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It was yet another Friday night after a long work week at McLaughlin & Co. The firm had just acquired a new contract from the LAX airport for a new terminal to be built as well as a new hangar for Southwest Airlines. It was probably the largest contract that had ever been awarded to the engineering firm and that was certainly a cause for celebration for the two CEOs. What would be a better place for a millionaire bachelor under forty to celebrate other than a high end strip club?
So there stood the two men; dressed to the nines in perfectly tailored suits in front of the hottest strip club in LA: Eden-5. The line was out the door which was to be expected but with a flash of an American Express Black Card and some persuasion from Rhett’s wallet, the men were let inside and escorted to the VIP lounge area. They were immediately greeted by a brunette woman that had an ass that was perfectly framed in a G-string and tits that were barely contained by her ruby red push-up bra. Alexis ordered two glasses of top shelf scotch for the men and handed over his card to the woman to start up their tab.
It was just a matter of minutes before the brunette returned with their drinks but was off in the blink of an eye to attend to the other customers. The men clinked their glasses together and took a sip of the amber liquid that went down smooth and left a vanilla aftertaste. Rhett set his glass down to pull out his phone to check his emails; groaning at the sight of over 100 emails pouring in within the last hour. As he started responding to the first email, a hand appeared over the screen.
“Put your phone away, McLaughlin. All of those will be there on Monday and we’re here to celebrate. Take a hot second to enjoy yourself and forget about work, there are too many pretty men and women here to ignore,” Alexis said, motioning around themselves.
Rhett sighed and slipped his phone back inside of his jacket and turned his attention to the stage in front of them. There was a blonde woman on stage with a perfect hourglass figure wrapped around the pole reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra which she threw out in the crowd. He took another sip of his scotch while he watched the rest of the performance and took a twenty out of his wallet to lean up to the stage and place it on the floor. The blonde blew him a kiss as she picked up the bill and hooked it under the string of her bikini.
Eventually the song ended and the woman picked up her tips then scurried off stage so the next dancer up could take their place. The next song started up but there didn’t seem to be anyone taking the stage which seemed odd. About thirty seconds of the song passed before the curtains opened and the most beautiful man that Rhett had ever seen stepped on the stage, practically demanding everyone’s attention.
The man was raven haired and was dressed in the tiniest black latex shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination as well as a pair of leather combat boots. He immediately placed a hand around his neck and let it slowly slide down his chest before slipping under his shorts. He bit his lip as he ran his other hand through his hair, letting himself sink to his knees while he continued touching himself. Before he could go any further, the chorus of the song started and he immediately gripped the pole and started thrusting up against it in time with the music.
Quickly downing the rest of his scotch, Rhett fished a stack of bills from his wallet and placed them on the stage without ever letting his eyes leave the man in front of him. He sat back in his seat and tried to nonchalantly rub himself through his slacks which were becoming tighter than they already were. His heart dropped when the man on the stage locked eyes with him then let his eyes drift downward where he smirked when he saw Rhett was touching himself.
The song ended too soon for Rhett’s liking and the dancer was picking up his tips but took extra care with the wad of bills that Rhett had put on the stage. Rhett nearly choked when he saw the man rub it against the front of his shorts and then exited the stage. Rhett had never been so hard in his life and he would give anything to have a private dance from whoever that was that was just on stage.
The next dancer was already up on the stage doing her routine which Rhett honestly couldn't care less about. Just as he was about to search for his and Alexis’s waitress, she was already putting another glass of scotch down on the table next to him. “Excuse me, who just performed on stage?” Rhett asked, doing his best to not seem overly excited or desperate.
“Huh? Oh that was Mythical. Were you interested in -”
“Yes,” Rhett quickly interrupted her.
She chuckled as she picked up his empty glass and put it on her serving tray. “Alright, hot shot. I’ll put in a request for you. Can’t guarantee you’ll get picked though because he’s got quite the list of adoring fans.”
It was a split second decision to take out his credit card and hand it over to the waitress. “I’ll pay $5,000 plus his rate if you ensure me time with him tonight. That’s not including the tip I’ll give you if you do.”
