Back Rooms の小説・ストーリー

The restaurant is expensive and quiet -- the kind of place where powerful people go to have conversations that need to stay entirely private. Alessandra has reserved the back room, the one with the single entrance and the kitchen exit that leads to the alley. Security matters. Contingencies matter. Everything matters when you're about to detonate your sister's entire world.

The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can leave. They reached the entrance of the underground office that had been designated for the deal. A heavy oak door, with a subtle brass plate marking it as Room 17, stood slightly ajar, revealing a glimpse of the clandestine negotiations going on within. The air within the dimly lit space was thick with the scent of wine, cigars and the low hum of hushed conversations. The scent washed over him, familiar in all the wrong ways. Familiar, but in the way a burned down husk of a family home was familiar.

The Bar Tender With The Hot Dick(3) CHAPTER 3 — BACK ROOM The back room smelled like old wood, spilled beer, and the faint metallic tang of cleaning solution. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, yellowish glow over stacked cardboard boxes and metal shelves lined with extra liquor bottles. The space was cramped, intimate in a way that made my skin prickle. There was barely enough room for the two of us, and the air felt thicker the second Jax closed the door behind us.

Everything is frayed, the seams of my life coming apart. The lounge is silent when we enter, save for the low, hypnotic pulse of jazz through the walls. The front end continues its charade of high-end craft cocktails and polite conversation, but we slip through the hidden bulkhead in the larder, guarded by sentries who offer only a sharp, knowing nod. The back room reeks of aged leather and woodsmoke. It is my fortress. Zane moves to the bar and pours a triple measure of malt. Lucien paces, the floorboards groaning under his weight. Draven leans against the mantel, eyes fixed on the fire as if demanding a confession.

Zayden asked; fingers curled into a ball, knuckles turning white. “There is one door in the backroom. In fact, it’s not very far from the lady’s room. You think—” Viraj couldn’t even finish when Akshat returned, panting and huffing out loud and deep breaths. “There’s a backdoor,” he wheezed, trying to catch his breath. “I saw,” gulped, “Her scent is there. She must have—” Zayden flicked his hand, gesturing him to stop.

Her age, her dismissal… it was too rehearsed. Just as I was about to turn the corner, ready to dismiss the pawn shop as a bust and move on to the next lead, a sudden, instinctual itch pricked at the back of my neck. Back door. The words flashed in my mind, a whisper that demanded attention. Most businesses, especially ones that dealt in cash and questionable goods, had a back entrance for discreet deliveries, or… discreet exits. The girl’s too-eager dismissal, her guarded eyes – it wasn't just about not knowing him. It was about where he wasn't.

Remy “Back office,” Todd said, very soft, to no one and both of us. “I’ll lock the lobby. Jacek’s covering the road.” I turned, trotted through the shop door, and let the bay swallow me. The concrete was warm from the day’s labor. Grease cut the cold smell and reminded me of the human work that keeps the wolf fed. In the small back room we use for emergencies, I let the shift pull me back upright.

*** At West 207th Street… A few yards into the showroom for Fred Walker's clothing company began the aura of luxury signifying Fred's worldly taste and success: his polished marble floors gleamed under the brutal white lights, while cool-glass strategic offices reflected the glory of the empire he had built brick by brick. Members of the staff brushed crisply down the halls, whispered conversations accentuating their busyness.

Elena's breath hitched, her pussy clenching at the tease, already so wet she could feel the slickness coating her inner thighs with every step. The bar's back room was tucked behind a black door marked "Private," the kind of place where deals went down or, more likely, clothes came off. Jax shoved it open without a word, the thump of the music dulling to a muffled pulse as they stepped inside. The air was heavier here, thick with the faint scent of old smoke and spilled liquor, lit by a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. There were no windows and no escape, just raw, enclosed space that made Elena's skin prickle with anticipation.

LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL The Back Room, Earl's Diner, Temperance, South Dakota. Layla felt like she could hardly breathe after parting from the handsome stranger known as Brick and made her way out the back exit to take a breather as she attempted to come to her senses. Being around that strange man had done something to her, but it didn't seem like a bad thing at least until she moved away from him. With her head spinning and her movements light, Layla rested against the side of the outer wall of the building amid the shade.