"Holy shit!" declared Nick as he looked around at the mess. "Where do we start?"
He began to walk further into the flat, kicking at some of the upturned items as he did, and bent down to pick something up just as Noah called out in an urgent voice.
"Nick, don’t touch anything! We have to call the police."
Nick jumped back as if bitten by a snake, and turned to look at his partner, his eyes wide. "Are you sure?"
"But what do we tell them? How do we explain how we got in here ourselves?"
"I don’t know, but we have to get them involved, and fast!"
The Sydney Police Centre was a matter of a few minutes’ walk from where they were, so they carefully let themselves out, trying not to touch anything else, including the front door, and made their way quickly to the large grey concrete building on Goulburn Street. Whether it had been purposely built to terrify anyone who approached it, or had just ended up that way, it succeeded very well in being one of the least welcoming edifices in the entire city. The two men approached it with a sense of concern and dread.
At the front desk they were greeted with a professional friendliness by a young female officer.
"We would like to report a missing person," Noah said quietly.
"And possibly a kidnap!" added Nick dramatically.
The officer studied them both, looking from one to the other. "Yes, sir", she said, matter-of-factly. "Would you please wait here while I get someone to come and speak with you?" Without waiting for any reply she turned her back and disappeared through a one-way glass door behind her. Noah took a seat and waited quietly while Nick began to pace from side to side.
After about five minutes, the officer reappeared, and nodded to them. "Sgt. Jamieson will be out to see you shortly, and to get all the details to file a missing person report," she stated before proceeding to ignore them and give her attention to something on the desk and out of their sight.
A very long twenty-five minutes passed, with Nick getting more and more agitated. Noah knew there was nothing he could do to either hurry up the process, or to calm his boyfriend, so he sat resignedly and watched Nick wear a trail in the carpet of the reception area. Just as Noah could sense that Nick was about to blow his top and start yelling at someone, a door to one side opened and an older, thickset man asked in a disinterested voice, "Mr. Sorensen, Mr. Giannis?"
Nick and Noah both responded quickly as he held out his hand. "Hello, I’m Sgt. Jamieson. Would you please come through?" He led them into a small bare office just off the main waiting area and ushered them into uncomfortable chairs at a desk while he seated himself opposite.
"I understand you want to lodge a ‘missing person’ report?" he said as he settled himself down.
"That’s correct," Noah stated, holding his hand up to Nick in a warning to take it easy. "A friend of ours, Mr. Jim Richards, seems to have disappeared."
"I see …"
"He was last seen in the early hours of Monday morning, and hasn’t shown up for work, or been in contact with any of his friends since then," Noah stated quietly but firmly.
The policeman looked at him carefully. "Well, it is only Wednesday today. Why are you so sure he’s gone missing? He may just not want to talk to anyone."
Nick stated quickly, "His neighbour heard a fight in his flat Monday morning, and the place is a mess! Besides, it’s not like him to just disappear without letting anyone know."
"Mmmm," said the officer, turning his gaze now to Nick. "And how do you know this?"
Nick began to splutter, when Noah stepped in to save the day.
"We went to his building and knocked on some doors," he said calmly. "One of his neighbours told us that he had heard an argument or at least a lot of noise in the early hours of Monday morning. When we went back and tried Jim’s door, it wasn’t latched properly, and with a little ‘jiggling’ we got it open, and saw that the place was a mess," Noah lied expertly. "So we closed the flat again, and came straight here to report it."
"I see." Sgt Jamieson sat for a minute thinking. "You’re not related to the missing man?"
"No," Noah spoke again. "I work with him, and he missed his shifts on Monday and Tuesday nights, so we became concerned about him."
"I asked around amongst his friends, and no one has seen him since Sunday night!" Nick added, once again joining the conversation, his sense of urgency overcoming his chagrin at letting out that they had been inside Jim’s flat.
The cop finally took out a form and a pen and began to write. He took down Jim’s details; name, address, age, brief description, then Noah’s details. "Where did Mr. Richards work?" he asked.
