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Chapter Three

The queue for The Junction stretched down the street. Jett had hired extra security on the door, and once Aaron was waved inside, he struggled through the crowd, the box he was holding acting as a ram. The clubbers were all dressed up, either angels or devils, the girls wearing as little as possible, the men, a bit more reserved, some wearing their normal wear, but with added halos or horns.

Aaron froze in the middle of the club, and just took it all in. Jett had divided the club, half heaven, half hell. One side had thick red drapes hanging from the ceiling, skeletons, smoke machines, and dancers dressed as demons, including scary contact lenses and horns.

White, glittery material hung on the heaven’s side. A machine sprayed out bubbles, Aaron could even smell something like bubble-gum from that side of the room, too. Angel-dressed dancers were suspended on hoops from the ceiling, holding their bodies in all sorts of difficult, yet graceful positions. The place certainly had a wow effect, and Aaron moved in a haze to the VIP room.

“He’s done well, hasn’t he?”

Aaron turned to Mary-Sue, dressed as a devil, dark red lipstick, cat-eye contact lenses, and pointed horns. She wore a black set of underwear, and knee-high boots, and yet more shimmering body-paint.

“He has,” Aaron agreed.

She gestured to the box. “Can I take a peek?”

Aaron lifted the lid and watched Mary-Sue’s reaction. Her red lips popped open, and she scrunched her brow. “Where’s the rest of it?”

Aaron snorted and closed the lid.

“Come on, Boss, I’ll get you a drink.”

Mary-Sue led the way, and he followed. Customers moved out of her way, mainly to stare at her ass as she strutted by, but still, Aaron preferred not to elbow everyone, or glare until they backed away. It was Jett’s night, and he didn’t want to ruin it by starting a fight.

Aaron stopped at the bar, put the box down, then waited for Mary-Sue to appear on the other side. She hooked something around his neck, and he glanced down at the VIP badge.

“I get a devil’s VIP badge?”

“Well there’s no way you’d get the angels’ one.”

Mary-Sue laughed, then handed Aaron a menu.

“You’re looking hot by the way,” she said.

Aaron glanced down at himself. He was wearing his normal black pants, white shirt, black jacket. The price tag would’ve made most people’s eyes water, but it was nothing to Aaron. He knew he looked good, knew the outfit screamed out expense.

“Thank you,” Aaron said. “The same to you.”

“The knee-high boots not too much?”

“Hell no.”

“And the body paint?”

“I’m a big fan of the body paint.”

Mary-Sue smiled. “I’m liking this,” she said, gesturing to Aaron’s jaw. The truth was, he’d not had time to shave, too busy rushing around the city for an outfit, but the shadow suited him, making him look even more dark and alluring, or so he hoped.

“Jett likes facial hair.”

“Does he?”

That was one thing he had over Marlon Steel.

“Yep, tall, dark and handsome, that’s his type.”

Aaron puffed out his chest. He had more than one thing over Marlon Steel.

“So about that drink?” Aaron said, lifting his eyebrow, scanning through all the cocktails, trying not to make it too obvious he was changing the subject.