Free Zeck by Khloe Wren Page A

up a chipie for some relief.
    “All of us, or just me and you?”
    “Me and you. Other boys are not like you and me.”
    I had no idea what he was talking about so fell back
on humor like I always did.
    “Well, so long as there’s plenty of women there, I’m a
happy man, Jas.”
    “I promise there will be women.”
    There was something about the glint in his eye that
made me nervous.
    “Ah, okay so when are we going and what should I
wear?”
    What I was wearing was damp with sweat from running
around on stage, so I’d definitely need to change.
    “I have it arranged. We go to hotel now, shower and
change. Then we go.”
    ****
    “Where are we going again? And are the leather pants
really necessary?”
    As I asked Jas, I attempted once more to rearrange
myself in the confines of the rear of the car. I’d checked in the mirror before
we left and I knew they looked fucking spectacular, but damn they were
restrictive on a man when it came to sitting down. I eyed the big man sitting
beside me. Jasko looked completely comfortable in his
own leathers. Like me, he wore a tight fitted black tank that did nothing to
hide the massive amount of muscle the man was packing.
    “Every man wears leather here. You get used to it
soon.”
    The sleek town car pulled up smoothly in front of a
bland looking stone building on the outskirts of downtown Paris. Jas got out
and moved to my side of the car. With a nervous inhale, I ran my palms over my
head, making sure my hair was still neatly pulled back in the elastic tie. I
pulled off my glasses and cleaned them before resettling them in place. My skin
tingled with unease. I hated having to disguise myself every time I went out.
Tonight I’d taken it easy, with only the stupid fake glasses and my shoulder
length hair tied up. The evening was warm and I couldn’t be screwed mucking
around with a wig that was only going to make me itch and uncomfortable all
night. I hoped it was enough. The last thing I wanted was to get recognized at
whatever this place was. I didn’t feel like handling a mob of fans at the
moment. Not with my mind reeling from what Jas had said. Was I really that
transparent?
    The door opened, and a rush of cold air flowed over me
as I rose from the vehicle. Out of habit, I held my breath, waiting for the
screams to start.
    “Private club. No fans here. You regular tourist
here.”
    I raised a brow at Jas. “Seriously? Not sure that’s
possible no matter how private the place is. But hey, I’ve got the toughest man
in the city with me, so I’m all good no matter what happens.”
    Jas’s shoulders straightened, and he smirked at me. I
was pretty sure Jas knew I was just yanking his chain, but whatever. If it made
him smile, it was all good. A horrible thought crept into my mind.
    “This isn’t some kind of joke is it? There are women in here?”
    So help me if Jas had brought me to a gay club …
because if he had, he so had the wrong band member! While I have nothing
against homosexuals, I wasn’t one. And tonight I really could use some female
company. Jas didn’t answer me, but pushed open the door and ushered me through
it. Heavy bass thumped through the walls of the small reception area. Jas
strolled over to an expensive looking desk. The woman standing next to it froze
my breath. She was a timid looking thing, dressed for sex in a purple corset
and black leather mini skirt. I took a deep breath. This was definitely not a
gay club.
    Jas leaned in and spoke directly into the woman’s ear,
and I smiled as the girl’s eyes widened and her gaze zoomed in on me. She
nodded at whatever Jas said, and before I knew it we were on our way down a
flight of stairs to the basement.
    Ducking through a dark red curtain, I found myself in
another world. I stood still and blinked as my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit
club. My spine straightened when they focused. There were women and a few men
bound to benches and crosses, or kneeling at another’s feet.
    “Jas?