"At the Bobby Goldsmith Foundation," answered Noah.
"Oh, I see …" said Jamieson, his eyes shooting up to Noah. "And he was last seen where?"
Nick jumped in. "One of his friends saw him late Sunday night or early Monday morning at the Shift …"
"That’s a nightclub on Oxford Street," Noah began. "Its proper name is The Midnight Shift."
Again a look from the policeman, as he sat back and studied the two. "That’s a gay club, isn’t it?" The comment was a statement rather than a question. "Are you sure your friend hasn’t simply decided to disappear for a day or two? Perhaps he’s ‘otherwise engaged’." A smirk crept over Jamieson’s face, his eyes saying much more. "Maybe he met someone at this club, went home with him …"
Nick’s exasperation roared to the surface yet again. "Yeah!" he said loudly. "The Shift is a gay club, Jim is gay, I’m gay, Noah is gay, they work for a gay charity! For fuck’s sake, one block from here you’d swear the whole world was gay if you looked around yourself. What difference does it make? The guy’s missing and we’re bloody well worried about him."
"There’s no need to get excited, Mr. Giannis," said Jamieson softly. "I was just wondering if you would feel more comfortable dealing with one of our Gay Liaison Officers?"
"I’d feel more comfortable dealing with anyone who indicated that they took this matter a bit more seriously than you seem to be!" Nick exploded.
By this stage, Noah was also becoming angry, although in him it manifested itself completely differently. He spoke with an icy voice.
"Sgt. Jamieson, as I understand it, the GLO’s are supposed to assist where the fact that someone is gay means that they either don’t feel comfortable dealing with the police, or where the matter being dealt with is particularly a gay one. That is not the case here; unless you’re suggesting that the fact that the people involved are gay means that the police will treat it differently from how they would if that were not the case. Perhaps it is you who would feel more comfortable with someone else dealing with our concern, which is that a person is missing, not that a gay person is missing."
The police officer reddened as Noah stared at him and continued. "I don’t know or care what your particular sexual preference is. What I do care about is the way in which you investigate our friend’s disappearance. And if I’m not happy with that, I’ll take it up with your superiors, whether they are gay or not!"
With that he sat back expectantly, looking at the officer in front of him. Nick sat back as well, a thin smile of pride in the way Noah had spoken sneaking onto his lips.
The cop looked from one to the other, surprise giving way to a grudging respect, as he coughed to clear his throat. "Yes, well, we’ll log this as a missing person, and get right onto it," he said in an official voice.
"Does that mean someone will be going to his flat?" Noah asked, not letting him get away.
"Yes, we’ll send someone over there."
"When? I’d like to be there, at least as soon after they have finished as possible, just to make sure it’s left secure and to tidy up a bit."
"No, you can’t do that. It will be declared a possible crime scene, which means it has to be left untouched. And our men will make sure it’s left secure, don’t worry."
Noah seemed uncertain for a moment. "Okay then, but I’d still like to know when they are going," he said forcefully. "I feel as if I should be doing something to help, instead of just sitting around and waiting."
"If you really want to help," said Jamieson, obviously still uncomfortable, and eager to be rid of the two for now, "we could use a photograph of Mr. Richards; something reasonably recent and clear, so we can distribute it around. Other than that, it would be best if you just let us get on with our work."
"Done!" stated Noah, feeling he had gained a moral victory over this irritating policeman. He also harboured some doubts about just how seriously their claims were being taken, but he’d allow them the benefit of the doubt, for the time being anyway.
Once they were away from the Police Centre, Nick breathed a long sigh of relief mixed with annoyance. "Do you think they’ll do anything at all about it?" he asked.
"They’d better!" Noah stated, "Or I really will be going over that idiot’s head!"
