“What do you want to drink?”
Nicky asked.
Declan appeared to consider
the question. “You know, I think I’ll just stick to water with a twist. I’m in
the mood to dance, not get wasted.” Of course he couldn’t afford to drink, not
with what he had planned for later.
“Water it is, but I’m going
to have a beer.”
“Go for it.” Declan kept on
surveying the crowded dance floor. When Nicky handed him his water he drank
some then set the glass down on the bar. “Dance with me,” he said, holding out
his hand to Nicky.
“You’re sure? You were
eyeing some of those women with a lot of interest.” Nicky was more than aware
Declan’s tastes went both ways and he accepted it. After all in the end his
lover always left a club with him, not to some female.
“Yes I’m sure. Come on.” He
put an arm around Nicky’s waist, urging him toward the dance floor. Not that he
had to try too hard as Nicky was a more than willing partner.
It took an hour but Declan
finally narrowed down his selection to one woman in particular. Now he just had
to get her outside to his car and then get rid of Nicky without his being hurt
or suspicious.
The first part was easy
enough. He asked her to dance. She seemed disinterested until he let her know
he had access to some very good drugs, if she was interested. Her eyes lit up
hungrily. Once they were dancing he waited until Nicky headed to the men’s room
then told her they were in his car, which was parked right by the back door of
the club. It took her a moment to debate going out there with him versus not
getting her hands on what he was offering. The drugs won; especially when he
pointed out he was parked right under the backdoor light so she’d be perfectly
safe.
When they got to the car he
suggested they use that back seat as it would be easier to hide what they were
doing. She slid in, he followed. Before she could react his arm was around her
throat. When she was unconscious he pushed her body onto the floor between the
back and front seat. Then he hurried back into the club.
Nicky was seated back at the
bar by then, talking to a couple of friends. Declan paused just out of view,
rubbing his eyes hard, before joining him. “I feel like hell,” he muttered.
“Oh man, what’s wrong?”
“Stomach cramps. I think…”
He pressed his hand to his stomach. “We had shrimp at lunch. I think maybe it
was off.”
“Come on, I’ll drive you
home.”
Declan shook his head. “I
hate to ruin your night. I can drive, if I take it slow.” When Nicky started to
protest Declan told him firmly. “Honest. I just need to get home. It’s not that
far.” He smiled wanly. “Stay please. Don’t make me fell guilty on top of
feeling sick.”
“You’re sure.”
“Yes, lover. Honest.” Declan
replied, giving him a weak hug. “Stay and have fun for both of us.” Without
waiting for a reply he moved slowly back toward the exit to the club. When he
reached the car he checked to make certain the woman was still unconscious. Then,
moving quickly just in case Nicky changed his mind and came out to help him, he
got in and drove out of the lot.
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