Page 5 of Make You Miss Me

Trent

5 months earlier

Walking into Masqued, the excitement along with the lust in the room is palpable. I didn’t realize how cool my older brother Trevor was until we walked into this place.

This club is sick. The main area is set in the center of the place with views from the upper two floors. Iron and glass railings leave an open view for members to see the shows below from all areas of the building. The tall walls are covered with deep red curtains that match the intricate iron and wood furnishings that take up most of the open main floor.

Sexy-ass chicks walk around serving the patrons drinks, socializing, and dancing. Everyone here is disguised in a mask which only adds to the overall sex appeal of this place.

At first, I tried turning down Trevor’s offer to spend my birthday weekend with him in New York City. I didn’t want to leave my boys and my hookups behind because, what else would make an eighteenth birthday special? Sorry, but let’s be honest, I am a teenage Bo… nope, a teenage man now and of course, our birthdays must consist of the Fantastic Four.

Bros, Booze, Blunts, and Booty.

But my brother promised me a wild night at an unforgettable club with way more ass than I could handle.

So of course, I said, “Count my mother-fucking ass in.”

We walk up to the end of the long bar where my brother is welcomed with a wide flirtatious smile from the bartender. She greets my brother like an old friend. “What’s up handsome… You want your usual?”

My brother nods and says, “Thanks, Cass.”

Cass looks at me, then her eyes drop to my wrist and the wristband that tells the world I’m not twenty-one yet.

Trevor speaks up when the bartender remains silent. “Cass, this is my younger brother, Trent. We’re celebrating his eighteenth birthday, hence the wristband.”

I put on my best smile, hoping like hell she’ll ignore the band and serve me a beer.

“Oh no, I don’t think so… That southern boy charm won’t work on me.” She smiles back, giving my brother a wink as she does.

This club is so upscale there’s a yearly membership fee, which allows members to bring guests. If the guests are underage, they must wear a discreet black band. Everyone, including the employees, has on masks which gives it even more of a forbidden feel.

I didn’t understand why Trevor handed me a mask before we got here, but now it all makes sense.

Masqued may be full of people half-dressed and ready to fuck, but you can tell they run a tight ship that requires their clients to have deep pockets. The fact my brother can afford a membership here and the penthouse he has in Manhattan solidifies the fact that he’s doing more than working for a private practice.

I’ve always looked up to my brother. I wanted to be a doctor just like him and our father, but I see myself more in the hospital setting, directly at the bedside, helping people. I’d be kidding myself if I didn’t admit to the appeal of his lifestyle.

My parents thought it was strange when he left the hospital one year into his career after his residency, claiming to work for a private practice, but after seeing how he lives this weekend, something doesn’t quite add up. I ain’t saying shit, though. It doesn’t directly affect me, and he’s a grown-ass man. I’m just curious.

I turn back to the bar and catch Cass smirking at me as she pours the blue label Johnny Walker into the glass. “Well, there is plenty of fun to be had here with or without alcohol. Happy birthday, little brother!”

Trying hard not to stare at her tits, I thank her and turn to look around the room while Trevor continues making small talk with her.

No one is on the large center stage just yet. Trevor told me the main event starts in about thirty minutes.

Several lap dances are going on around the room. Some of the Masqued girls are at the tables hanging with the other parties, mostly made up of men, but there are plenty of women members here too.

Members are hanging out on the upper floors as well, sipping cocktails while overlooking the booths and bustling main floor below them.

I’m particularly interested in what’s going on down the hall that runs behind the main stage. I’ve noticed multiple guests disappear that way, especially the couples.

The need to know what’s back there has me wanting to leave my brother behind.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts by a sexy voice. “Hey Cass, you got table fifteen’s drinks ready?”

I don’t even hear Cass respond because I look over and see the most beautiful set of blue eyes looking back at me. She’s wearing a lacelike black mask that’s decorated with hanging jewels. The way it contrasts with her cerulean gaze makes her eyes so hypnotizing.

I feel like such a chump, but her eyes are sparkling. She looks younger than Cass, maybe even around my age but it’s hard to tell because I can’t see her full face. Fuck me… I can see her nipples through her thin lace top. Damn that outfit. It’s like lingerie but a dress, all black and fucking perfect on her.

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