1. Levi

Overhead, two bare-chested men in tight leather pants swung over the audience upside-down while clinging to large black hoops with their powerful thighs. It was those thighs and tight, firm bodies that kept the thirsty men below gazing up and salivating as the twin Scandinavian brothers showed off their strength.

The brothers touched their perfectly sculpted chests in unison as they swung over the audience, trying to seduce every man who fell victim to their gaze.

Some gentlemen acknowledged the brothers' presence with a slight tip of their champagne flutes, while others remained distracted by the abundance of other delicious men walking around in very little clothing.

Flesh and debauchery were on the menu—offering only the finest cuts of beef that Europe had to offer.

Cut, uncut, hairy, or smooth, there was a dish for every appetite and a price for every meal. La Maison de M offered only the finest guys to the wealthiest of men.

Evenly scattered throughout the room were four silver poles, each proudly displaying the physical stamina of the men they carried.

Tonight's theme was "Jungle of Eden." Each dancer was dressed in an outfit that represented one of the majestic animals one might find in the jungles of Brazil or perhaps the rainforests of Australia. Each outfit was sexy and seductive, providing clients with an experience they would never forget.

The star of this evening"s show was Vixen, a black-haired, violet-eyed seductress born to please men and relieve them of their life savings.

Vixen was just one of the many sirens who lived and worked at La Maison de M—a twenty-thousand-square-foot chateau snuggled in the countryside just outside of Paris, France. It was the perfect location for rich and powerful men who liked to dabble in the more exotic pleasures to come and enjoy themselves without the prying eyes of the public or fear of judgment from backward-thinking civilians.

There were strict privacy and security measures imposed while attending an event at La Maison. No cameras, no cell phones, no electronic recording devices. As long as you followed these rules, you were allowed to enjoy the wonderland that La Maison de M offered. A celebration of lust, sin, and every possible sexual fantasy imaginable.

Around the room, the lights dimmed, and all eyes fell on the large platform in the center of the room.

Rising from the floor was the main attraction for the evening—Vixen.

The violet-eyed siren smiled at the sea of horny men, all mentally undressing him and ravishing him in their minds.

This was the part of the evening that he loved—the moment men's hearts stopped in their chests when they first laid eyes on his firm, toned body.

He could almost hear the dirty, lustful thoughts overloading their brains. The things they wanted to do to him. Talk about making a guy feel good about himself.

Some took their time, mentally peeling away the thin layer of fabric that barely covered his manhood, while others were not as patient, tearing away the fabric like an excited little boy on Christmas morning.

It was scary the thoughts that ran through men's minds—especially the minds of powerful, horny men like the ones in this very room.

With wealth and power comes a certain god-like sense of entitlement and untouchability. On more than a few occasions, entertainers at La Maison have had to remind clients of the Maison rules. Rules that included consent, treating the entertainers with respect, and, of course, always obeying the exit word. If a client ever disregarded the exit word, they were immediately ejected from the premises and banned for life. An exit word was used whenever an entertainer or guest wished for their time together to end.

In this sort of environment, where fantasies run amuck, and limits are tested, guests and entertainers alike need to be able to trust one another. If that trust was lacking, that was when people got hurt.

Dressed in light purple lace panties and nothing else, he extended his arms, spreading the two majestic wings he had attached to his back—a proud macaw parrot on full display. The feathers were turquoise in the center, then drifted into a darker blue, leading out to the edges. Close to his shoulders was a hint of yellow and red to make the magic wings really pop.

As he stood on the platform, his face sparkled as the light hit the glitter splashed just above his eyes and across his cheeks. He looked like a mythical creature sent by the gods to seduce all men, especially those who craved the attention of one of Matteo's boys.

At La Maison de M, entertainers like Vixen were formally referred to as "companions" since the guests who visited the chateau came in search of male companionship. A "special friend" who would take care of all their needs and indulge in their every fantasy.

Unofficially, the boys at La Maison referred to themselves as Matteo's boys, an homage to Charlie"s Angels, a classic television show that had been remade into a few feature films that never really seemed to take off… in his opinion, that was.

Vixen grabbed onto the pole and leaped up, gripping the cold steel between his powerful thighs. Releasing his grip from the pole, he used his stomach muscles to extend his body and eventually contort himself into an upside-down "C."

Several of the men sitting next to the platform groaned as their eyes focused on the bulging package struggling against the thin purple lace.

One man, an Asian CEO of a pharmaceutical company located in mainland China, stood up and placed a hundred Euro note inside the band of Vixen's panties.

Smiling, Vixen reached his hands down onto the floor and carefully backflipped off the pole, landing with his ass directly in the man's face.

"Thank you, Ren," Vixen whispered, slowly rubbing his ass up against the man's chest as he got to his feet.

The man nodded, then went back to his seat and continued sipping on his bourbon.

Two other dancers, both wearing jungle cat masks, joined Vixen on stage, thrusting and grinding and simulating sexual positions and acts that should only ever be seen in the darkest bowels of hell.

When Vixen and his brethren weren't working, they were practicing dance moves or learning new poses from many of the erotic and burlesque dancers their boss had flown in so that they could be trained by the best in the industry. And judging by the packed house in attendance tonight, their patrons enjoyed their shows.

Twenty minutes later, Vixen's show ended, and another set of dancers replaced him and the others on stage.

"You always manage to take my breath away whenever I see you dancing up on that stage."

Vixen turned and smiled when he saw Matteo sitting at the bar, sipping a martini.

The man was dressed in a black and white pin-striped Hugo Boss suit, complete with a black vest and deep purple tie. As the owner of this establishment and master of this chateau, Matteo was always well-dressed and impeccably well-mannered.

"You always know how to make a young man feel special," Vixen, whose real name was Levi Harris, complimented, leaning in and giving his boss and father figure a hug.

The chateau had been in Matteo's family for six generations. He came from a long line of aristocrats, each generation wealthier than the last until his generation. Matteo was the last living heir in his family. Not much was known about Matteo and his family's past, only that he was the last of his family and seemed to carry with him a heavy heart.

Matteo opened La Maison de M ten years ago and hand-picked each person who he employed at the chateau. Levi was found five years ago and has been living at the chateau ever since.

"Busy night tonight," Levi said, thanking the bartender for his bottle of water. He took a swig and let the cool, refreshing liquid coat his throat as it made its way down.

"It is. I see Mr. Lenoge is sitting at his usual table, looking rather lonely," Matteo said, giving a slight nod over his shoulder. That was the thing about Matteo—he was nothing but discreet. In this line of work, discretion was key.

"I was just going to go over and say hi."

"That's a good boy. Why don't you see if he knows anything about that potential merger between Solace Consortium and Richer Diamonds? Keep the conversation discreet. Perhaps while you're both snuggling in the bath."

Matteo knew everything about everyone. It was one of his superpowers.

Mr. Lenoge was a high-powered lawyer doing business with many of the powerhouses in Europe and East Asia. He had his hand in several different deals that were highly confidential and very lucrative. The man was also a closet homo who loved to cuddle while taking baths—something about the intimacy of washing someone's body while seeking comfort in others.

Levi gave his cock a few pumps to chub up his member, then adjusted the lace panties that he was wearing. He always felt so sexy wearing women's lingerie. The smoothness of the lace, the softness against his skin. It was all so… erotic.

"Sounds good, boss. I'll take him to the west wing." With that, the violet-eyed beauty began his walk over to the man he would be comforting for the night.

Mr. Lenoge only came to La Maison for one man, and he paid handsomely for access to the young man in purple lace.