Vegas Aces: The Wide Receiver Complete Series

CHAPTER 20 TRISTAN

The walls are all covered with heavy, dark curtains, and the first room has the feel of a nightclub. It’s a large space with loud music and flashing lights.

The floor is crowded with people dancing, but it’s too dark to get a good look at who else I might recognize. The music is so loud in here there’s no chance at conversation without yelling. The soundproofing must be on point in this place because I couldn’t hear the music that’s pumping loudly through the speakers in here when we stood in the lobby.

It’s not like I can run home and call my mom and tell her who I saw at the exclusive, private NDA club, anyway.

We go through one set of doors into a hallway with restrooms on either end and then enter through another set of doors to get to the second room. It takes up the other half of the first floor, and it’s much quieter with the double sets of doors separating it from the nightclub. Pool tables are taken as people conduct business over a game, and leather couches with women laughing together are set up around the room. It’s a relaxed atmosphere. People sip drinks, and unlike what I thought when Jaxon first mentioned this club, nobody’s naked.

I feel eyes on us as we move through the rooms—likely people are trying to recognize the new guys in the dim lighting, and some woman catches my eye and smiles at me.

She’s young and fit and wears the kind of dress that leaves very little to the imagination, and she’s not hiding her interest. She winks at me and seems to laugh, and then she turns her attention back to her friends, so I turn my attention back to Victor.

I can’t say I’m not intrigued by it all.

The next floor looks pretty much like a high-rent strip club. It’s a little nicer than Honeys, the place a lot of guys on the Aces frequent, but much of it is the same. There’s a stage, poles, and naked women gyrating to the music. In the middle of the room sit tables and chairs where people watch the dancers, sip drinks, or sit with plates full of food in front of them. Others wave money in the air, but unlike Honeys, the dancers here are completely naked. There are no G-strings to tuck the dollar bills into, and when they spread their legs, my eyes laser in on every sweet detail between them.

Along the back of the room is a bar, and Victor encourages us all to get a drink. It’s on the house, apparently, or included with membership if we’re so inclined. We watch the dancers while we wait for our drinks, and then he leads us through another door to continue the tour.

He takes us to the back wall and opens the slider door there to the backyard, and I find oasis back there. Palm trees and mystical lights and soft music set the ambiance, and it’s brighter out here with the dim pool lighting and the stars in the sky than the darkness inside.

“Because the house is built on a hill, the pool area is here on our second floor. It’s a place for relaxing and lounging.” Victor angles his head toward the third floor of the house. “Our exploration floor is divided into private rooms, though there are four rooms available for viewing. Two feature a two-way mirror so you can watch but the performers in the rooms don’t know they’re being watched. The other two rooms have windows so they can see you and you can see them. There are six other private bedrooms up there that have beds and various equipment you’re welcome to use if you’re a member. Some rooms have a time limit to accommodate more guests, but we have a sign-up sheet at reception that’s first-come, first served.”

I spot a couple ascending a staircase and going into a door at the top, so I assume that’s how you get to the third floor.

“Our club mission is to provide a place of entertainment for those who both seek privacy and can afford it,” he says, and we all continue to survey the pool area as he talks. “There are plenty of clubs in the area for the general public, and my partners and I wanted a new, exclusive kind of experience for Las Vegas. A place where people of stature could conduct business or explore whatever they wanted in privacy, without fear or concern that their preferences for pleasure might hit the tabloids. You’re welcome to bring a significant other if you have one, though they’ll need to submit the same paperwork upon your membership approval. If you’re unattached, this pool area is a great place to find someone to play with. We often bring in special acts or have themed party nights, and it’s really up to you how much or how little you want to participate. We work hard to ensure there’s genuinely something for everyone. I’m going to leave you to explore as I have a gift awaiting me upstairs, but if you have any questions at all, feel free to ask Heidi at the reception desk to track me down.”

I can’t help but wonder what, exactly, his gift is. Or who his partners are.

“Thanks, Victor,” Jaxon says.

“My pleasure. Enjoy your first night at Coax, and we hope to see you back.” He walks away with those words.

“So…can we have sex here tonight or no since it’s a preview night?” Travis asks Jaxon the second Victor walks away, like he’s been waiting to ask that question since we walked in the doors.

Jaxon laughs. “You can do whatever you want, man, but the club requests those clean bills of health before you fuck anybody. All the other stuff is fair game, though.”

Travis smiles gleefully, and Cory looks interested, too.

As for me…I’m not sure how to feel about all this.

I’m definitely intrigued. I don’t know if I’m really a sex club kind of guy, but this also really isn’t a sex club. It’s a place for four pro football players to go for a night out where we won’t have tourists hanging off us or paparazzi scrambling to get our photos.

But there’s a certain stigma attached to a place like this, the third floor anyway, and a strange sense of guilt pervades me even though I haven’t done anything more than enter the premises. I haven’t even been up there yet.

I’m only here because I wanted a night out with my friends. I’m not here to actually join this club. It’s a night out with friends at a new place, and that’s it.

Since there’s slightly more light out here thanks to the pool reflections bouncing all around us, it’s a little easier to make out who everybody is.

I recognize some more big name actors—likely friends of Victor’s since they’ve starred in movies together. I see a few basketball players I recognize, and I spot a hockey player or two. I’m guessing the baseball guys will start coming next week when the regular season ends, though I do spot a retired player across the way talking to a pair of women.

I see James McKinney, the bassist for the band Vail, with his wife. They look to be having a conversation that’s leading them to one of those rooms upstairs. Maybe they’re waiting their turn and he’s telling her everything he’s going to do to her up there.

I spot Sebastian Cresswell, a wild rock star who fronts the band Noteworthy, with a bevy of women surrounding him. My guess is he’ll have his dick in a few of them before the night’s over.

My curiosity is piqued. I want to go upstairs and see what happens in the rooms up there. I should go inside, grab a drink, and either hang by the pool tables on the first floor or watch the show on the second floor while I wait for the clock to tick toward midnight so we can get the fuck out of here…but my curiosity burns too strongly.

Cory asks Jaxon another question, and it breaks up my thoughts. “Where do you tend to hang out the most?”

“Depends,” he says. “I usually go to second floor and find a dancer to bring up to one of the private rooms. It’s one of the main differences between this place and a place like Honeys.”

“You mean the strippers actually want to fuck the clients?” Cory deadpans, and I can’t help a small chuckle.

“Oh yeah,” Jaxon says with a wide grin, and I feel like I’m learning things about Jaxon I never knew before.

Maybe I’ll learn a few things about myself while we’re here tonight, too.