Page 76 of Baby Duke

I move to stand with Law as Brett receives his thorough pat down without complaint.

As we wait, the doors leading back to the elevator open, and a large group walks in, led by a man not even close to Brute’s size, however, his muscular form flexes beneath his too-tight uniform. He wears a mask identical to Brutes.

The group is mostly men, their ages varying from middle-aged to older if the bald or greying hair and lifeless, lined skin beneath their own half-masks were anything to go by. The singular lady in their presence wears a white mask, as Brute had said the women do. She is wearing a tiny, thin, burgundy dress that looks more like a skimpy nightgown a younger woman would wear. Though seemingly the youngest in the group, I still estimated her age to be in the late thirties.

She eyes the three of us like we are prime scotch fillets accidentally shelved amongst mince and sausages. I shudder as her lips widen into a hungry smile; her eyes latched onto mine.

Disgusted, I sneer at her before turning back as Law receives his pat down, not nearly as comfortable as Brett had been.

"Watch it!" He exclaims when the guy cups his crutch. "What could I possibly stash between my balls and cock?"

I smirk before remembering I've yet to receive a ball fondle myself. Fucking fantastic.

The chattering group steps up to the desk, each handing over their phones and wallets without having been told. Obviously, they have been here before.

"You're up, Baby Duke," Law says, smacking me on the shoulder.

I curse as I move to stand before the guy doing the touching and feeling side of things.

"Arms up," he grumbles.

I reluctantly comply, my body tense and stomach taught as he runs his hands and fingers through every fucking crevasse of my body. I about punch the guy as my cock and balls are patted by the big fucker.

By the time it’s over, I am shaking like a damn leaf, half in a sickening disgust and half in anger.

"Me next, Rage! Me next!" The lady exclaims excitedly, brushing shoulders with me before standing with her legs and arms spread, the skirts of her dress rising dangerously high.

The guy, Rage, must smirk behind his mask because his eyes crinkle and sparkle. I feel sick to my stomach as he runs his hands over her body, tweaking her nipples as he cups her breasts and spends far too long between her thighs. The lady moans and giggles at his intrusions.

My lip curls, repulsed. I turn back to Brute and the others, Law and Brett, wearing similar looks of disgust.

"What's next, Brute?" I ask, eager to move on from this room.

He opens his mouth to reply, but the door from which we had entered opens again, and a frazzled Trent rushes through. His wide eyes scope the other group before falling on us.

"West!" he hisses, jogging over, his eyes alight.

"You are supposed to be with the girls!" I growl, meeting him halfway and grabbing him by the front of his unkempt button-up shirt. "Where are they?"

"I don't know!" he whispers urgently. My stomach drops.

"The fuck do you mean you don't know?"

Law and Brett join us while Brute waits impatiently by the double doors that undoubtedly lead to The Den proper.

"Ok, so I was running late, as you know, but I went straight to the café East told me about, where she said she and Roe would be waiting. The rush hour traffic was hectic, so I was even later arriving than I had said I would be. The doors were locked, but I could see someone still inside, so I knocked and hollered until she came over to talk to me. I described East and Roe to her and she said they had left hours ago.

"Assuming they had gotten sick of waiting, I went to the hotel. They said no one had collected the keys to the penthouse yet. I decided to wait there for the girls, assuming they must have decided to go to their day spa after all, but as night came and they didn't show, I set up my laptop and- you know how I'm good with computers, yeah?"

"Get on with it before I smash your teeth out," I growl, my nerves shot as the story progresses. My body is trembling, and my stomach is in knots because I know, I justknow, the story is about to get worse.

"Ok, ok! So, I hacked into the city's security system." I raise an impressed eyebrow. I hadn't known he wasthatgood. "Sure enough, they had left the café only half an hour after you guys had. They left with Mr. Foster, followed him into a side alley, and didn’t come out again.”

"The fuck do you mean they didn't come out!" I whisper yell, fully aware of the group and Brute glancing back at us in intrigue as our demeanors change.

"I’m getting there! Dude, you're choking me!"

Belatedly, I realize my grip on him has indeed tightened. I release him and clench my fists at my sides.

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