Enigma

Chapter One

Bailey and Foster laughed, clinging to one another and carefully swaying to the music pouring out of the club. Enigma was the biggest club in town, and they had the lines to prove it.

"Maybe we shouldn't have pre-gamed so much," Bailey giggled. He leaned against the wall, rolling along it when the line moved up.

"Are you kidding? It's Enigma. The beer is gonna empty our pockets."

"Jokes on them, these pants don't even have pockets!" The boys laughed loudly again, enjoying their stupor while it lasted. "This place better be as good as you said, Foster. We've been out here forever!"

"Maybe I should just flirt with the bouncer," Foster offered.

"You did flirt with the bouncer. Twice."

"Oh, right." Foster giggled, stumbling when Bailey shoved him forward with the line. "Looks like we're moving though."

"Don't jinx it."

When they got to the front of the line, Foster had forgotten, again, that he had already tried to get into the bouncer's pants. The man ignored him just like before, muttering about being "on the job."

"Finally!" Bailey cheered, tearing off his overcoat and checking it in to pick up when he left. He shivered for a moment, his mesh top doing nothing to trap his body heat, but once he got to the dance floor he would be fine.

"Come on, Bailey, over here. You need the orange band."

Just before the hallway into the main club were gold-fish bowls full of colored bands that glowed in the lights of the club. A worker stood behind them, helping each person to find the band they requested. Every color had two shades, one pastel and one darker, except for the orange.

Foster was quick to grab a pastel red before skipping his way into the club. "I'm gonna go find a hunk to pay for our drinks before the vodka wears off!"

Bailey, who was in college to study fashion and design, absolutely refused to wear orange. His pants were green, for goodness sake!

"What are you looking for tonight?" The worker asked.

Bailey looked down at his outfit once again. Yes, his leathers were green, but his shoes were blue and he needed to tie them in somehow. Blue or green, green or blue? He looked down. "Blue, please!"

The worker looked over Bailey before reaching in to the bin and grabbing the pastel of the color. Bailey would have complained because his outfit was based on navy, but there was a line forming behind him and the worker was already helping out the next guest.

Foster had left out a very important fact about Enigma. It wasn't just a nightclub. It was a BDSM nightclub.

Bailey didn't look out of place; Foster had at least recommended a good outfit. But he wasn't exactly prepared for the stage where a scene was being performed, or the men and women with muzzles covering their faces. None of this disgusted Bailey; Foster had educated him quite well on other lifestyles. He just wasn't expecting it.

The young man glanced around the club again and spotted Finley practically molded against another guy. Bailey decided to find his own way of getting liquor and made his way to the dance floor.

He found himself swaying between two taller boys, bonded together by their crotches. Bailey kept his eyes roaming the room though; it had been a while and neither had offered him a drink.

He almost gave up hope until a hand grabbed his own. Bailey slipped out from between the boys, twirled at the guidance of a hand, and found his back pressed tightly against another's front.