I glance over my shoulder to make it appear like no one was listening. I lean closer to guy one and put my hand on his arm. “We are all in the same boat. We have been hit for six hundred thousand to let construction continue.”
“That’s peanuts. We heard the bosses here had been hit for four million,” guy one says.
“Jesus. Where does all that cash go?” I say, looking shocked.
“Fucking fast living. Whoever is getting all that money is having a real-good time or wasting a lot, they keep coming back for more.”
“I only know the one guy. I think his name is Clint something or other,” I say as I pat guy one's arm.
“Clint Rogers is that him?” guy one asks.
“Yeah, that’s him. Tall guy, dark hair.”
“A real smooth looking prick.”
“Yeah. We had a few of our girls having a look around the site when he turned up. I’m not sure if he took a shine to them or not,” I reply. Guy two bursts out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“Clint won’t be looking at the girls, maybe what they are wearing. He is as gay as they come.” Guy two beams a wide smile.
“No way! He doesn’t dress like that,” I say.
“We heard, he goes to a club on the outskirts of town. Well, they all do when they meet up.”
“What sort of club is that? And why is it out of the city?” I ask curiously.
Guy two pushes his coffee cup to the side and leans on the table. “It’s a swinger’s club. Two of these councilors are gay, but married, and take their wives for a bit of action while they get it on together,” guy two whispers.
“What about the other two? I mean, you said there were four that come here? I ask.
Guy one leans in closer. “I think they’re just in it for the ride. It’s those two that seem to control the show.”
“It sounds like the other two just keep their mouths shut and take the money,” I say.
“You are exactly right. Greed comes in many forms,” guy one says as he sips his coffee.
I smile a kind smile. “You don’t know the name of the other gay one, do you?”
Guy two grins. “Talk like this gets around real-quick. His name is Glen Watkins, but when he’s out on the town, he’s Glenice.”
I sip my coffee. “And all this is secret?” I ask.
“Corruption is bad enough, and it’s a shame no one can prove it. The bosses won’t say anything, they just want the casinos built. Running around as a gay couple, while married… just think how that would harm your career,” guy one explains.
“I bet, it would be a career killer,” I reply.
We finish our breakfast and stand up from the table. We thank the two guys for their helpful insight.
Guy one looks up. “We never caught your names,” he says.
I nod to Brent. “This quiet one is Clyde, and you can call me Bonnie,” I reply, happily smiling.
“It was a pleasure to meet you both,” guy one says. Guy two nods in agreement.
We stroll toward the vehicle. I turn to Brent and smile. Brent frowns a little. “Bonnie and fucking Clyde?” he says.
“I rock, huh?”
“A horse and cart can still be transport, it’s still easier than walking.”
Brent
“Bells and chimes are not the only things that swing.”
We step from the vehicle at Alex’s hotel. The parking valet gives Bell an extraordinary look as she hands him the keys to the work truck. It’s not the usual sort of vehicle you’d park. I was sure he wouldn’t rush to tell his friends about parking it. I could just imagine the conversation in a parking valet’s circle of friends.
“Hey, you lot, I parked a Lambo,” valet one says.
“Bah, I parked a Koenigsegg,” valet two replies.
Our guy bows his head. “I parked a diesel work truck. Fuck!”
Somehow, it just doesn’t have the same glamorous ring to it. But you have to take the rough with the smooth. Part and parcel of the job.
It could be worse, it could be like the wife swapping parties I’d heard about. The guys throw the car keys into a bowl and then pull out a key. Whatever woman comes with the key, that’s the one you sleep with. There has to be one guy at a party like that, who has a wife who hasn’t been as blessed in the beauty department as much as some of the other women there. God, I think of some hilarious crap!
We’d removed the safety vests and helmets, so there was no shame on us. Just the poor guy who had all the other valets pointing at him. We approach the reception desk and ask for Alex. The girl behind the counter points over to the lounge area where Alex is sitting with his laptop.
We walk up behind him and can see he’s on a video call with Brooke. I stand behind Alex and show my face on the camera. Brooke waves as Alex quickly turns around.
“How are you, Brooke?” I ask.
“I’m fine. I am coming there in a couple of days,” she says.
“I thought you were going back?” I ask Alex.
Alex looks up at me. “A slight change of plan,” he replies.
“Alex, I better get going. I’m sure Brent has some interesting updates for you,” Brooke says.
“I do, just a couple… but very tasty,” I say.
Alex blows Brooke a kiss, and I ruffle his hair. She cuts the video call and he closes his laptop.
“So, updates. You must have something to tell me,” he says.
“We were just coming to see you before you left, but now you are staying longer, we can go,” I say as I pretend to stand up from the seat.
“Very funny. Now tell me, have you heard anything from Bob?” Alex asks.
I nod. “He’s found out the councilors are using burner cells, he has linked these to their original phone locations and filtered them,” I say.
Alex screws his face up. “Bob must have simplified it for you, give me that variation,” Alex asks.
“Bob found numbers that were dialing or receiving calls in a ten-meter range of the original numbers. He now has three of the four burner cell numbers linked to the councilors,” I explain in detail.