Her perfectly manicured hands plucked the card from his fingers and placed it on the tray with his empty glass. She chuckled again and said, “I’ll see what I can do darling. If you’re up, I’ll come back in five minutes.”
After she left, Alexis laughed. “The second dance of the night and you’re already throwing money down? I have to admit McLaughlin, I didn’t peg you to be a guy into twinks with glasses.”
Rhett rolled his eyes and took a quick glance at his watch. Their waitress said she would be back in five minutes if he got a private dance with Mythical (which was one hell of a stage name). He anxiously sipped at his drink while continuing to glance at his watch. After fifteen minutes came and went without any sight of their waitress, Rhett let out a frustrated groan. He could barely concentrate on the dancers that followed Mythical that he couldn’t get out of his head.
Two scotches and a shot of tequila later, their waitress eventually returned but Rhett didn’t even realize she was standing in front of him until she cleared her throat. “Sorry for the delay darling. Mythical is ready for you and you have him booked for the next hour.”
It took a minute for the words to register in his head and he was scrambling out of his seat to follow the woman to the back rooms. He had a lump in his throat as they neared the end of the hallway only to stop at the second to last door. She opened the door for Rhett and led him to sit on the black leather couch. “Mythical will be with you shortly. But before I go, he has two rules: no touching and no pictures. So keep your hands and your phone to yourself, darling.” With that, she exited the room.
Rhett was practically vibrating with anxiety and excitement while waiting for Mythical to enter the room. It was far from the first time that he ever received a private dance or a lap dance but something about this was different. He always enjoyed the company of female dancers and other women but he never did this with another man nor had he ever found himself turned on by another man. He had always considered himself to be completely straight, but something about that dance by Mythical really did something for him. Heck, he had still remained half hard after the performance.
“Well hello there, handsome.”
His eyes shot up and met the gaze of the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. His mouth immediately went dry at the sight of the man before him. Mythical was still wearing those impossibly tight shorts with his combat boots making him look absolutely delectable in Rhett’s mind.
“H-Hi.”
Mythical chuckled before he nudged the side of his glasses to move them up his nose. He placed his hands on Rhett’s shoulders so he could sink down in Rhett’s lap to straddle his thighs. Mythical moved one of his hands from Rhett’s shoulders to palm himself through his shorts, letting a soft moan escape from his lips.
Rhett’s pupils were blown with lust as he looked down to see the front of Mythical’s shorts stretching as his erection grew. He swallowed hard and used all of his self control to not touch himself or replace Mythical’s hand with his own. His head was thrown back against the back of the couch when Mythical started grinding against Rhett’s own growing erection. Rhett couldn’t remember the last time he came in his pants but if things kept going the way they were, his streak was sure to be broken in a matter of minutes.
Much to Rhett’s disappointment, the grinding stopped and Mythical stood up from the couch. It wasn’t for long though because he turned around and sank down to put his hands on Rhett’s thighs so he could barely brush his ass against Rhett’s lap. He moved his hips back and forth, dipping down every so often to grind down against Rhett. However when he felt hands on his hips, Mythical quickly grabbed them and shoved them back.
“Ah ah. No touching, handsome. You wouldn’t want this to end so soon, would you?” Mythical asked, sitting down completely in the other man’s lap and tilting his head back to look at Rhett.
“Rhett,” was all he responded, which earned him a quirked eyebrow. “M-my name is Rhett.”
Mythical smiled and replied, “Well, Rhett, keep your hands to yourself. I think both of us are in agreement that we would rather not have this end sooner than it started.”
Rhett held his hands up in surrender before shoving them under his thighs which he deemed to be his best chance at sticking to the rules. Typically Rhett had no issues with self restraint when he was in the presence of a dancer or even a date. He was a perfect gentleman; he kept his hands to himself unless the woman was in his bed, opened doors for his dates, pulled chairs out for them, and always respected boundaries put forth. However, something about Mythical made all of that go out of the window and Rhett wasn’t sure that he could keep those standards.
His thoughts were interrupted when Mythical resumed his spot on Rhett’s lap and his brain short circuited when the dancer started grinding his ass against Rhett’s groin as he slipped the shorts down his hips ever so slightly. Mythical took his cock into his hand and pulled it out of his shorts which Rhett involuntarily moaned at. When Rhett saw it in the flesh, he wasn’t sure how the man’s dick even fit in the latex shorts he was wearing because it was definitely impressive.