Later that afternoon, Noah returned to the Police Centre armed with a photo of Jim that he’d located at home that had been taken the previous summer. When he asked for Sgt. Jamieson, he was told that the officer was not available, so he explained to the young constable at reception that he had a photograph to deliver to help with the missing person investigation for Mr Jim Richards.
He was asked to wait, and within a very short time a tall, dark haired man approached him from the same door that Jamieson had exited earlier in the day.
"Mr. Sorensen?" the man asked, to which Noah nodded a reply. "I’m Detective Roarty, and I’m working with Sgt. Jamieson on this matter. Can I help you?"
Noah smiled. It seemed that his outburst earlier had paid off. At least the police seemed to be taking the matter seriously, and he instinctively felt as though he wasn’t being brushed off or discounted by this new detective.
"I see," he said. "I have a photo of Mr. Richards, as Sgt. Jamieson asked for this morning," Noah explained.
"Thank you," Roarty said sincerely.
"Do you know when the flat will be checked?" Noah asked.
"As soon as possible. If there has been some foul play as you suggested to Sgt. Jamieson, then we need to try to follow up before the trail gets cold."
About time! Noah thought to himself. Out loud, he voiced his gratitude. "Thank you. I and other of Mr. Richards’ friends are very concerned about his welfare. Will you let me know of any developments?"
"Of course!" Roarty assured him. "We have your contact details, and we’ll be in touch if there is anything to report or need to ask further questions."
"If I can help at all, please let me know," Noah added, but Roarty motioned him to calm.
"Please, just let us get on with our job. It’s always much easier if we can do our work without civilians getting in the way, even with the best of intentions," he said, although he did so in a way which wasn’t condescending, but meant to allay Noah’s fears.
"Very well …" said Noah doubtfully, making his goodbyes and leaving the policeman to ‘do his job’. He still had some reservations, but at least it seemed as though he was being taken seriously at last.
That afternoon Nick and Noah were at home again, going over their experience with the police, and trying to decide what else they could do to find Jim. Neither of them felt particularly confident about the official investigation, but as Noah pointed out, they could do very little for the time being.
"What about the doorman at the Shift?" Nick suddenly asked. "Maybe he’ll remember seeing Jim leave. After all, he was a regular, maybe he left with someone else whom the doorman remembers as well?"
"It’s worth a try!" declared Noah. "Let’s call the place and find out who was on that night, and whether they’re still there."
He quickly looked up and then dialled the number, getting on to the duty manager without much trouble. When he explained the reason for his call, and the problems they were having, he received a sympathetic ear. The bar owners were all too familiar with the lack of enthusiasm the police often showed to their problems, and also wanted to make sure their establishment didn’t get any bad publicity from the story. Noah found out that there were two bouncers, or doormen, on from midnight until dawn that night, but that neither of them would be working until midnight again tonight. Helpful as the manager was, he wasn’t about to give out home numbers for his staff, and suggested that Noah come to the club and talk to them when they started work later in the evening.
"Okay, thanks," said Noah as he rang off, and related the story to Nick.
"So we can’t do anything until they start work at midnight?" Nick said, and Noah could sense his impatience.
"I’m afraid not. You’re just going to have to cool your heels for six or seven hours, lover boy."
"Shit! I hate waiting around, doing nothing."
Noah grinned. "Don’t I know it! Still, I’m sure we can find some way to kill the time …" his voice lowered and became suggestive as he spoke. Nick picked up on it immediately.
"Mmmm?" Nick questioned in a low murmur, his eyes narrowing. "I seem to recall that you still owe me an evening downstairs!" he stated.
Noah’s face split into a mischievous smile. "That’s right! You think you can get your mind off Jim long enough to give me the attention I deserve?"
Nick said nothing, but with an evil leer on his features, he simply took Noah by the hand and led him to the cellar door and down the stairs to their secret sex-pit.
For the next few hours the two men put the outside world away from their minds, and indulged in their favourite pursuit - hot leather sex with each other. Noah knew that Nick needed the diversion, and they both could do with letting off some tension, while they were unable to do anything more to help their friend.
