Page 60 of Spies Like Us

“You tell your roommate to come and see me as soon as he gets to the private party tomorrow. I’m sure we can work out some kind of deal.” Matthew is practically gleeful.

“You’ll enjoy looking after Max Turner for me, won’t you, Mac?” he asks, staring at me like he’s waiting for me to refuse. “He will be very handy to have in my pocket.”

“He’s my teacher at school,” I argue half-heartedly. I can’t seem too eager.

“And that’s stopped you in the past, has it?” Matthew raises an eyebrow. “Brock said he heard some interesting noises coming from Max Turner’s office when you were in there for tutoring.”

I blush and look away from him, not meeting any of their eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I deny lamely.

“Sure. I bet if you’re good to him tomorrow, you won’t have any problems passing history.” He walks away, the discussion obviously over. “I’ll see you all tomorrow. Meet us here, and we will take you to the private party,” he instructs. “Don’t be late or even think about not attending. I have that video, and I can make both your lives hell.” He stops and looks back at Miller and me. “Understand?” he asks, and we both nod.

“Don’t worry, boss, I’ve got you. I’ll make sure they are there,” Anders assures him, and both Miller and I glare at him, almost in sync.

Matthew just chuckles. “You’re not doing yourself any favors, Anders. Not sure Mac will help you relax anymore.”

Anders shrugs. “Not like I’m short on pussy working here, and I’m pretty certain hers will be flogged out by the time Max is done with her. He’s not known to be gentle.”

Matthew laughs a deep belly laugh. “Well, that is interesting to learn. I may have to charge a fee for any damage. You break it, you buy it kind of policy. Alright, see you all later.” He waves a hand and disappears down the steps.

“I call dibs on putting a bullet in his brain,” Miller mutters quietly so that only I can hear.

“Be my guest,” I murmur and go to find my boots, feeling slightly queasy at the knowledge they’ve been doing this a long time. This town is going to suffer when we finish with all the arrests. They are going to be down a few prominent business owners as well as a pastor, school guidance counselor, and chief of police—not to mention whoever else we discover using the sex club tomorrow. It’s not a big deal if they have consensual partners, but prostitution is illegal in Georgia, and I have no doubt people at the end of all this will be charged.

When I return, the guys are out on the dance floor, collecting empties from the various tables scattered around the perimeter. I look around to make sure we’re alone before saying, “Did you know there are sex rooms here?” I ask Anders, going over to the door I saw Cindy enter. I lost track of time and didn’t see her come out, but I’m assuming she did. Still, I carefully open the door and sigh with relief when no one is in there.

“Holy crap! I had no idea.” Anders appears behind me and looks over my shoulder. This room has a bed in it with rumpled sheets, and it smells like sex. “The extra staff that were on today only work Thursday nights. For some reason, it’s one of the biggest nights of the week. I’ve never noticed them coming and going like they did tonight. All five of them took a turn in the cage before swapping out. I wonder if they all had clients.”

I go to the other room, and it’s in the same condition. I screw up my nose. “Well, I hope they changed the sheets between clients, because there are only two rooms.”

“Are we supposed to clean these too?” Miller asks, and Anders shrugs.

“I have no idea. I didn’t even know they were here.”

“Let’s leave them for now. Matthew isn’t an idiot. He would have said something if he wanted us to clean them,” I suggest, and the other two agree with me. I just close the door and grab a few glasses off a table when one of the other staff members appears. She’s towing a man by the hand, and they are giggling to one another.

“Oh, hey!” She stops and looks surprised to see the three of us. “Um, we’re just going to…” She trails off and looks at the sex rooms.

“Have fun,” I tell her and turn my back on them. The guys continue to clean up while they go into the rooms. We continue to clean, but soon enough, loud sex sounds start to ring out.

“Fuck, I guess those rooms aren’t soundproof,” Miller grumbles, and I giggle at what we’re hearing.

“They don’t need to be when the music is playing, I guess.” Anders smirks.

We keep cleaning, Miller and I focusing on the tables and empties while Anders concentrates on the bar. I’m just wiping down the last of the tables when the noise gets louder, and I roll my eyes.

“She’s totally faking that,” I say to the guys as the girl shrieks and begs and pleads. I return to the sink to rinse out my cloth.

“Sounds like she’s having a good time to me.” Anders chuckles, and I roll my eyes.

“Please, nobody sounds like that during sex.”

“I don’t know, I’m pretty sure I heard those kinds of sounds coming from the closet under the stairs yesterday, and I’m certain it wasn’t a house elf.” Miller bursts out laughing at Anders’s cheeky words, and I just stare at him in amazement. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him laugh before. It’s stunning.

“I don’t sound like that.” I shake off my daze and glare at Anders.

“Sure, Dobby. I’ll make sure to record you next time. I almost came in my pants from the sounds,” Anders says, losing the laughter as his eyes heat with something else.

“Are you almost done?” Keith appears at the top of the stairs, smirking when he hears the noises coming from the sex room.

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