“Ah, Rhett. What I wouldn’t give to have your mouth on me or fuck me so hard I forgot my own name,” Mythical said breathlessly. He moaned loudly as he gripped his shaft and slowly pleasured himself, knowing if he went any faster he wouldn’t last very long. However, the hungry look in Rhett’s eyes made him want to stave off his orgasm just to keep him interested. Leaning forward to whisper in Rhett’s ear, Mythical moaned softly before saying, “I want you to absolutely ruin me.”
Groaning at the thought of fucking the raven haired man, Rhett palmed himself through his slacks to give himself any sort of reprieve. He ran his fingers through his hair just to do something with his hands while he watched Mythical fuck into his fist. Rhett wasn’t sure what the policy of the club was but he figured that if Mythical had the rules he did, he probably wouldn’t appreciate the older man jerking himself off in his presence.
“Oh god, I’m so close Rhett,” Mythical moaned, fucking into his hand quicker now. “Say my name, Rhett. I-it’s - ah - it’s Link.”
“Come on, Link. Come for me and let me hear you.”
Link was fast approaching his orgasm and hearing Rhett say his name caused him to moan loud enough that both men were sure the rest of the club heard him. He was practically screaming when he eventually came, cum splattering his chest and some even making it on to Rhett’s button-up shirt. His orgasm left his head spinning as he collapsed against Rhett’s chest. It took him a few minutes to collect himself and push himself off Rhett’s lap which was a little difficult with unsteady legs. Link laughed softly to himself, nudging his glasses up his nose again since they were practically falling off.
“Thank you for your company tonight, Rhett. I hope you thoroughly enjoyed your night at Eden-5,” Link said with a wink, pulling his short back up his hips.
Before Rhett could even reply, Link exited the room and the lights were dimmed which meant his hour was up. He let out a shaky breath that he didn’t even know that he was holding. The past hour was quite possibly the most Rhett had ever been turned on in his entire life and Link’s performance was the hottest he had ever seen.
He looked down at the small cum stain on his shirt which was a little embarrassing but it was nothing that couldn’t be fixed by just rebuttoning his suit jacket. Rhett stood up from the couch and attempted to readjust himself in his slacks which didn’t do much to help his throbbing erection but he doubted he would be welcomed back in the club if he stayed in the room to jack off.
It wasn’t long before he returned to the VIP area of the club and found Alexis in the same armchair getting a quick lap dance from one of the female strippers. Rhett plopped down in his seat where a fresh glass of scotch awaited him and was promptly consumed.
“So how was the time with your twink? I have to admit, he did have a tight ass,” Alexis said with a laugh as he took a sip of his scotch.
Rhett really wasn’t sure how to respond to his partner so he opted to just keep his eyes glued to the stage in front of him; his eyes on the woman on the pole but his mind still reeling over his time with Link.
All Rhett knew was he was absolutely smitten and he was totally fucked.
Monday morning came all too soon for Rhett because he couldn’t get Link out of his head. Immediately after leaving the strip club Friday night, he texted one of his hook ups to get off which turned into an awkward situation when Rhett looked down at the woman and saw Link on his back on the bed. It was especially awkward when he came in the woman and moaned Link’s name. The woman gave him a puzzled look which was laced with disgust and promptly left his house after the encounter.
Rhett let out a sigh when he took a seat in his office to boot up his laptop so he could start the day. With the LAX contract under his belt, there was much to do and he had several meetings with suppliers to make sure that everything was on track to have the construction done seamlessly. Sure, he had underlings that could handle that work but Rhett found that putting himself as the face of the company, suppliers tended to want to work a little harder for him and give him better deals. Alexis didn’t always agree with his approach because he felt that both men were above doing those sorts of menial tasks with being CEOs and all.
After pouring through his inbox and taking care of a few things that needed his immediate attention, Rhett headed to the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee to help him get on the right track before his meeting at 9am. It was with Voltaire Industries which would be the steel beam supplier for the contract. Frankly, it couldn’t have been a more boring meeting but Rhett had already put himself up to the task despite having the authority to throw anyone on the job to take his place.
