Darby smirks. “I’m sure it’ll be an accident, nothing to bother yourself with.”
A celebrity has power. They aren’t an easy target or as easy to get to as an average working Joe. It takes more because that means there are cameras usually involved, an audience to witness. Which is not something our club needs nor wants. But thankfully, we also have contacts. I would say our list of contacts is better than a governor’s, because more than likely we have that said governor on our list and everyone else they know on our list as well. Darby’s clever, though, he knows ways to make it go unnoticed, that will keep his hands clean, because he’ll time it perfectly so it in no way can come back to us.
Then there will be the issue of her. It’s a risk I didn’t see coming, one I should have anticipated to begin with, knowing what she does for a living. How could she hide it so perfectly when I saw her last? Not even a question left her lips.“Did she ask you?”
“You saw it then, I take it,” Tracey says on the other end of the cell.
“I did.”
“No, she didn’t. I don’t think she knows it’s you either.”
I hang my head, that realization makes it worse. At least if she knew it was me, she had some leverage. So, if I told Darby she didn’t know it was me, he would simply kill her fast and efficient. No one would be the wiser. I don’t want her dead, though, that’s the last thing I want.
“Are the stories true, Falcon? Should she be mindful now of where she goes?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck! How come you never told me any of this. What if I had slipped up?”
“You wouldn’t have, I know you.”
“I wouldn’t have, but still… you should have told me.”
“Don’t tell her anything, promise?”
“Of course. But brother, don’t hurt her.” Tracey hangs up the cell and I do a search for the article in question.* * *Elite Sex Club Findings* * *He speaks of a place that’s hidden to all. One where if he even shared his name it would be putting himself in jeopardy. So, for the sake of this story, we shall call him Bob.* * *I cringe that she named him that, same as her vibrator. Well, I guess she may have fucked him if she hadn’t seen me standing there. I shake my head and go back to the story.* * *Bob: The place is elite. To gain access you meet with one of the owners, but the catch is you never know who or when he will meet with you. He just comes to you and you know just by looking at him that he’s it. He’s the man who can give you access.* * *Writer: What exactly happens in this place?* * *Bob: It’s a place where all men’s dreams come to life. Whatever you wish for, your woman will do with no questions asked. And she will do it with a smile on her face. Think of the worst thing your partner has ever asked you to do in the bedroom, then times that by ten. These girls have no limits.* * *Writer: And this is a place all men want?* * *Bob: It is. It comes with a heavy price, though. They have to know you can afford it and they won’t approach you unless they know you can.* * *Writer: Tell me, have you been approached?* * *Bob: I have. In saying that, my meeting was interrupted when I chose a girl. But, he also knew this woman, so our meeting was cut short.* * *Well, there you have it, it’s like going down the rabbit hole. Bob didn’t even know the location of this place. It’s that secretive, and all the searches I did on this came up empty. So, if you’re one of the lucky men, hell, even women who has access, email me and let me know. This is a story that tickles my curiosity. And if it does yours, let us know.* * *Oh fuck.8ArielChecking my emails at work is crazy, I have hundreds of them, all asking for more stories like the one I just did. I smile. It was easy to get, he came to me. Which I thought was interesting considering our last interaction at the club. But he gave the story willingly, and it was an even better story than I was originally after from him, which was to see if he was still dating a Cindy Branston, a popular model. Which, I can confirm now that he isn’t, considering when he left the interview, he propositioned me. Obviously, I turned him down. But I couldn’t say no to the dinner he offered, which is in a few hours.
“Ariel.” I look up as my boss walks in. “The response to the club article is overwhelming. See if you can get any more off of him tonight.”