“Now that was much easier to understand.”
“We have to pass this info to Bob as soon as we get back. We stopped off at that new casino that’s being built,” I explain. “We sat with two guys who gave us some very good intel on the councilors.”
“And?”
I smile at Alex. “Two of them are gay, and in a relationship with each other, the fun part though, is they are both married,” I say. “The other two are just in it for the money.”
Alex sits there and rests his head. He closes his eyes for a moment. “Are you okay…?” I start to say as Alex raises his finger.
He opens his eyes and leans forward. “Do you want a drink?” he asks as he calls the waiter.
“Juice for me,” Bell says.
“Same here,” I reply.
The waiter walks over to the bar for the drinks. Alex continues. He says, “I think we now have to make a two-pronged attack on the four. We go after the plain crooked ones, maybe they are weaker than the other two. And the other two you mentioned, we have to find what they do, you know. When they meet or where they go.”
“We have that information, sort of… with the club they go to, but we don’t know the name of the club,” Bell says as she takes the drinks from the waiter.
“What sort of club is it?” Alex asks.
“A bit of a swinger’s club,” I reply.
“You have to find the name, and you have to go,” Alex says.
“You mean, I have to sleep with another woman and Bell has to sleep with another guy?” I ask.
“Yeah. It doesn’t really work, does it?” Alex says laughing.
Bell puts down her glass of fresh juice. “I have the ideal solution.” I look at her and then look at Alex who is also slightly puzzled. Bell sighs. “I thought you men were the smart ones?” she asks. “We wait until Brooke gets here, and then we g
o with each other.”
I am still confused. As hot as Brooke is, I don’t really want to have to sleep with her.
“That still doesn’t work. And I am sure Brooke would have something to say about that,” Alex replies.
“How about you two get it on, and Brooke and I sleep with each other?” Bell says.
I am even more confused. Alex is my best friend, but I am not sure I can get down and dirty with him.
“That part was a joke,” Bell says, shaking her head. “Alex, you go with me, and then Brooke goes with Brent,” she says simply.
I smile. “Now, I understand,” I say. “Very good idea.”
“There may be one small hitch in this plan,” Bell says.
“What’s that?” Alex asks.
“Have you ever been to a place like this?” Bell asks.
I shake my head, and I look at Alex shaking his head. “I’ve never been to one,” he says.
“Have you been to one?” I ask Bell.
“I have, a few times.”
I sit there with my mouth open. I’ve just found out a bit more I didn’t know about Bell.
She smiles. “Don’t panic, I was not there to take part. I was a hostess and a waitress. A place used for the girls from the club. We keep better secrets,” Bell explains. Bell must see the relief on my face. “As I was saying, in these sorts of places, there aren’t really any private rooms. So, what you see is what you get.”
Brent sighs. “So, we will all be naked together?” he asks.
“Yup, and in a room full of strangers,” Bell replies.
“What about the gay side?” Alex asks.
“They may be separated. There are a few limitations,” Bell says.
“I suppose that’s not so bad,” Alex says. “Fuck, Brent… let’s try not to look at each other, man.”
“Yeah.” I turn and frown at Alex. “Speak for yourself, you have a body of a god.”
“Brent, there’s nothing wrong with you. I don’t call you donkey dick for no reason,” Bell says laughing.
Alex looks at me. “She is making that up,” I reply as I wiggle my little finger toward him.
“That’s not the catch,” Bell says plainly. Alex and I turn away from each other and stare at Bell. She smiles back at us both. “The catch is, you may have a woman wanting to join in. Men ask, but we can say no. It’s abnormal for a man to refuse, so you will have to go for it if that happens,” Bell explains.
I scratch my head, and I can see Alex is thinking about it. “We will have to speak to Brooke about this when she gets here, but for now, let’s go with the plan,” Alex says.
I screw my face up. “Hang on a moment. I mean, we have Bell to consider as well, not just Brooke.”
“I can handle it. I’ve had to do it before,” Bell says.
“That was different, this is another time,” I reply.
“Relax. If a woman wants to join, I can handle it. I just have to look at the bigger picture.” She gives me a wink. “Right then, we’re all set,” Bell says, clapping her hands. “We are off to a swinger’s club.”
“You don’t have to sound so excited,” I say.
“You have no idea how much fun these places can be. It will open your eyes in a way you never thought possible.”
I look at Alex and then turn to Bell. “My eyes are wide open enough.”
“Bells and chimes are not the only things that swing.”
Bell
“Equal rights, there is no discrimination against that.”
We’d gotten over the initial shock of going to a swinger’s party. I had sort of lied about only being a hostess and a waitress. I had taken part. This was half the reason Drake was asked to supply girls.
It was a win-win situation for the host of the party. Many of which always seemed to be female. I wonder why that is? It saved on having to pay double wages, I suppose. They could serve drinks until the time was right and join into a thing, making a threesome. It wasn’t like there was a choice to be made. Drake said to do it, so we had to do it.
We left Alex in the hotel, and he said he would give us a call as soon as Brooke had arrived. I see the valet let his shoulders drop as he sees us approaching. Not the best work day for him...
