Twelve: Tension At The Club

Travis's POV 

I pace gently through the lobby, hoping not to make sounds with my feet.

 It was quite difficult getting past the guards at the entrance, I had to present an ID card to them, to confirm I work in the mansion.

I didn't know that the moon will fall upon me will in Sammy's house. I didn't regret it though.

I was just few distance to my room, when Carlos got out of his.

I rolled my eyes in frustration as I know he's going to say something to me.

"Where are you coming from." His voice strikes coldly.

I bit my lips gently, wondering if I should give him an answer.

"I asked you a question!" He raised his voice.

"I...I went to pick up something from my apartment." I lied, trying hard to look into his eyes without flinching.

He swallowed.

"We're going to the club now." He said like a command.

"Club?" I retorted.

"You're my bodyguard aren't you? You're driving me to the club."

"Yes. But does Mr. Alva..." He cuts me off my words.

"Does Mr. Alvarez what? Approves?"

"Yes." I replied, even though it was a mockery he was imposing.

"Are you serious right now? Since when does he control my movement?"

I tightened my teeth.

"Hurry up, I've got to get a handsome one tonight." He said while fixing a black glass upon his eyes.

Damn it!

The only reason I'm worried in the first place is because I'm meant to see Mr. Alvarez in the reading room.

Who knows if he's even waiting there right now.

10:00pm everyday, that's his time.

I don't know Mr. Alvarez for sure, but from the looks of it he's worse than his son.

If Carlos threatens then Mr. Alvarez fulfils his.

I can't afford to miss seeing him tonight, I have to get him to trust me and see that I'm loyal to only him.

I have to use him to destroy his son.

Going to the club isn't going to help me out.

What if Mr. Alvarez replaces me with one of his hunky bodyguard?

They sure look attractive for a man who like men.

I can't afford to miss this opportunity right now.

I don't have his number else I'd have sent him a message about this.

I itched my head confused of what to do, yet no idea seem to be coming.

"If you don't get in the car in two minutes I'm going to have you replaced." He furrowed, putting his hands in his pockets while walking away.

I irked behind him.

It's not like his threat actually matter when I had his father cum yesterday.

I just have to make the right decision and play my cards well.

I heaved a sigh of relief after a brief thought and trailed after Carlos.

He must think highly of himself to see me an inch behind him.

If only I had the power to end his life right now.

What good will that be anywhere?

He has to suffer first, feel the pain of what he put my deceased girlfriend through.

The one he loves the most will be the last thing he sees before he closes those eyes of his.

The car drives freely in the wind upon the tiled road, while I navigated it.

A cool music played in the background while Carlos kept nodding his head to the rhythm.

The clubhouse was a mile away.

I should have changed my outfit at least.

The pant I was putting on had torn a little beneath the crotch area.

It was so tight that I hardly breathe down there.

"Yeah! That's the club." Carlos cited, excitedly, humming sounds that resembles a song.

I pulled the car away from the road and approached the lighted area.

He took out three condoms from the glove compartment.

I wonder what the need for the condoms are when he's going to fuck a man's ass.

"Let's go." He beckoned, getting out of the car.

I'm surprised, he didn't let me get the door for him this time.

"I can't come with you." I said, holding firmly to the wheel.

"Do I have to remind you everytime what you signed up for? You're my bodyguard, you follow me around." 

Fuck! I shouldn't upset him.

I got out of the car and adjusted my suit probably while I walked with him.

I've never been to a club before, it feels so weird being here.

I flashed my eyes at the lighted signboard that hung on the roof. It was a gay club bar.

So, my first club has to be a gay bar.

Whatever happens in there, I'm not letting anyone touch my body.

I could see some duos already making themselves cum outside, where the cars are being parked.

How they have no shame baffles me.

He stuck some cash into a man's hand at the entrance and we both walked in.

The club was dim, with neon lights dancing around the walls and casting a colorful view on the ground.

The air was thick with anticipation, rhythmic sounds playing at the background as stripers danced upon a pole half naked.

Laughter echoed in the room as gamblers had their fun in a corner.

You could hear the clenching of drinks and bottles.

The bartender mixed drinks and poured them into little cups for customers.

I've really only seen all this in movies, but a gay bar? That's an exception.

Everyone here seems to be having a good time, but not me.

I would give anything to get out of here right now.

"Hey! Go get yourself a drink." Carlos said, handing over to me some cash.

I took them from him and left with a frown.

I wasn't careless to let him out of my sight, I was intentional about knowing what he was up to.

He must have given me that money to make me go away.

He walked up to a stripper that has just finished dancing.

I saw him earlier staring at that particular man.

Slim, not much physique. Had a round shape butt and pins all over his nude.

He wore a net trunk that barely hide his dark gourd.

I nodded my head in disappointment seeing how Carlos ran after the stripper like a dog on heat.

"What would you like me to give you?" The bartender asked me.

Not that I've taken it before, but to feel amongst them I muttered, "a glass of liquor."

Within a blink of an eye he mixed the drink and gave to to me.

I paid him the stated amount on the menu attached to the wall.

I took a sip of the drink to taste it.

I felt a sharp burn down my throat.

The bartender squint at me wondering if I was okay.

"Hey, it's you from the office." A familiar voice called.

I turned immediately towards him and to my greatest surprise, it was...

Stanley.