tend to avoid “in” places—too crowded, too noisy, too much narcissism. Still, I was willing to give it a shot, especially with Jared.
“Sure,” I said. “Why don’t we meet at Rasputin’s around eight?”
“Deal. See you there.”
I got undressed to head for the shower.
*
Of course, I got to Rasputin’s twenty minutes early, and was sitting at the bar when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Started without me, huh?”
As I turned to Jared, I noticed the clock behind the bar said 7:48.
“I’m impressed,” I said. “I thought I was the only guy who always shows up early.”
He pulled the empty stool next to me closer and sat down.
“I hate being late, so I always set my watch ten minutes fast.”
The bartender came over to take Jared’s order, and when he’d left, Jared swung around on his stool to face me, making the now-familiar knee-thigh connection.
“So, what’s going on?” he asked.
I told him I’d been hired by Comstock’s partners to investigate his murder.
Jared smiled broadly. “Hey, that’s great—two pieces of good news. Comstock’s dead, and you’ve got a new case.”
The bartender brought Jared’s drink, and he raised it in a quick toast.
“Good luck,” he said. He was still facing me, and his knee was still pressed into my thigh. I was getting to like it.
But business before pleasure.
“So you were the guy who punched Comstock?” I said, making it only half a question.
Jared looked into his drink, then back up at me.
“Ah, you heard,” he said. “I’m kind of surprised I was the only one. He was damned lucky I didn’t mop the floor with him.”
“Exactly what happened?”
He took another sip of his drink then set it on the bar.
“You know that hot little blond at the registration desk?”
“Troy,” I said.
He nodded. “Troy. I’d been going fairly regularly, and every time I saw this Troy, I kept getting stronger and stronger vibes from him. That night, I hadn’t even shown him my card when he said, ‘How’d you like to fuck my brains out?’” He grinned, and his eyes had a devilish gleam. “Kind of hard to pass up an offer like that, so I said ‘Sure, when?’ and he said ‘It’s my break time. Now’s good.’
“He picked up the phone under the counter and punched in a number and said ‘Tom, come watch the desk.’ He motioned me toward the door and buzzed it open, and just as I entered, a guy comes down the hall and goes into the office without a word. Troy comes out, and I follow him just a little way down the hall to a room on the left next to Comstock’s office.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’ve seen it.”
He gave me a raised eyebrow and a grin then picked up his drink and drained about a third of it in one gulp.
“Did you know it’s got a fucking two-way mirror in it? I should have fucking known, but I had all my attention glued on Troy’s hot little ass.” He sighed then continued. “So, we did it, and just when we’re leaving the room, the door to Comstock’s office opens, and he comes out into the hall. ‘Come into my office for a minute,’ he says, and I haven’t got a fucking clue as to why he might want to talk to me.
“Troy just nods and goes back to the registration office, and me, dumber’n owl shit, I follow Comstock into his office. He closes the door and motions me to a seat. ‘You ever done any porn?’ he asks. ‘No,’ I says. ‘Why do you want to know?’ I’m sitting in this chair, and Comstock’s standing practically right beside me, and I’m getting pretty fucking uncomfortable.
“‘I’ve got a video company,’ he says, ‘and I’m always looking for really hot studs to be in them. The pay isn’t that good, but you get to fuck some of the hottest guys in town.’”
Jared paused for a moment. “Now, when I get uncomfortable, I also tend to get pissed, and Comstock was coming mighty close to pissing me off big time. ‘I already fuck some of the hottest guys in town,’ I said,
“Sure,” I said. “Why don’t we meet at Rasputin’s around eight?”
“Deal. See you there.”
I got undressed to head for the shower.
*
Of course, I got to Rasputin’s twenty minutes early, and was sitting at the bar when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Started without me, huh?”
As I turned to Jared, I noticed the clock behind the bar said 7:48.
“I’m impressed,” I said. “I thought I was the only guy who always shows up early.”
He pulled the empty stool next to me closer and sat down.
“I hate being late, so I always set my watch ten minutes fast.”
The bartender came over to take Jared’s order, and when he’d left, Jared swung around on his stool to face me, making the now-familiar knee-thigh connection.
“So, what’s going on?” he asked.
I told him I’d been hired by Comstock’s partners to investigate his murder.
Jared smiled broadly. “Hey, that’s great—two pieces of good news. Comstock’s dead, and you’ve got a new case.”
The bartender brought Jared’s drink, and he raised it in a quick toast.
“Good luck,” he said. He was still facing me, and his knee was still pressed into my thigh. I was getting to like it.
But business before pleasure.
“So you were the guy who punched Comstock?” I said, making it only half a question.
Jared looked into his drink, then back up at me.
“Ah, you heard,” he said. “I’m kind of surprised I was the only one. He was damned lucky I didn’t mop the floor with him.”
“Exactly what happened?”
He took another sip of his drink then set it on the bar.
“You know that hot little blond at the registration desk?”
“Troy,” I said.
He nodded. “Troy. I’d been going fairly regularly, and every time I saw this Troy, I kept getting stronger and stronger vibes from him. That night, I hadn’t even shown him my card when he said, ‘How’d you like to fuck my brains out?’” He grinned, and his eyes had a devilish gleam. “Kind of hard to pass up an offer like that, so I said ‘Sure, when?’ and he said ‘It’s my break time. Now’s good.’
“He picked up the phone under the counter and punched in a number and said ‘Tom, come watch the desk.’ He motioned me toward the door and buzzed it open, and just as I entered, a guy comes down the hall and goes into the office without a word. Troy comes out, and I follow him just a little way down the hall to a room on the left next to Comstock’s office.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’ve seen it.”
He gave me a raised eyebrow and a grin then picked up his drink and drained about a third of it in one gulp.
“Did you know it’s got a fucking two-way mirror in it? I should have fucking known, but I had all my attention glued on Troy’s hot little ass.” He sighed then continued. “So, we did it, and just when we’re leaving the room, the door to Comstock’s office opens, and he comes out into the hall. ‘Come into my office for a minute,’ he says, and I haven’t got a fucking clue as to why he might want to talk to me.
“Troy just nods and goes back to the registration office, and me, dumber’n owl shit, I follow Comstock into his office. He closes the door and motions me to a seat. ‘You ever done any porn?’ he asks. ‘No,’ I says. ‘Why do you want to know?’ I’m sitting in this chair, and Comstock’s standing practically right beside me, and I’m getting pretty fucking uncomfortable.
“‘I’ve got a video company,’ he says, ‘and I’m always looking for really hot studs to be in them. The pay isn’t that good, but you get to fuck some of the hottest guys in town.’”
Jared paused for a moment. “Now, when I get uncomfortable, I also tend to get pissed, and Comstock was coming mighty close to pissing me off big time. ‘I already fuck some of the hottest guys in town,’ I said,
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