Finally. “Be there in ten.” He jumped on his bike and powered down the street. Ten minutes later, he walked past the long line and up to Big D.
“Hey, thanks for getting me this gig,” Big D said.
After the men spent a few minutes catching up, Big D swung open the door and Sin entered The Dungeon. The first floor—L1—was open to all members and guests of members. On this level, the clientele danced and ponied up to the bar. About half the crowd wore masks, but on L2 and L3 everyone wore one.
A cute brunette waved and hurried over. “Hey, Sin, I haven’t seen you in forever. You’re looking hot.”
“You, too.” He couldn’t remember her name. “How’ve you been?”
“Busy. Wanna catch up over a drink?”
“I’m meeting someone.”
“Bummer.” The woman slinked away.
Sin texted Dakota. “I’m here.”
“Meet me on L2,” Dakota texted back.
As Sin made his way toward the stairs, several women stopped him.
“Hey, Sin, can I buy you a drink?” asked a masked woman he didn’t recognize.
“I reserved a private room,” said her friend. “Can you join us?”
“Sorry, ladies.” He shot them a smile. “I hate to disappoint.”
The scent of Evangeline clung to him. Her beautiful essence had seeped into his soul and her heavenly taste lingered on his tongue. Because of her, he had zero interest in hooking up with these women. Pausing in front of the retina scanner, he waited while the software authenticated him. The light turned green, he yanked open the fire door, and took the stairs to the second floor.
When he exited, three women chatted nearby. “Why, hello,” said one of the women.
“We—”
Dakota strolled over. “What took you so long?”
“Oh, my God, there are two of them,” said one of the women. “Or I’m drunk and seeing double.”
The gals giggled.
One of the women introduced herself. “Can I buy either of you a drink?”
“Sorry, ladies,” Dakota said. “I’m on my way out.”
She whipped her head to Sin. “How ‘bout a nightcap? My treat.”
“I can’t, but thanks,” Sin replied.
“They’re too gorgeous,” said one of them. “I think I’m in love.”
“Have a good evening,” Dakota said over his shoulder as the men headed toward the other side of the room. “Need my mask?”
“No. I’m only here long enough to put the squeeze on Crow, then I’m out.”
On L2, elite-level members could cozy up to the bar or plant themselves at semi-circular booths that faced the stage and watch a variety of erotic shows. Two topless dancers swung on poles while masked men and women ogled their half-naked bodies.
“He’s at the bar in a brown mask,” Dakota murmured. “So far, he’s dropped a bunch of bills into the dancers’ thongs. In five, he’s got a lap dance on L3.”
“Who tipped you off?” Sin asked.
