Hot Vegas Nights (The Trifecta 1)

Tonight’s going to be a good night.

I exit my room and my two brothers follow suit. Each of us lugging our bags with the Trifecta symbol embroidered on it.

“Are you ready for this?” I ask with a bit too much energy.

“I understand why you’re happy Ben, but this seems overboard,” Axel says.

“I’ve decided to break my record tonight.” I wink at my brothers as they groan. “Come on boys. I have women to please.”

“Fuck, are you going to be this annoying all night?” Axel asks as I usher them out of the house.

“Of course he is,” Damien answers. “Come on. I’ll drive tonight.” We climb in the Range Rover. My heart stammering as my smile makes up for the two spoil sports riding with me.

Tonight’s going to be a really good night. I can feel it.

Chapter 2

Ben

Big Willie’s is already packed when we park in Damien's spot. The line’s around the block and it will stay that way all night. This is perfect for my self-appointed challenge, the line means I have more sexy women to choose from. I study the women in line, licking my lips as I scan the crowd. They come to Big Willie’s in droves. It’s the highlight of this busy sin-filled town. Any tourist knows they have to make a special stop. Locals can’t stay away either, especially when the Trifecta’s on the stage. And soon it’s going to be even better.

Women and men stand in line talking with animated movements, excitement surrounding them. Women are dressed in skimpy dresses with heels making their legs appear longer, begging to be wrapped around my waist or head. I’m not picky.

First the bank today, and now sexy women tonight. This day keeps getting better and better.

Men are in even tighter clothing than the women. The amount of leather clad cock and balls would make any Texas rancher proud, and rich. It looks like I won’t be the only one with a lot to choose from tonight. Much to our female client’s dismay more than half of the men I work with are going to be exclusively eyeing the male population, but like Willie says, as long as they don’t know, it doesn’t matter. Just look available. That’s the club’s motto. Appear available—always.

The Trifecta are known as the women pleasers. Well, I’m known as the women pleaser. Hey, it’s not cocky if it’s true. My brothers used to be women pleasers. Now they both want something better, and honestly I can’t hate on that, even though I do most days. Like today. How can they not want to celebrate by getting laid? I know I sure do.

“Tonight isn't going to be just a good night. It’s going to be a great fucking night,” I say.

“Can’t you just keep it in your pants?” Axel asks. “Never mind stupid question.”

We hike our duffle bags on our shoulders, heading into the talent entrance around back, careful not to give anyone a glimpse of the elusive Trifecta until they are good and warmed up. The music is deafening, and the bass is thumping. I smile as we step into my element.

And this is by far my element.

I get off on this shit. Seriously, I do.

Women and men scream, encouraging the man onstage to take it off. Just a normal night here at Big Willies.

“It’s insane tonight,” Rick, one of the newer guys, says as he scans the crowd in the peephole we use to see what’s happening in the club while we’re backstage.

“I know. I saw some beautiful women outside.” I push to see around Rick.

“Well tell me which ones you have your eyes on. I don’t want to be humiliated again.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” I say, glancing at him over my shoulder.

“It was pretty bad,” Axel says, not helping at all.

“Ben, you took her right out of Rick’s hand by winking at her. All of her co-workers laughed at Rick,” Damien says.

“Just let me know which one you claim,” Rick says all huffy.

“Hell, I’m warning you now I’m not planning on just one.”

“Fuck, at least there are a lot of them tonight.” Rick stomps off as the DJ starts his intro.

“Why’s the club so busy tonight?” Axel asks, staring out into the crowd.

“Willie’s running a promotion where women get a free lap dance if they buy three drinks,” Warren, another dancer, says as he fixes his cowboy hat. His ass cheeks hanging out of his chaps.

“Are you sure I can’t bring one or two home tonight?”

“Stop being an ass, Ben and come rub oil on my back.” Axel jabs a bottle of baby oil at my chest turning toward the dressing room.

“So bossy.”

“Give him a break,” Damien says, “And if you’re good I’ll let you rub my back.”

“Why did we have to be triplets? Obviously, I’m the best one out of the three of you.”