With a coffee cup in his hand and his phone in the other, he entered the conference room with his nose in his phone to continue sorting through his emails and numerous meeting requests. When someone asked if he was ready for the meeting to begin, he quickly glanced up to the screen which had a slideshow set up already. Rhett acknowledged the voice but continued looking at his phone as the meeting started, only half listening to the presentation.
Damn, his personal assistant Josh double booked a meeting again.
“Mr. McLaughlin, I do apologize for boring you but I suggest you pay attention to the presentation at hand. After all, you are redesigning part of the second busiest airport in the United States.”
The voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he unwillingly put his phone in his jacket pocket. When he leaned forward in his chair to meet the eyes of the man leading the presentation, his heart nearly stopped. Those blue eyes behind black rimmed glasses with perfectly styled raven hair left the man’s appearance unmistakable.
It was Link.
Link smirked when he realized he finally captured Rhett’s attention but continued on with the presentation without hesitation. Rhett never knew that someone could make molds, the cost of steel, and delivery times sound absolutely enthralling. His attention was captured though through the rest of the presentation which lasted about a half hour. When the slideshow concluded, Link returned to his seat at the conference table and gave a fist bump to his coworker in a tiny celebration.
The man sitting next to Rhett asked him if he had any questions or concerns about what was presented. Rhett laughed softly, mostly at himself, because he had many questions but none of them pertained to what was actually being discussed at hand.
“I do have a few questions for Mr…” Rhett replied, motioning to Link.
“Mr. McLaughlin, I’m flattered that you were so interested in my presentation that you forgot I said my name at the start of my presentation. It’s Charles Neal.”
“Mr. Neal, could you please bring the presentation back up and go back to the slide regarding production and delivery times?”
Link did as requested and Rhett got up from his seat to go to the screen to point out a few inconsistencies as well as some revisions he wanted to make to the timelines that were provided. He went through a few more slides, adding in things that he would like to change or things that he was satisfied with. There of course was some push back from a few of the Voltaire employees, but that was quickly resolved when Rhett even mentioned the hint of considering another contractor to do the steel work.
When the meeting finally concluded, everyone started gathering their things to leave the conference room and head back to work. Link was the last person to get up from the conference table and Rhett was quick to reach a hand out and grab the younger man’s wrist. The rest of Link’s coworkers didn’t seem to notice that he was being stopped so they filed out of the conference room, filling the hallway with soft chatter.
“Is there something I can assist you with, Mr. McLaughlin? I do have to get going so I can return to work. You are a very demanding client after all,” Link said, removing his hand from Rhett’s grip.
Rhett stood up from his seat and crowded Link against the conference room wall, practically towering over the raven haired man. He reached in his pants pocket to pull out a sleek tin and removed one of his business cards. Rhett placed the card in Link’s pocket. He leaned down to whisper in Link’s ear, “What can I say? I’m a tough man to please but you don’t seem to have an issue pleasing me.”
Right after Rhett backed away to smooth his hand through his hair, one of Link’s coworkers peeked his head back in the conference room. “You coming Neal? We gotta get back for a production meeting.”
“Yes, I was just going over some last minute details with Mr. McLaughlin. I wanted to make sure he was satisfied before we left,” Link responded, a twinkle in his eye when he looked up at Rhett. When his coworker turned around to go back in the hallway, Link grabbed Rhett’s tie and pulled him down into a demanding kiss. It was hot, passionate, and just a little sloppy. The younger man pulled away and tucked Rhett’s tie back into his suit, placing a small pat in the middle of his chest before exiting the conference room.
Rhett had a dazed look on his face when Alexis walked in the conference room. “How did the meeting go with Voltaire? I hope you put those negotiation skills of yours to good use, McLaughlin,” he said, trying to get a read on Rhett. “Also that guy that just walked out looked really familiar for some reason.”
Clearing his throat, the blond responded, “The meeting went exceptionally well. I think they’ll be a fantastic supplier.”