They helped each other dress in shining black hide, and quickly fell into their preferred roles. Down here, it was Nick who took control, becoming the powerful ‘master’ and dominating Noah, his compliant, willing ‘slave’. The roles they played were in many ways a reversal of the life they lived outside their special place, but ones they needed when they were alone together.
Noah’s ‘outfit’ consisted of a harness of straps that wrapped around his upper torso, four studded black bands that connected from a ring between his shoulder blades to two large metal circles that surrounded his pierced nipples and were joined by a silver chain. A single piece of dark leather then fell across the centre of his stomach to connect to a shining steel cockring encircling his nuts and the base of his long thin penis. On his legs, tight chaps gripped at the muscles, accentuating every move he made and dropping into black boots encasing his feet. His head was obscured by a leather hood that covered his ears and nose, but had slits allowing him to see.
His ‘master’, Nick, wore chaps and boots also, the legs of his chaps gleaming in the soft candlelight. His groin was a triangle of black leather, a snap on codpiece temporarily restraining his thick uncut meat as it bulged forward from his body. On his upper body a shining black vest hung open to reveal an elaborate harness of chain that slung over his shoulders and below his pecs, and his eyes were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses beneath a black leatherman’s cap, the visor pulled low and menacing.
Revelling in the atmosphere of their room, and trembling with anticipation, Nick stepped forward to take possession of his man. His hands reached out to Noah’s chest and his fingers closed over the rings of silver inserted through Noah’s nipples. He pulled gently but firmly at the hard brown nubs and cool steel, and was rewarded with a soft groan of pleasure from Noah’s throat, and the very obvious springing of Noah’s cock to full erection. Pulling again, he drew his partner to himself, and their lips met in a soft brushing which quickly developed into a frenzied attack one on the other, each probing and tasting at the other mouth, while Nick’s hands remained at Noah’s chest and Noah slid his arms beneath the folds of Nick’s vest and ran his palms over the wide shoulders and down to the firm round orbs of his man’s butt.
Nick broke their kiss, torn between the desire to continue and the need now awakened in him for more. His head rolled back as he moaned quietly and his hands lifted to Noah’s shoulders, pushing the other man down to his knees.
Noah willingly complied, positioning himself in front of his ‘master’, his eyes almost level with the bulging black pouch of Nick’s groin. Still gripping at the muscled melons of Nick’s arse, he drank in the view before him, almost salivating at the prospect of having his man’s prong deep within him. He leaned forward until he could smell the heady aroma of male musk mixed with the scent of tanned hide. The pouch encasing Nick’s masculinity was only centimetres from his mouth, and Noah breathed deeply, his eyes watching carefully as the tight leather strained against the thick tube that was Nick’s cock. He licked his tongue outward, making contact with the shining blackness and began to trace the shape of his lover through the covering. His lips followed as he quickly nibbled and bit at the solidity, massaging that glorious flesh through its leather case.
Nick’s hands were on his head, and he could feel the strength of those arms guiding him against their owner, directing him from side to side as he attacked his target. Noah trembled with passionate arousal as his palms slid across Nick’s butt and up and down the dark logs of Nick’s legs, the texture of his chaps soft against Noah’s hands. Nick held Noah’s head firmly, felt the smooth covering of the hood beneath his fingers and trembled at the erotic touch of Noah’s lips and tongue against his leathered groin. Opening his eyes and looking down, he was rewarded with a vision of exciting blackness, the dark roundness of his ‘slave’s’ head pressing into the inky throb of his crotch. Suddenly, Noah lifted a little, and his teeth found the snaps that held the codpiece in place. With a determined pull, it came away and Nick felt his prick jump out, released at last. Instantly, it was encased again, but now by the exquisite heated wetness of Noah’s throat and Nick murmured involuntarily.
"Fuck yeah …" he hissed.
