to his boss, then made his way over to join Baberie and their newest guest. Baberie’s favorite companion was on his way over to them at the same time, no doubt checking to see if Baberie was ready for a little one-on-one time. Baberie had a thing for more bearish type men, preferring the thickness and strength of a linebacker over the sleek seduction of a hairless twink.
“Hello, gentlemen,” Levi greeted as he and his brother-in-arms, Noah, arrived at the same time.
Noah immediately wrapped his arms around Baberie and nestled his head into his chest. “It’s nice to see you again, stud,” Noah greeted with a heavy Belgian accent.
Given the wide variety of guests who frequented the establishment, most people spoke English while at La Maison. It was rare for them to get a guest who only spoke in their native language, but given the large number of staff who worked at the château, there was always someone who spoke the language. French and Spanish were the next two most commonly spoken languages at La Maison.
“I’ve missed you too, my sexy beast,” Baberie responded, grabbing Noah’s butt and giving it a firm squeeze.
Noah let out a growl as he leaned further into his date.
“How about we go for a walk and catch up on everything we’ve missed?” Noah asked, stepping back and giving his chubbing cock a nice little squeeze.
Baberie smirked. “It was nice chatting with you, Mr. Harwick, but it appears that my attention is required elsewhere.”
Levi and Chase watched as the two furry men walked off together, no doubt about to engage in some stiff negotiations.
Turning back to Chase, Levi tilted his head toward the château. “Are you ready yet for that one-on-one tour I promised you?”
“Yes, please,” Chase answered, allowing Levi to snake his arm through his once again and lead him toward the fancy estate.
“So, what sort of services and activities do you offer here at the château?” Chase asked as they stepped through the bay doors and into the large foyer.
“Well, we pretty much offer anything that your heart desires. If it’s not currently being offered, we can look into it and arrange it for you. Many of our guests enjoy afternoons by the pool lounging around with their favorite man. Others prefer to be more active during the day, playing golf or volleyball or even hiking if you’re into that sort of thing. But my favorite is the all-day spa treatments we offer here. Mud wraps, facials, massages, you name it. For the evening, we offer fine dining in any of our three onsite dining areas, we have a lounge for more intimate conversations, and, of course, we have our main event starting at ten p.m. The show consists of multiple acts, strip shows, and even live fucking on stage.”
Levi tried not to laugh when he noticed Chase’s face blush at the mention of live fucking on stage. Had the man never been to Amsterdam before?
“The onstage sex show only involves the men of La Maison. If guests wish to enjoy a bit more intimate activities, they are welcome to enjoy one of our guest suites for either a few hours or an overnight stay.”
“So, this place is basically a brothel?”
Levi snapped his head. He didn’t like guys referring to him and his work as prostitution. What they offered was so much more than a quick fuck for cash.
“It’s nothing like a brothel. La Maison de M is a place where men can come and connect with other like-minded people to enjoy who they are together. Yes, the services offered here are paid, but any sexual activity that transpires is completely mutual. We are not hookers, and we all have the right to decline any offers made.”
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean any offense. I guess I’m just amazed that a place like this even exists.”
“You’re American, correct?”
“Yup.”
“Here in France and in most of Europe, sex is viewed much differently than in North America. You look at sex as something to be ashamed of and hide at all costs; we look at sex as something to be enjoyed and celebrated,” Levi explained, continuing his tour of the château.
He hoped that Chase’s narrow mindset would open up when it came to sex and exploring his sexuality. The man was hot as fuck, and he wouldn’t mind getting underneath that muscular body of his. Perhaps spending a few hours getting hot and sweaty.
The material in Levi’s swimsuit began to tighten. Perfect timing; Little Levi wants to come out and play. He wasn’t concerned about people seeing him walk around with a boner—boners were a common sight around this place. He was a little more concerned with how Chase might react when he spots his little friend struggling to get free.
Down, boy!