He made a point to immediately leave the conference room without acknowledging the last part that Alexis said. The last thing he needed was his partner potentially cutting off all contact between Rhett and Voltaire Industries so there wouldn’t be a “conflict of interest”. Rhett honestly would have done the same thing if he was in Alexis’s shoes but he didn’t really care because he needed any chance of ever being in the same room as Link as much as humanly possible.
The week seemed to drag on for Rhett with endless meetings, financial reports, and hundreds of emails. When he finally arrived at his home in Beverly Hills, his body was practically on autopilot to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of bourbon. He sunk down onto his couch and pulled out his phone to check his messages; there was one from his mom asking how he was doing, a few from his lady friends propositioning him for a hookup over the weekend, one from Alexis asking him if he knew the name of some obscure song they listened to in college, and finally one from a number he didn’t recognize.
The area code was from where he grew up in North Carolina but it wasn’t anything he recognized. He hesitated on opening the message because the preview was of a video facing what looked to be a ceiling fan with the lights on. Rhett looked at his phone with a puzzled expression not really sure what exactly this video was and frankly he didn’t really want to open it because he heard of people getting weird messages that once opened would hack into his phone. “What the hell, why not?” Rhett mumbled to himself as he opened up the message. He pressed play on the video icon and was met with just a ceiling fan running with its lights on. There was heavy breathing in the background which creeped Rhett out a little bit, but before he exited out of the video, a voice finally spoke up.
“Oh fuck, I’ve been thinking about you all week Rhett. I would have given anything for you to bend me over and fuck me on your conference room table.”
All of the blood rushed to Rhett’s dick when a loud moan sounded in the background. His heart sped up when he heard a string of moans coming from behind the camera as well as a few curse words thrown in every so often. After a few moments, there was a high pitched moan that was long and drawn out followed by a sigh of relief. Soon the camera stopped facing the fan and switched to the front view which was a heavy breathing chest streaked with cum. The camera panned up slightly to reveal a grin on the lips of none other than Link Neal.
Rhett quickly made his way to his bedroom and jostled open his nightstand to reveal a purple tube of lube. He shoved his slacks and boxer briefs down to his thighs and poured a generous amount of the gel into his hand before taking his erection in his hand. With his free hand, he pressed play again on his phone so the video could play which he mainly just used to hear Link’s voice.
He groaned softly as he stroked himself, rubbing his thumb over the slit of the head of his cock. He continued stroking himself while the video played on loop and felt himself chasing his orgasm, desperate to reach his climax. Rhett’s rhythm slowly started to falter the closer he got to reaching his orgasm, but his hand moved faster because fuck he was so close. What eventually pushed him over the edge was when Link switched the camera to the front view of his ruined chest. Rhett continued stroking himself as he came over his fist, groaning loudly as the pleasure overtook him.
It was a few minutes before he finally regained his composure and evened out his heavy breathing. Rhett tucked himself back into his slacks before he walked into his bathroom to wash his hands off. When he returned to his room, he picked the phone up off of the bed and let his thumbs hover over the keyboard, unsure of how to respond back to Link. The gears turned in his head for a while but he eventually gave up trying to respond to the message because no matter what he came up with it all just sounded desperate for Link’s attention and Rhett McLaughlin was not a desperate man.
Eventually Rhett was brought back to reality when the notification sound went off on his phone; it was a message from Link. He hesitated to respond but finally gathered the courage to text back.
LN: Ouch, left on read?
LN: I hope I didn’t misread the situation.
RM: Honestly, I didn’t know how to respond.
LN: I can’t tell if that’s a good or a bad thing.
LN: Normally I get a much more enthusiastic response from my videos.
RM: Oh, there was an enthusiastic response.
RM: I just didn’t share it with you.
LN: What a shame, hopefully next time you’ll reconsider.
RM: I’ll reconsider if you go to dinner with me tomorrow night.
RM: How does 7pm sound at Wolstenholme?
LN: As lovely as that sounds, I work tomorrow night at Eden-5.
LN: I’m available Sunday-Wednesday nights after 6.
RM: I believe it will have to be Sunday then.
RM: I have to fly out Monday night to Vegas for a conference.
LN: A little eager are we?
LN: I’ll see you at 7pm on Sunday then Mr. McLaughlin.