Noah attacked Nick’s shaft with gusto. Unable to wait any longer, once he had freed that thick shaft he dived upon it, swallowing as much of the engorged log of manflesh as he could manage. Carefully nipping at Nick’s cock, scraping his teeth cautiously over the sensitive, stretched skin, he constricted his throat around it and with the benefit of extensive experience swallowed the entire length without gagging. His nose was buried in Nick’s pubic hair, and his fingers found the rolling balls of Nick’s testicles against Noah’s chin and he massaged them expertly. He happily allowed Nick to commence a slow thrusting motion, sliding his mouth up and down along the throbbing tool as he suckled and licked, tasting his mate’s manliness and coating him with saliva.
Before long, Nick’s desires overcame his pleasure at the attention from Noah’s mouth. He wanted, needed, more. Reaching down, he lifted Noah from his knees until they stood once again facing each other. With their differing heights, Noah’s leather covered head was considerably higher than the peak of Nick’s cap, but Nick did not even notice. Quickly, he leaned forward, his lips closing around the now swollen brown nubs of Noah’s tits. He bit gently down on each of the tiny erections in turn, finding the silver piercings and dragging back at them before releasing each and blowing lightly on the aroused skin, or licking at the alluring metal circles set through his partner’s chest. As he did, Noah groaned yet again, his breath quickening as his excitement increased.
The animal need was growing in each of them quickly now. Relinquishing his hold on Noah’s chest, Nick stood up and moved into Noah, their bodies connecting, rubbing against each other. As he did, Noah was forced gradually backwards until he came up against the hard edge of the sling suspended from the roof in this special basement of theirs. Without hesitation he began to lean back, and Nick took his hands as he did, helping him to recline onto the platform of leather. As Noah’s weight settled into place, Nick’s hands fell to his partner’s legs, wrapped around the chaps just behind Noah’s knees, and lifted, pushing upwards until Noah’s legs were high and spread. With practised ease, Nick slid Noah’s booted feet into the hanging stirrups on either side and leaned forward over his slave once again, drinking in the vision of his ‘boy’ laying back open and inviting, waiting to be taken.
Noah looked along his own body and between his upturned, leather clad legs to the dark vision approaching him. The gleaming brightness of the vest Nick wore, and the black bands of his chaps and harness were incredibly erotic.
"Take me, Sir," he whispered, the need evident in his voice. "Fuck me, please, now!"
Nick needed no encouragement. Slathering a generous glob of lubricant over his prong, he moved into the space between Noah’s legs, guiding his cock to its target, the twitching pink rosebud of Noah’s anus. As he leaned into his man, he felt the firm flesh of Noah’s entrance against the head of his cock, and waited as he watched his partner relax against the imminent invasion. As he pressed slowly but relentlessly forward, he felt the resistance of Noah’s sphincter melt, and in through the ring of muscle his cockhead sank.
A gasp of delighted pleasure escaped from Noah. He felt the insertion of Nick’s cock through his entrance with a miniscule and fleeting pain that was instantly replaced by the wondrous joy of being filled. As he clenched himself around the thick log of flesh that now pierced him, he murmured with satisfaction.
"Unnhhh, yeah, that’s so good! Fuck me, Nick."
Noah trembled as Nick began to push further into him. He felt the steady intrusion of his man as Nick’s weapon slid into him, twitched with delight as Nick’s cock massaged his prostate and continued it’s voyage into his gut. Soon, almost too soon, he felt the heavy spheres of Nick’s balls slap against his bare arse. Nick was completely buried in him and he ached with delight.
Quickly, Nick began to thrust in and out of Noah’s body. His base lust grew as he plunged his cock into the hot moist cavern of his man, then pulled back to shove in again. The squelching, slapping noises as he humped himself at the hard, chiselled body below him excited him further, and the smell of male sex intertwined with the scent of leather caused his urges to take control. He soon found a rhythm, lunging forward then withdrawing ready for another push, feeling Noah clench against him, then relax to invite him back in. His throbbing prick, hard as rock, stabbed into Noah, pistoning in and out as his tempo increased in line with his desire.
