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Taking another sip, he stared at Matteo. “It sounds like you’re pretty close to your staff.”
Matteo adjusted his shirt, making sure there were no wrinkles, and then crossed his right leg over his left.
“Yes, I like to think of all my employees as family. Many of the dancers you see here tonight live permanently at the château.”
Chase snorted. Of course, they did. He probably fucked them each on rotation. A different cock in his bed every night. Not a bad gig.
The man sitting next to him didn’t miss his side-smirk.
“It’s not like that, Mr. Harwick. Yes, occasionally, one of the dancers will come to me looking for some love and attention, but any sexual activity we participate in is mutually desired. Many of these dancers are people who I have helped in one way or another. Whether it was providing them with a safe place to live and gainful employment or helping them escape an abusive household or unhealthy environment. Many LGBTQ+ individuals are forced to live in households that are not supportive of their sexual identity and often find themselves at the hands of violence or verbal abuse. I try and help by providing resources and contacts that they can use to help get them out of unsafe or unhealthy environments.
“There have even been a few who I’ve sent to rehab for alcohol or drug addictions when I first found them. Many were living on the streets, doing whatever they could to get their next fix. I offered these people a chance at an escape. A chance to get themselves clean and break the endless cycle that’s been holding them down.
“Later, many chose to stay and become part of our unique and special family because they wanted to. Not because they had to. No one is forced to do anything they are uncomfortable with here at La Maison. It may all seem strange to you, but sexual activity and sexual exploration are much more liberal here in Europe.”
“That’s very commendable of you, Mr. Sabarino. Not many people would be so generous or kind-hearted. Most individuals just use people for their own gain.”
“It’s a symbiotic relationship I have with my family. I take care of them, and they take care of me. People fail to realize that if you treat people with love and respect, you will always have their love and loyalty returned.”
Wise words to live by.
“I have a question. Why do people call you Mr. M if your last name is Sabarino?” Chase asked, remembering what the server had called his boss earlier.
Matteo chuckled. “Most of the guys working here are millennials. They don’t exactly follow standard etiquette if you know what I mean. So, sometimes they call me M, short for Matteo.”
Chase nodded his head in understanding. That made sense.
Down near the stage, the music changed, and cheers erupted all around the club.
“Now it’s time for the real show to begin.” Matteo grinned, eyes burning with heat and desire.
On stage, five dancers emerged, all dressed in black leather harnesses and matching mesh briefs. Each dancer stalked across the stage, bringing with him raw sexual energy.
Hands explored each other’s bodies as each man licked and caressed and rubbed against each other in the most seductive and raunchy display known to man.
Men next to the stage leaned closer, hoping to get a better look at the hard bodies and bulging packages being played with on stage. Others grabbed Euros and began stashing them into whatever piece of material they could reach.
It was a frenzy of flesh and desire and cash, each man trying to get the attention of one of the dancers.
But one man stuck out from all the rest. The way he carried himself. His confidence. His raw, animalistic moves. The way his body contorted and each of his muscles flexed as he moved.
It was all so… erotic.
“Wow,” the word slipped out of Chase’s mouth before he even realized it was there.
Then, the young man turned to face the VIP section. It was him—the purple-eyed deity.
Holy hell.
The man was the embodiment of sexual energy. His flat stomach, his toned physique, his perfectly tight bubble butt. Jesus Christ.
Chase’s pants had suddenly become extremely tight.
“He’s quite the dancer,” Matteo said, nodding toward Levi or Vixen, as he liked to be called while performing on stage.
He told Chase that the name made him feel empowered, and it made him feel sexy—like he had every man’s attention focused on him, and he could make them do whatever he pleased.
“Yeah, he certainly is.” Chase couldn’t disagree. His cock was already at full mast and dying to break free.
