21. Jared

21

JARED

W ith the light shining on his face, he slowly stroked his cock on stage. He locked eyes with Dr. J, a portly man with thinning dark hair and a mustache that twitched when he smiled.

Yeah, you want this cock, don't you? Jared's eyes asked the smiling gentleman, currently licking his lower lip as his eyes drifted from Jared's eyes to his rock-hard abs, then down to his massively stiff dick.

He held out his cock, showing the audience his swollen mushroom head. Jared was proud of his dick. It was big, thick, and strong. It was the type of dick that most men wished they had, and most women—and a few men—wished was pressing deep inside them. This was one of the reasons that Jared worked at La Maison . He was confident in his body, he didn't mind the attention, and it was easy money.

Older men flocked to him and showered him with gifts, vying for his attention and craving a taste of the rod between his legs.

Jared had spent years after being kicked out of the army trying to hold down a regular job, but between the depression and the PTSD, he found it difficult to stick to a set work schedule. At least here, Matteo cared enough to recognize the signs and gave Jared the space and time that he needed to work through his issues.

Raising his arm, he flexed his bicep, loving the groans escaping several men sitting next to the stage.

Yeah, you fucking love these muscles .

An older gentleman sporting white hair on the sides and a big bald spot on top used his walker to slide up to the stage.

Jared smiled at the sweet, determined man. He walked to the edge of the stage, then got down on one knee, spreading his legs so that the old man could slip his hundred Euros into the top of Jared's underwear.

"Thank you," Jared whispered, jumping off the stage and landing right next to the old man. "How about a hug?"

The man smiled, not expecting to receive so much attention, especially during a routine.

Jared wrapped his big arms around the man's frail body and gave him a gentle squeeze. With his left hand, he took the man's shaking hand and placed it on his own ass cheek.

"Give him a squeeze," Jared teased.

The old man chuckled as he gave Jared a surprisingly strong squeeze on the ass.

"If only I were thirty years younger," the man said, releasing Jared's ass cheek and smiling up at the ex-army stud standing over him.

"Then it would be you up on that stage, and I would still be in my daddy's balls," Jared laughed, giving the man a tiny wink.

He wrapped his arm around the man's waist, then slowly walked with him back to his seat. He was careful with maneuvering the man's walker around the room. He didn't want to embarrass the man or make it look like the man needed assistance walking. He simply wanted to be a gentleman and escort a sweet and generous man back to his seat. Give the man the attention he deserved.

The other part Jared loved about this job was meeting kind people who just wanted a bit of attention. This man reminded Jared of his own grandfather. They had placed his grandfather in a nursing home about ten years ago, where he caught pneumonia and passed away the following Christmas.

Jared missed his granddad.

When he was a kid, the man used to take him to the cinema, where they would spend all Sunday afternoon watching back-to-back movies. When they got home at night, his gran had a delicious dinner waiting for them and his mother. Jared's father did what most poor English men did in his neighborhood—once he unloaded his seed in his mom, he fucked right off—another unknown dude in an English pub.

Around them, the music changed, and the sex twins stepped out onto the stage. The crowd went wild, whistling and shouting lewd comments—a normality at La Maison , especially with drunk, horny, rich men.

Watching as the twins took the stage, Jared wondered if the two ever crossed swords in the bedroom. According to Anders, that was the most commonly requested act the two received when entertaining in the private suites.

Gunnar and Anders were a package deal. They charged slightly more than other dancers for a private session, but the two claimed that the double-act experience was well worth the extra funds.

Anders never clarified whether the two brothers actually smacked swords together or if they remained firmly on their own sides during the double act. On stage, the two brothers often caressed each other's bodies in a seductive manner, but they never touched each other's junk or kissed one another. Yet, somehow, watching the two on stage always raised the temperature in the room.

Giving the old man a kiss on the cheek and a pat on his chest, Jared made his way to the bar where Diesel was currently adjusting the sausage in his drawers.

"Don't forget to wash your hands," Jared quipped as he signaled the bartender for a water.

Diesel sniffed his fingers and then passed them toward Jared.

"Ew. Fuck your sweaty ball sack," Jared groaned, swatting Diesel's nasty fingers away from his face.

Diesel chuckled. Always the man pig.

That was part of Diesel's persona. He was the bad boy who didn't give a fuck. The man who stayed out all night drinking and fucking, then spent all day snorting lines and sucking dick. Well, these days, it wasn't so much snorting lines as it was lounging by the pool and doing yoga with Teo. But at night, there was plenty of dick-sucking, ass-pounding, and booze swallowing.

That was Diesel. A tiger never changes its stripes.

"Thanks, Levi," Jared said, taking the water bottle and unscrewing the cap. He took a long drink, then wiped the stray drops of water as they ran down his chin.

Levi had been helping out behind the bar while he worked on getting his bartending license and learning how to mix drinks. For legal reasons, a licensed bartender mixed and served the drinks while Levi watched, learned, and passed out water bottles and soft drinks.

"You seen Isaac around?" Jared asked, scanning the perimeter of the room, hoping to find the blue-haired pain in the ass.

Levi shook his head. "Do you think he's off sulking somewhere?"

