Faked Deaths and Broken Minds

Caught

Sophia fell silent. Then, she said solemnly, "Then, get some disposable stuff and sheaths. Also, write something and put the slip somewhere they can see. Make sure the hints are subtle. They're adults, so let them be."

Our rooms were on the first floor. The guests had the second floor, and the third floor was where they could move. Everything was decked out. When we finished our work, I thought my back was giving up on me.

Night came, and Sophia said, "We won't be going to the club tonight. The club's coming to us." She made a call, and the club's owner came with some of his escorts. They brought drinks and music too. Once the lighting work was done, the villa became a mini club.

Well, it was certainly an eye-opening experience. The escorts's abs were chiseled. The club owner was a talented man, and he managed to make Sophia and me laugh our socks off.

Then, I saw the owner trying to record a video. "Wait, I'm not showing myself to the camera!"

"It's alright. Just the side. Promotional purposes, see. My club's business is great, but this whole street's competition is stiff. Your bed and breakfast combined with my club? And male escorts on-demand? Perfection."

Yeah, that was a good idea. I nodded, and Sophia had no objections. Though we brought a lot of money, we couldn't just live off that forever. We had to have a stream of income.

The video went viral, of course. Business boomed again. I was a little scared. Good thing the video only showed my side profile, and the lighting was dim. No one recognized me, probably.

We got more and more guests coming on, so we had no choice but to buy the unit next door and renovate it.

The day was out, and Sophia took me to the club. "Mr. Quincy told me they got some new guys. We should check it out."

I thought it was fine. I should let my hair down, so I went with Sophia. The moment we went inside, a group of models came to us.

Mr. Quincy said, "New guys. Anything from a pure and innocent heartthrob to a dark and mysterious alpha. And we've also got a super obsessive lover over here. Anything you want."

I sat down, and the 'pure and innocent heartthrob' came to me, holding a glass of wine. "Here. I picked this for you."

The man on my right looked at me. "Tonight, I'm yours."

Oh, this was heaven. "You've got some great business skills, Mr. Quincy. Where'd you find these guys?"

"Hey, customer satisfaction is what I care about. You can have anyone you want. Have fun. I see more guests coming."

Sophia and I exchanged a smile. The escorts were serving us, and it was bliss. We were generous with our money, so the escorts loved us. Then, our big client called us. Oh, yeah, their booking was later that night.

I texted, 'I'm at the club. You can do whatever you want. The door's passcode is eight sixes.'

I tossed my phone aside and returned to the fun. The escorts were trying to serve me wine, and I got a little lost in my ecstasy.

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In my drunken episode, I saw a couple of guys coming toward me, and my eyes lit up. "Mr. Quincy must've spent good money. These are perfect guys."

Sophie raised her head and nodded. "The older one has this refined and reserved air, but the younger one is colder, sharper. Ooh, looks scary, but also handsome. Uh, they look familiar, though."

Then, the model told us, "They're not our colleagues."

Sophia and I exchanged a bemused look, and then a bad feeling hit us. The men were getting closer, and when we saw their faces, we shouted in unison, "Run!"