Noah writhed and gasped as Nick’s cock thundered into him. He clenched and released, trembled with growing passion as electric shocks of pleasure raced through his nerves. He reached forward as Nick ploughed deep into his body, and found Nick’s nipples, pinching and tugging at them. Nick continued to rut against him, harder and faster, impaling Noah on his fleshy dagger, deeper and stronger. Their fuck took on a life of its own, all consuming, powerful and sweaty as they shivered and swore, coupled in a heaving, shaking union of pure masculine enjoyment.
Together they peaked. Nick shouted out a warning of his impending explosion just as Noah knew he could hold back no longer. Noah pulled Nick into himself, and Nick crashed forward one last time, thrusting his swollen cock deeper and further into his partner than ever, and they locked together, twitching and shuddering as their simultaneous orgasm rocked them to the core. Nick emptied his seed deep inside his lover, a torrent of his very essence deposited within Noah’s bowel, as Noah jetted streamers of white hot jism into the confined space between their abdomens, filling the void with sticky manjuice and gluing them together in a pool of cum.
The wildly swaying sling now took their combined weight as Nick collapsed against his slave, and Noah settled back into the warm glow of sated passion. The squeaking of leather against leather slowly gave way to heaving breaths as they recovered, still embracing, and smiling happily at each other as their climax subsided.
It was close to 12.30 when Nick and Noah arrived at the nightclub. After cleaning themselves up and taking a fast shower, Noah had quickly rummaged through their collection of photos and come up with another recent image of Jim, by himself, which was fairly clear. He reasoned that it could be useful in trying to get the guys on the door to remember their friend from Sunday night.
As soon as the two arrived, they quickly established that the men standing at the street level door to the club were in fact the two who worked in the same spot Sunday night.
"Oh yeah," said one who identified himself as George. "The boss said someone had been asking about the other night, and might be coming around. You’re not cops are you?"
"No," grinned Noah. "It’ll probably take the cops some time to get around to asking you guys anything, if they do at all. We’re just friends of this man and we’re worried about him."
With that he fished out the photo of Jim. "We believe he was here Sunday night, and left after midnight with someone. But no one’s seen him since, and his place has been trashed. Do you recognise him?"
"The face is kinda familiar …" said George slowly, "but I can’t say I remember him from the other night in particular. Hey Dave, you know this guy?" he addressed his colleague.
Dave wandered over casually and studied the photograph.
"Yeah, I know him. He’s here quite a bit."
"Sunday?" butted in Nick quickly. Dave stopped to think, rubbing his chin.
"Mighta been Sunday that he was here. I remember him leaving ‘cause he looked to be out of it, and he was going home with a real stunner. I wondered why the blond guy was bothering - he wasn’t gonna be much use to him."
"Blond guy?" Nick almost yelled. Noah spoke more calmly, although he was just as anxious.
"Did you know the ‘blond guy’? Who he is, where he lives? Anything?"
"Nah, don’t know him, but he is good looking!" Noah’s heart began to fall. "Lena would probably know …"
"Yep. Lena Gainstme. She’s one of the regular drags that get in here. The blond one was sitting with her most of the night, and I recall she left about the same time - called out something about seeing him later and not doing anything she wouldn’t, then they got separate cabs."
Nick could barely restrain himself. "Is this Lena here tonight?" he asked quickly.
George joined in again now. "Sure is! She showed up about half an hour ago, in a green and gold dress three sizes too small, made outta Lycra and sequins, with matching shoes that must have 8" heels on ‘em. All that on a weeknight! God only knows what she does during the day! She’s upstairs now."
"Thanks, guys," Noah said quickly, as he followed Nick who had gone bounding up into the club in search of a green and gold drag queen.
