Behind Their Veneers

He gulped down the remnant of the Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru wine glistening in his wineglass as his eyes followed the every move of the stripper before him as the soft music played in the background.He was currently in one of the clubs he owned in Manhattan. He had hundreds of them across New York, thousands across the country and millions across the globe. There were two females hanging off of him and a third one who was currently pole dancing before him. A blonde in a hot pink lingerie, a redhead in a baby blue one and the stripper, who was a brunette, was in a fiery red-hot lingerie.He had discarded his suit jacket and tie as he sat in his plain white T–shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing his ravishingly tanned chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, making his forearm muscles be on show.  The blonde and redhead let their hands roam round his b

The rhythmic sound reverberated round the eerily silent office as a knock came through the door. That was the only sound in the room, other than the small pendulum model on his desk which swung in the air, hitting the others and causing the last bob to swing in the air before again hitting the mediators, the cycle repeating itself.The lone figure sat behind the huge black desk in his signature outfit; clad in black, excluding the white T–shirt underneath his tie as his eyes remained glued to the picture sitting idly on his desk.His face was shrouded in the darkness hovering around the office, leaving his chocolate brown eyes to glint devilishly in the blackness. His hands were placed together as his fingers formed a mini hill, his stance completely rigid as he kept his eyes trained on the picture.The sound came again as the person on the other side awaited the order to come in but was only met with the silence.

“Damn! My nose can not take it anymore! I gotta have a taste!” Oriana shouted as she emerged from the stairs, freshly showered and sprinted into the kitchen where Emerald was currently making dinner.“Please Mera. I'm practically salivating like a canine,” she begged as she clasped her hands together as though in prayer while giving Emerald a look that was supposed to be a puppy dog eyes look but was rather a look that made her appear as though she were having a hard time defecating.Emerald only rolled her eyes and continued humming to the music playing from the headphones around her ears. She cleared the kitchen island of the mess she had made while mixing before carrying the used bowl, spatula and other utensils and placing them in the sink to begin washing.“Mera. . . Come on,” Oriana whined again but was only ignored in return.Emerald heard a groan and moments late

“You look so perfect standing there In my American apparel underwear And I know now, that I'm so downYour lipstick stain is a work of artI got your name tattooed in an arrowed heartAnd I know now, that I'm so down (hey!). . .”The unearthly descant — sounding more like a frustrated harangue from a rat that had been starving for months — escaped from Oriana's mouth as she bounced from one couch to another, the daily newspaper folded into a cylindrical shape, resembling a microphone held in her paws as the music — from artistes unknown to Emerald — continued blasting through the speaker, making Emerald's ear throb from the noise.She really had no idea how she sounded. Even the grunts from a gravid donkey in labour sounded more bearable than the sounds that left her throat. At some point, she let out something similar to a strangled cry, leaving Emerald to worry if she was perhaps choking on her own saliva.

Jordan made his way into the club through the hidden back door of which only he and Keelan knew. The door had been strictly guarded and very necessary to avoid having to weave through endless bodies of sweats and reeking hormones.As he rounded the dark corner, he immediately spotted the hunched over figure of his friend seated at the bar, his hands resting on the marble countertop as his fingers scrolled through his phone while he took a sip of what looked like martini.Sensing the foreboding presence of his friend, Keelan looked up from his phone and sure enough, there was his friend approaching him with his usual stoic face; his hands were embedded deep into the pockets of his black pants. As usual, he was dressed in a black suit with a black tie around his neck.A smile crawled unto Keelan's face as he immediately tucked his phone in his pocket and got up to greet his friend, their usual pleasantry a typical hand shake as