bottom of the stairs, and turned to look back at Ryan. ‘Come on, if you’re coming.’ There was a hint of suggestion in his voice.
Heat spread from Ryan’s neck into his face and he tightened his grasp on the briefcase. The fingers of his other hand were tingling from the contact with Phil, and he wondered what was happening to him. After all, he was a normal guy, wasn’t he? He should not be having these feelings. Pulling himself together he strode towards Phil. ‘I was just checking I had everything,’ he mumbled.
Phil laughed. ‘Sure,’ he said. The note of suggestion was still in his voice.
Ryan’s knees suddenly felt weak but he followed Phil up the stairs to the nightclub. They had just pushed through the door when he spotted his mother coming towards them.
‘Ryan?’ she said placing the bucket of water on the floor.
‘I’m seeing Tony about his website,’ Ryan explained. ‘I shouldn’t be long, wait for me and I’ll drive you home.’
Diane nodded and picked up her bucket. ‘I’ll wait for you in the cleaners’ room off the back lobby.’
Phil laid his hand on Ryan’s arm. ‘Are you coming, or what? Tony doesn’t like to be kept waiting,’ he said.
Ryan nodded and followed him through the deserted night club which looked a lot different from the last time he had been in it. Then, the glitter-ball had spun shafts of light over the dancing girls below, writhing round the silver poles on the uplighted glass stage, and the men sitting at the tables, watching. He remembered his disgust when a man at a nearby table inserted a note into the g-string of the girl lap dancing in front of him and how the man’s finger lingered and caressed her skin. Rage had swamped him, catching him unawares, reflecting his hatred of men who took advantage of women.
Phil pushed aside the red velvet curtain covering the wall and tapped a number into the keypad of the door behind it. Ryan followed him up the stairs and into the office.
Tony moved away from the one-way mirrored wall which overlooked the club, strode to the door and grasped Ryan’s hand in a firm handshake. ‘You’ve got something for me?’ He seemed in a better mood than the last time Ryan had been here.
‘Yes,’ Ryan said. ‘I think you’ll like it this time.’
‘Let me see what you’ve got.’
Ryan walked over to the desk, opened his briefcase and laid out sheets of paper. ‘These are mock-ups but the finished thing will have animations. You see the banner here? I thought we could have spotlights sweeping over the name of the club which will have a glitterball circling behind it and sending out facets of light.’ He paused to gauge the effect on Tony, before continuing. ‘A midnight blue background should set the lights off to perfection and I thought the name should be in gold lettering.’
‘That sounds good.’ Tony picked up one of the sheets of paper. ‘The photographs down the side, will they be animated as well?’
‘Yes.’ Ryan could hardly contain his excitement. ‘The photos of the club will be in a slide show that cycles through all the different areas of the club, and below that I’ll put a framed programme of events.’
‘I see.’
‘In the middle will be a list of facilities with icon logos that can be clicked on to give more details. And the left side will have all the links to the different pages of your site.’
Tony tapped the page. ‘Remember what we discussed about having one of the dancers featured on the site?’
‘Once you approve the general layout I’ll come back with my video camera and get that done.’
‘Right, I’ll phone you as soon as I’ve set it up. We’ll use Angel. She’s my best dancer.’ Tony handed the sheet of paper back to Ryan. ‘See him out, Phil.’
Ryan scooped up the other papers and snapped his briefcase shut. ‘Thank you, sir,’ he said, but Tony had turned away.
* * * *
Diane washed her bucket, tidied the cleaning stuff away, and waited for Ryan.
Heat spread from Ryan’s neck into his face and he tightened his grasp on the briefcase. The fingers of his other hand were tingling from the contact with Phil, and he wondered what was happening to him. After all, he was a normal guy, wasn’t he? He should not be having these feelings. Pulling himself together he strode towards Phil. ‘I was just checking I had everything,’ he mumbled.
Phil laughed. ‘Sure,’ he said. The note of suggestion was still in his voice.
Ryan’s knees suddenly felt weak but he followed Phil up the stairs to the nightclub. They had just pushed through the door when he spotted his mother coming towards them.
‘Ryan?’ she said placing the bucket of water on the floor.
‘I’m seeing Tony about his website,’ Ryan explained. ‘I shouldn’t be long, wait for me and I’ll drive you home.’
Diane nodded and picked up her bucket. ‘I’ll wait for you in the cleaners’ room off the back lobby.’
Phil laid his hand on Ryan’s arm. ‘Are you coming, or what? Tony doesn’t like to be kept waiting,’ he said.
Ryan nodded and followed him through the deserted night club which looked a lot different from the last time he had been in it. Then, the glitter-ball had spun shafts of light over the dancing girls below, writhing round the silver poles on the uplighted glass stage, and the men sitting at the tables, watching. He remembered his disgust when a man at a nearby table inserted a note into the g-string of the girl lap dancing in front of him and how the man’s finger lingered and caressed her skin. Rage had swamped him, catching him unawares, reflecting his hatred of men who took advantage of women.
Phil pushed aside the red velvet curtain covering the wall and tapped a number into the keypad of the door behind it. Ryan followed him up the stairs and into the office.
Tony moved away from the one-way mirrored wall which overlooked the club, strode to the door and grasped Ryan’s hand in a firm handshake. ‘You’ve got something for me?’ He seemed in a better mood than the last time Ryan had been here.
‘Yes,’ Ryan said. ‘I think you’ll like it this time.’
‘Let me see what you’ve got.’
Ryan walked over to the desk, opened his briefcase and laid out sheets of paper. ‘These are mock-ups but the finished thing will have animations. You see the banner here? I thought we could have spotlights sweeping over the name of the club which will have a glitterball circling behind it and sending out facets of light.’ He paused to gauge the effect on Tony, before continuing. ‘A midnight blue background should set the lights off to perfection and I thought the name should be in gold lettering.’
‘That sounds good.’ Tony picked up one of the sheets of paper. ‘The photographs down the side, will they be animated as well?’
‘Yes.’ Ryan could hardly contain his excitement. ‘The photos of the club will be in a slide show that cycles through all the different areas of the club, and below that I’ll put a framed programme of events.’
‘I see.’
‘In the middle will be a list of facilities with icon logos that can be clicked on to give more details. And the left side will have all the links to the different pages of your site.’
Tony tapped the page. ‘Remember what we discussed about having one of the dancers featured on the site?’
‘Once you approve the general layout I’ll come back with my video camera and get that done.’
‘Right, I’ll phone you as soon as I’ve set it up. We’ll use Angel. She’s my best dancer.’ Tony handed the sheet of paper back to Ryan. ‘See him out, Phil.’
Ryan scooped up the other papers and snapped his briefcase shut. ‘Thank you, sir,’ he said, but Tony had turned away.
* * * *
Diane washed her bucket, tidied the cleaning stuff away, and waited for Ryan.
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