Lena could hardly be missed. Poised on a stool at one end of the bar, she looked as though she were holding court. Her legs were crossed carefully as her skirt rode up almost to her waist, her hair a creation of impossibly blonde curls that rose a foot above her head, topped with a rainbow-hued tiara. She held a glass in hands that were dominated by two inch long bright red nails, sipping through a straw and licking at purple lips. Her eyes darted all around, surveying the club and its patrons with a possessive, almost lustful, look.
Nick went straight up to her. "Lena?" he asked. "My name is Nick …"
"Of course it is dear," she cut him off with a wave. Her voice sounded like gravel being scraped over concrete with a shovel. "All good little Greek boys are called ‘Nick’. You are Greek?"
"Umm, yes, but …"
"I knew it. I love Greek, don’t you? I’m a veritable expert in it, darling," she stated with a smile that stayed on her lips and did not touch her face.
Noah had arrived as Nick answered her. "Excuse me ma’am. I’m Noah, Nick’s friend," he began.
Lena’s arm flew wide as she spoke again. "Noah and Nick? Nick and Noah? How absolutely precious. And just look at you, sweeties," she said as she took her own advice, her eyes raking over the two of them. "Chalk and cheese! Yin and Yang! Faaaaabulous!"
Nick was dumbfounded, certain she must smoke 100 cigarettes an hour to make her voice so deep and rough. Noah tried to keep up with her. Fishing out the photograph again, he showed it to her. "This is a friend of ours, Jim. Do you recognise him?" he asked politely.
She cast a bare glance at the image before looking back to Noah’s face. "Daaaarling, I never recognise a face. Do you have a picture of him from the waist down? Naked?"
Ignoring the comment, and the batted eyelashes that accompanied it, Noah pressed again. "Please, Lena, it’s important. He’s missing. Dave downstairs says he left here a couple of nights ago with a friend of yours - a good looking blond man, who had been sitting with you most of the night…? Apparently you left about the same time that they did, but they went home together and you got a separate taxi."
"Oooooooh!" came an incongruously high-pitched screech. "I do hope you’re not suggesting that I EVER go home alone, young man!" Lena hissed. Nick was just about at the end of his tether, and inched towards her with a murderous glint in his eye, but Noah stepped between them.
"Listen, ‘daarling’," he whispered, the sarcasm and the threat easily heard in his voice. "Do you know this blond or not? I haven’t got time to waste, and all the nylon in your hair and your frock is beginning to fray my friend’s nerves. When that happens he usually hits something, or someone."
The tall drag queen sat up suddenly, her eyes widening. She was unused to having anyone talk back at her this way, and it showed. She could sense the seriousness in Noah’s voice, and for the first time seemed to acknowledge the anxiety in Nick’s demeanour. "Well, Mr. Butch, since you ask so nicely …" she placed a finger on her chin and pretended to think, but just for a second. "I do believe that would have been that nice young boy I brought along with me - Geoffrey, Geoffrey Renouf. Yes that was the one. I remember because I wondered if he was related to Lady Renouf. He swore he wasn’t, but you just never know with these society types. He wanted to take me out on his yacht, but I told him I never do anything in daylight, after all, one has to protect one’s skin and …"
Nick grabbed her by the arm, squeezing tightly, enough to bring her babble to a stop. "Do you know where we might find this ‘Geoffrey Renouf’?" he asked in a menacing tone.
"Well, same place I did, darling," she looked at him as if to say that it was obvious, "he works at the IGA Supermarket just down the block on Oxford Street. You know, I did wonder why someone who owned a yacht would be working there, but that’s where I found him. Just popped in to pick up some essentials, you know - pate, champagne, toilet paper - and there he was. Stunning! I knew straight away he was the kind who would want … "
She continued on, but Nick and Noah heard no more. "You’ve been very helpful. Buy yourself a drink!" Noah exclaimed as they left her alone, throwing a twenty on the counter beside her, which she snatched up expertly.
"Nice young men!" she commented to no one in particular as she caught the barman’s eye and waved her overlarge hand at him for a refill.
To be continued …