We stand under the hotel canopy. I resist the temptation to laugh as the truck pulls around the corner with a large plume of smoke flowing out behind him.
Obviously, he hasn’t driven many diesel engines. He should have cleared the pipes in the parking lot.
I slip the valet a fifty just for the embarrassment. He bows his head as he thanks me and walks back to his small desk. We climb into the truck and I pull out of the parking lot back onto the street.
“Crap. I forgot to tell Alex something,” Brent says as he pulls out his cell phone and calls Alex.
“Hey, so quick,” Alex says on the speaker.
“I forgot to mention something about that new casino,” Brent says.
“What can be more exciting than gay councilors being on your back?” Alex says laughing.
“The owners,” Brent replies.
“What about the casino owners?” Alex asks.
“These councilors delay anyone who is from out of town,” Brent says. “But these casino owners are further out of town than we are,” Brent explains.
“Where are they from then?” Alex asks.
“It may sound strange, but they’re from Russia,” Brent says into the speaker.
“That could be very interesting. If Ingrid is the owner, we can join forces.”
“Who is Ingrid?” I ask.
Brent waves his hand at me. He shakes his head as if to say, it’s nothing.
I was not sure it was nothing. Alex had wiped out the Russians at the poker table, and now a Russian woman’s name had been mentioned.
Brent puts his cell phone on the dash. “Tell me about this Ingrid,” I say plainly.
“It was Mikey, one of his ideas,” Brent begins explaining.
“And what happened?”
“She took a fancy to Alex, as you know. Most women do,” Brent says. “Alex had to spend some time with her, but there was no fucking involved. It was just oral in the back of the limo, and that was that.”
“That came out of the woodwork easily. You don’t have any secrets, do you?” I ask.
“A boring guy like me, I would be glad to have a couple of sordid secrets, just like you,” Brent says as he looks at me provocatively.
I push on the horn as we approach the large steel gate which now looks a much nicer shade of black than it was when we left earlier. Mike had obviously got someone to paint it. I climb out of the driver’s seat and hand the keys to one of Mike’s workmen. We walk toward Bob and can see Mikey has arrived again. He now spends more time there than he did when he owned the place.
We step into the cool air of the office. “How is the listening going?” Brent asks.
“Much the same. I finally got a call from that guy I said hadn’t used his phone. He was on the outskirts of town,” Bob replies.
“We have some news,” I say.
Mikey looks at us. “What sort of news?” he asks.
I sit on the couch and cross my legs very lady-like. “We paid a visit to that casino that is being built,” I say.
“What did you find out? I asked around, and all I got was the hours are too long, or the pay is too low.” Mikey shrugs.
I chuckle. “We had that, but we went to the food truck area and just happened to sit next to two foremen, or workers higher up than regular construction,” I say.
“And?” Mikey asks.
“Well, The four councilors. Did you know, two were in a relationship together?” I ask.
Mikey looks at me sharply and opens his folder. He quickly flicks through his pages of information. He looks up. “They are all married, and they are all guys.” He looks puzzled.
I smile. “Yeah. Two of them are gay.”
“Well you can’t use that against them,” Mikey says.
/> “Why not?” Brent asks.
“Equal rights. Sexual preference has nothing to do with their work,” Mikey says. “That is the law.”
“Fuck. We had a plan based on that,” Brent says.
Mikey closes his folder. “What is the plan? I mean, maybe we can pull something from it.”
“We were told all of them visit a swinger’s club out of town,” I say.
“Hang on a moment,” Mikey says as he points to Bob's computer screen and whispers something.
“Right, all of them go to a club, a swinger’s club. I suppose you think you can get close to them there?” Mikey asks, nodding his head. “A good idea.”
“Not only that, we have a location where they all meet,” Brent says.
Mikey smiles. “We might have a little more than that,” he says.
I look at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“If my gut feeling is correct… this club you are speaking of, it’s not just a place they meet. They own it. If they all go, then it’s a four-way split.” Mikey smiles.
I frown. “Are you sure?” I ask.
Mikey pats his belly. “A gut feeling. Why would they visit someone else’s club to flaunt themselves? If it is theirs, they can do what they please.”
“It’s not going to be a club though, out of town. Probably a large house,” Brent adds.
Mikey curls his bottom lip as he raises his eyebrows. “More than likely. And if Bob gives me the information soon, your suspicions will be well and truly founded.”
“Bingo,” Bob says.
“What is it?” Brent asks. Brent and I stand and walk behind Mikey and Bob. “Can either one of you explain what we are looking at, rather than gloating that you have found something,” Brent says.
“This road here,” Bob says pointing to a location on the map.
Mikey tilts his head. “Grove Crest Lane. Those houses are over twenty million, easy.”
I look at the screen. “So, we have a location to within ten meters, a choice of three houses.”
“No way. If Bob says it’s there, that’s the house. They are huge. Six-bedroom and numerous bathrooms. The last I saw was over eight thousand square feet,” Mikey says. “We are talking swimming pools, gyms, and the rest. The whole caboodle.”
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