Shiver

The Silver Tongue is one of the most popular club in Goldstone. The long queue to get into the bar every night was a view that some tourists would capture through their cameras, just to stand and took pictures of themselves in front of the club was a good enough experience for them. A huge silver neon tongue on top of the building can be seen from miles away. It is the center of the night life in Goldstone, and Goldstone is a city that never sleeps.

It's situated in a rather shady part of the city, but that never prevented anyone to go there and stood for hours just to get a taste of the Silver Tongue experience. Public figures went there as regulars, actors, actresses, celebrities, athletes, everyone who was Somebody in the city went there. They have a VIP lane to let their distinguished guests in, while Tom had a back door passage for delivering supplies regularly to the place.

Jeremy Stone had tried for years to be able to land a gig at The Silver Tongue. With the looks of it, he might just get it this summer. The second floor was an open stage for bands and singers to play unplugged for a quieter taste. The first floor is where they have varieties of entertainment ranging from light show, DJ's, dancers, fire shows, anything that lights up the night and get the mojo going for all the visitors. The third floor was where the bedrooms were. They rented rooms for guests who needed them for whatever purposes, mostly casual sex, be it transactional or mutual, they rented the rooms by the hour.

The third floor was definitely illegal, but they covered it as employees quarter. Every room had a TV, refrigerator, bathroom, a queen size bed, much like a hotel room with no windows and very minimal lightings. These rooms are not cheap due to the confidentiality agreement the guests had to agree upon renting, but most nights, the third floor generates the most money.

Tom took a stool at the bar, drinking a complimentary whiskey, smoking his cigarettes while waiting for Jeremy to finish his business with Bradley Thorne, the manager. Tom always get free drinks whenever he was there.

A woman came up to the bar and sat on the stool next to him. A dark haired woman with heavy make-up in a skimpy dress. Her black wavy hair fell on her shoulders with the tips right above her bulging breasts. She took a cigarette from Tommy's pack and lit it up. She blew out the smoke through her crimson lips, her thick fake eyelashes blinked a few times amidst the smoke as she folded her arms on the bar counter.

"Hey there, pretty boy," she greeted him.

"Hey, Deeta ... long time no see," he replied coolly.

Deeta Lee Rose was a celebrity in her own way. She spent her whole adult life, possibly even longer, going around town at night from one bar to another to get acquainted with all the right people in the city. She offered sex in return of favors and privileges she received from them, but God forbid if anyone would refer her as a prostitute. She loves sex, it is a passion for her, and she knew that sex is a currency in the world, so she used it for her advantage.

"What brings you here? All alone drinking all your sorrows away?" she asked with seductive tone. It was something that came naturally with her.

"I'm waiting for Bradley, actually," he took a glance at her, sitting crossed leg with her barely there dress, he can see all of her top except for her nipples, and all of her legs except for her privates. She was there on business.

"Hmm ... work? With a pretty face like yours, you can always get a job here," she stroke the side of his face.

"Temporary, for a couple of weeks ... and then I have to go back to Bluebridge, but I want to come back after summer for a longer term job, hopefully," he explained.

Deeta was a friend, they've known each other for awhile. They met at a low key bar called The Fire Pitt, and like any other acquaintances of Deeta, they had sex. They met again a few times whenever Tommy had a delivery to Goldstone, in all of their meetings, it always involved sex.

"You know I can hook you up with a lot of high profile people in the industry, I know you want a job at the studios ... those old geezers would love to hook up with a beautiful thing like you," she offered.

Tommy blew out a smoke and shook his head, "No, I'm not doing that ... anyways, I'm not into men," he declined.

"There are women too, older women, they would love you even more ... they'll give you any job you ask for as long as you can keep their mommas happy."

Tommy laughed under his breath and shook his head again, "I'm not into that either."

Deeta raised her eyebrows as she sucked in her drag, "Well, I'm a little offended, Tom Raven ... if I didn't know any better, you have yourself tangled with a girl, haven't you?" she touched his arm, eager to hear his answer.

He smiled and put his cigarette between his lips, "Yeup," he said simply.

"Well ... well ... does that mean I don't get to take you up tonight?" she made sure.

"Nope," he blew a puff. "Is she a nice girl? Nice girls changes boys like you ... I never come across your kind and declined a free playful sexual bliss with Deeta Lee Rose unless she's a really nice one."

He laughed at her spot on observation, she knew what she was talking about. "She sure is, Deeta."

"Does she know about me?"

He hadn't got the chance to answer when she answered it herself, "Of course not ... why would you tell this girl that you've lost your virginity to a woman 10 years older than you ... let alone, a woman like moi," she said it with a distinctive pride glowing on her face. He smiled, her confidence amused him. Deeta can get any man to lay with her in bed and always get something in return. With Tommy, she simply did it because the boy was a beautiful disaster and she loved looking at his gorgeous face while they had sex.

"Pitty ... you're my favorite fuck boy, and my most astute apprentice, if I'm not wrong with my prediction, I think you're gonna screw this one up, sooner or later," she spoke closely to his ear.

"Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence," he lifted his glass to her and chugged in what's left in it. The bartender poured a refill as he handed a martini to Deeta.

"With all seriousness, Tom, if you ever feel like you need to go through the fast lane, just say the words ... I can hook you up with all the right people, one of them, if not all of them, they'll find something they want from you and they'll trade it for a role or whatever you need," she picked the olive from her drink and took a bite in a way only she could.

Tommy took a deep breath, "If it involve anything illegal ... or sex ... than I'm gonna have to pass, but thanks for the offer though," he was firm about it.

"Okay ..." she stood up and took her martini, "Slow and painful road it is then ..." she walked off and as she passed him, she slid her hand along his thigh and squeezed at the crotch. "You sure we can't go upstairs for a quickie? For old time sake?" she whispered in his ear.

He took her hand away gently, "No, Deeta, not anymore," he said.

Tommy was ecstatic when he was hired to be an extra muscle at the entrance of The Silver Tongue, following his friend's summer contract to perform on the second floor of the club. It was the biggest break both Jeremy and Tommy had ever gotten in that city. The place would be swarming with visitors in the summer, waiting for a long period of time can sometimes turn good people into unpleasant jackasses, especially in the summer heat. So Bradley thought a good looking face like Tommy's would distract the girls while they wait their turn to come in.

He spent the first two weeks of summer being exposed to people of Goldstone as he stood and watched them queuing in front of The Silver Tongue, he helped the other bouncers to keep things in order. He was noticed by the club goers as 'the blue' because of his distinctive eye color, the girls especially loved him, his bulky posture and a face fit for a movie screen gets their attention almost immediately. By the second week, people were asking for him if he's not at the front door. With that, he was signed for a longer contract to work there again after summer.