They were in uncharted territories with this one. Normally, when Isaac got mad, shit like that bothered him for all of two seconds before he left the room and totally forgot why it was that he was mad—usually being distracted by some other unimportant thing. Another reason that Jared suspected Isaac had ADHD. But dealing with emotional trauma from his past? Jared wasn't quite sure how Isaac would deal with that little problem.

"I'm sure he is probably playing video games in his room," Matteo added, pulling up a barstool next to Jared.

He was probably right.

"Okay, let me know when he comes down. I should probably go spend some time with Boris. He mentioned earlier that he was in the middle of merging his company with another of the major petroleum companies in Russia."

Matteo slapped Jared on the back. "That's a good idea. Find out if there are any other bidders they are considering as well. I want to make sure we have all of our bases covered."

Even in times of crisis, Matteo was always placing his pawns on the board.

Just as Jared turned to make his way over to Boris, a man's voice was heard screaming, followed by a loud crash and the roar of a tiger.

Matteo's eyes went wide.

"Raj!" Jared shouted, taking off toward the sound of chaos erupting outside.

Levi jumped over the bar while Matteo and Diesel leaped from their seats. All three charged after Jared, listening to the terrified screams and shouts exploding everywhere.

The warm September air slapped Jared in the face the moment he opened the back patio doors and ran outside.

In the gardens below, men and dancers were scattering everywhere as the large angry cat darted in and out of bushes, frantically searching for something.

Without thinking, Jared jumped over the balcony's stone railing and landed with a thud on the grass several feet below. His ankle landed weird, but he didn't have time to worry about his damn foot. He was more concerned about the guests who were freaking out, charging in every direction, while an angry, agitated tiger darted in and out of the dark.

What had Raj so riled up?

"This way!" Jared shouted at a few guests running scared near him. Most people had never encountered a live tiger before, let alone one while walking around in luxurious gardens at night. "Everyone, inside!"

Jared hobbled through two men and a dancer who were in various stages of undress. Matteo was going to be pissed when he saw one of his new hires "entertaining" in the gardens. Matteo had rules, and one of them involved being classy at all times. Fucking in the bushes was not on brand for La Maison de M .

The little twink lowered his head as he ran past Jared as if that would make the idiot invisible to the naked eye.

Fucking moron.

"Raj!" Jared shouted as he ran toward Matteo's favorite pet.

The beast glanced at Jared, hearing his familiar voice. He turned his attention back to the perfectly manicured bushes and let out a frustrated growl, letting Jared know that something was wrong.

"What is it, big guy?" Jared asked when he finally caught up with the beast.

He stroked Raj's back as the cat continued to pace back and forth, sniffing the air around him before taking off once again toward the other side of the property.

"Raj!" Matteo shouted once he and Diesel finally caught up with Jared.

The beast stopped and looked at his master with concerned eyes. Its body was tense, and its fur stood on edge.

"What's wrong, boy?" Matteo asked, rushing to his pet and dropping to his knee. He rubbed the fur around his face, trying to calm the beast.

Raj whined.

Matteo ran his hand along his best friend, checking to see if his baby was injured.

"Everything looks good, buddy," Matteo noted. He looked up at Jared and shrugged his shoulders.

They had no clue as to what had their giant cat so worked up.

It was at that moment that Jared realized he was standing in the gardens in his underwear. Only in a place like this could standing in a garden with your dick practically hanging out be seen as normal.

"I don't get it. What happened? How did he get out?" Jared asked, glancing over at Raj's enclosure, where the door stood crooked and snapped off its hinges.

"Looks like he broke out," Matteo mumbled, visibly concerned for his best friend.

That wasn't like Raj. Usually, he was so calm and gentle. He only showed aggression when something was wrong or someone he loved was in danger. The rest of the time, he was a big ball of love.

"I think I may have found something," Diesel called, crouched next to the property's stone wall.

The two jogged over to the wall while Raj continued to pace and growl.

"Looks like someone broke in," Diesel announced, holding up a broken security camera that had previously been mounted on the wall.

"Fuckin' kids," Jared muttered under his breath.

Occasionally, bored teens in the surrounding neighborhoods would hop the wall and take a dip in the pool when no one was looking.

Most times, Raj just let out a low rumble, letting the party crashers know that he was around and could eat them if he so desired. But tonight. Tonight was different. Raj had lost his shit and broken out of his cage.

"I'll get Stefan to check the security feed. Maybe we can get a visual on these kids, then send someone to scare them," Matteo huffed, looking annoyed. "Let's get this place cleaned up. I've got a lot of damage control to contend with. Nothing worse than a bunch of scared CEOs trying to act tough after you just witnessed them pissing themselves." Matteo snapped his fingers at Raj, and the cat began following him back to his cage.

"Fuck. What a mess," Levi noted, magically materializing beside Jared.

"Perfect timing. Matteo wants you to clean up this backyard while Jared and I do damage control inside," Diesel explained.

"Fuck you very much. I have excellent hearing. Ask Isaac how many times I hear him fucking through the walls," Levi responded, giving Diesel the finger.

Speaking of the guy, where the fuck was he?

Diesel chuckled, then pulled Levi in for a headlock. "Come on, let's get this bitch cleaned."