Phoenix Gay Bathhouse Novels & Stories

Rai leaned toward me. "They now own the bar that Richard used to work at," he told me. I chuckled and told Richard congrats. Rai stood up and pulled on my hand. "We're going, have a gay day you two," Rai laughed playfully and both men waved at us as we left their home. I climbed up into the jeep and simply watched the attractive man drive. He didn't say anything as we drove out of Tucson and headed towards Phoenix. I watched Rai curiously, wondering what he was planning for our day date. He glanced at me and grinned.

The escort service Cartwright runs is in the older Encanto area of Phoenix known for its lower rent, shady dealings, and dead bodies. The location goes hand-in-hand with his workforce of women. They would probably do better standing on a street corner. He provides services for a less discerning clientele than what Elegant Escorts has. If you want to get laid cheaply by women with drug habits and missing teeth, Cartwright is your man.

THREE YEARS LATER…… The night was still young and many luxurious cars and reporters geared up with cameras and equipment at the gate to the Royal Phoenix Hotel. The Royal Phoenix Hotel was the most prominent in D.C. It had gabled roofs, large bay windows, and sculpted stonework lit like a palace in a storybook. The Golden West Age Group was throwing one of its famous soirées, and the city’s tycoons and social elites had come to glitter. A black Benz eased to a stop at the hotel entrance. Reporters squeezed forward, lenses clicking.

But just then, the world tilted. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. The protective barrier around the Phoenix Court, the one my mother had sealed with a fragment of her very soul had shattered. "That's impossible," I whispered. No demon beast, no matter how powerful, should have been able to breach it. Not unless…there was a traitor. Franz and I rushed out. The clan was in chaos. High-level demon beasts had invaded. A fledgling Phoenix, barely ten, was pinned beneath the foot of a boar-beast. She was moments from death.

Cyrus stared at him, speechless. Kenneth let out a sheepish laugh. "Hold on, hold on. Once we find this place, I can figure out where the base is." He explained that the bathhouse had been opened by one of his former comrades. Back then, Kenneth would stop by once or twice a year to catch up and support the business. "The Steamy Side Bathhouse, huh? Steamy indeed," Cyrus muttered as he gave the signboard a slow, amused clap. The owner had clear talent.

"She's at Phoenix." I froze. "Phoenix? What's she doing there?" I dreaded to know the answer to that, knowing what the fuck happens in Phoenix. To others, it was just a bar, but it was more than that. It was a front for a sex club. Only the VIPs and the workers know about that. Though Lylah might not know about the second business, it would only take meeting the wrong person to break through her innocence. I started my car without waiting for his response, my blood boiling at the thought of other men touching what was mine.

"Hey you, take down the banner at the entrance that says 'Wishing Mr. Angelo Winston a Happy 50th Birthday!' instead." Just as the hotel manager was going to proceed according to the young woman's instructions, she was stopped by Jate of course. "Stop! I have booked the Phoenix Hall for my dad's 50th birthday celebration. Who would have the audacity to take our venue?" Jate said cooly.

Stepping into the presidential suite on the top floor, Amber gave Alexander a knowing nod before helping the still-petrified Bermita into the en-suite bathroom for a much-needed hot shower to calm her nerves. "Mister Kane, everything's been handled," Aaron reported, standing before the coffee table and bowing slightly to Alexander, who was lounging on the couch. "If my timing's right, Coleman should be dead by now. The Quain family will be stirring. Aaron's eager to be of service to you, Mister Kane, but..." Still, there was a catch. The Phoenix Grand Hotel sat in the North District of Phoenix City, a world away from Twilight Avenue. Phoenix City's unspoken rules were clear: outsiders could

Am I one of those whores now? I’ve heard enough rumours and stories about the wants of human men, my mind immediately assumes shifters are ten times more depraved. The more possibilities I considered the more rapid my breathing became, my hands began trembling all over again. Martha saw my flustering panic and said soothingly, “it is a women only bathhouse at this time of day, designed to aid your recovery dear. You shall be brought back here after…if that is acceptable?”

“Hi. I’d like to visit, please. The… uh… bathhouse.” “You gay, pumpkin?” The bluntness catches me off guard. I rub the back of my neck. “No, ma’am.” “Mmm-hmm.” She looks me up and down, then sets her nail file aside. “Sugar, this here’s a place for men who like men. You get that, right? Ain’t no ordinary spa. This is a safe space where boys come to play. You know what I mean?” I can feel the tips of my ears turning red. “Uh, yeah, I get it.”