Tinsel Town was…insane! The place looked like nothing more than an unassuming warehouse from the outside, but inside, the place was like a dystopian underground city. The bar was the center piece of the lower floor, yes lower floor. Three floors above us, people leaned over balconies and guardrails, watching the large cage where three women dressed in silver metallic, glittering body suits danced erotically, which hung above the lower floor of the bar. The bar staff was ridiculously gorgeous, men and women who smiled with enthusiasm and flipped shakers and glasses around their heads with expertise. A large stage sat to one side, a DJ was set up in the center of it, his muscular chest bare, his eyes closed as he moved rhythmically to the sounds and songs he was creating at his fingertips. Practically naked, gorgeous women danced around him, but he somehow managed to ignore them. Every now and again slips of metallic paper and confetti would rain down from the floors above, tangling in clothes and hair. I don’t know how long I stood there and stared with my mouth agape, but when Casey nudged my chin, forcing my mouth closed, and Decker laughed, pulling me forward, I guessed it was a while. I felt majorly overdressed, in a little black dress that ended with a tuff of tulle just shy of my ass and cowboy boots. The women around me were wearing little more than underwear. Casey flashed a card as we approached a roped off area, and the enormous bouncer pulled the rope back, allowing us to enter the VIP area. The only light came from scones along the walls that held blue bulbs. Leather lounge chairs, chaises, bean bags, and bar stools were scattered around the VIP section, and waitresses flitted around, delivering drinks. I was pulled to an empty table surrounded by stools. As I slid onto one, my eyes continued to soak up the vision before me. Decker leaned forward, his breath warm at my ear.
“Do they have anything like this in Texas?”
I shook my head. He knew damn well they didn’t have anything like this in Texas. I was certain there was nowhere else like this in the universe. Decker’s hand fell to my thigh, giving me a gentle squeeze as he leaned into a waitress to give her our order.
Casey looked…bright. His spandex pants were florescent green, his fitted vest had a Scottish themed red and green plaid, and he wore no shirt under the vest. The mop on top of his head had been sprayed with extra hold lacquer into something that resembled a wave. He wore green eye shadow and a dash of glitter on his accented cheeks. Lionel, on the other hand, looked remarkably understated in a grey linen suit. My eyes moved to Decker, who, of course, looked edible. He wore black dress pants with a black button down shirt rolled to the elbow. So simple, yet all I wanted to do was throw him down onto one of the couches and have my wicked way with him. He noticed the sparkle in my eye.
“Later,” he whispered the promise in my ear.
Casey grabbed my hand. “Let’s show these stiffs how to dance.”
I followed him out of the VIP area and onto the dance floor, which seemed to be anywhere around the bar. Unlike the people around us, who were grinding and shaking their bodies against each other, Casey took my hand and began to dance me around just like he had done on the roof of his apartment. He spun me, dipped me, and threw me around like a little dancing doll and I somehow managed to keep up. When we eventually made our way out of the heated furnace of dancing bodies, sweat was dripping down my back and into my dress. Well, that wasn’t particularly sexy. Not until Decker leaned over and licked my neck.
“Salty,” he murmured. When he went to hand me water, I bypassed it for the beer he had ordered and I drank the entire darn thing without so much as pausing. “My girl’s in the mood to party.”
Feeling daring, or perhaps a tiny bit tipsy from the beer, I stood on my toes and whispered in his ear, “Your girl is in the mood to drag you into a dark corner and fuck you.” I drew away and winked. “Later,” I mouthed.
The wicked grin he bestowed upon me had me biting my lower lip with a little trepidation. I kind of hoped he didn’t expect me to indulge in any public displays of sexuality. I didn’t think I could, but the thought of Decker pushing me up against a dark wall, obscuring my body from seeing eyes... Hells bells, my nipples were suddenly drawn to loaded points. I crossed my arms in an attempt to cover them, but Decker had already noticed, his hungry gaze rising from the gentle swell of my chest.
“Tequila for the Texan!” shouted Casey. It broke the lusty haze Decker and I had fallen into. “Lick, sip, suck.” Shots of tequila, a shaker of salt, and lime wedges were emptied from a tray, onto our table. We salted our hand and placed our limes in front of us. With a quick lick, the burning shot went down my throat followed by the soothing suck of lime. My first shot was down. I loved tequila, but it was a sneaky mother. One minute you could be downing shots and dancing like a sexy beast, the next minute you’re on the floor wondering when the hell you lost your shoes and where the hell your pants went. The trick was water. Lots of water. I drank an entire glass before the next shot.
“Hold up,” Decker commanded as we went to salt up.
With a naughty grin he leaned forward and licked just below my collarbone. I moaned, loudly, then thanked god for the loud music. He tipped a little salt over the spot he had just licked, then grabbed a quarter of lime and slipped it between my teeth. “The only way to lick, sip, and suck.” Then he licked away the salt, his hot tongue on my skin was like heaven. He threw down his shot and took the lime from my lips, but quickly discarded it to take my mouth in a ravenous kiss. When he pulled away, I was breathless. I glanced at Casey who was beaming at us. He turned to Lionel with a playful look in his eyes.
“Oh, hell no. You are not licking or sucking anything off me in public,” Lionel refused.
“You can do me Casey,” I cried, the alcohol burning away my brain cells.
“Not a chance, Country,” Decker growled. “I don’t share, not even with gay men.”