Thread: The Half Moon Club (EvelynWillows x Collector of Rarities)

Joe drove the old Chevy he had restored in high school to Freddy's place. It was an upscale, Boston townhouse with a roof garden and ultra modern decor, way above Joe's pay grade but perfectly suited for the over-the-top prosecutor by day, bartender at night. Freddy Hernandez was a man's man. And only a man's man. Mah Gawd, Joey baby. Ah about dahd wahtin' for yew! Come in already! Freddy was a lean, urban man. His body was perfectly manscaped, even down to the clear nail polish and manicured eyebrows. He was handsome man in every way. He was lean and graceful a man of poise and good manners. Today he wore a purple silk shirt with a red and gold scarf tied loosely around his neck. His pin-striped pencil trousers did nothing to hide his long, slim cock nestled in the hammock briefs he preferred. To finish off his ensemble he wore pointed Gache shoes that had never seen mud in the entirety of their existence. Okay, where's the emergency. Here, here, he said, leading them through his immaculate living room and into the luxurious, uber modern kitchen . It fehl, he explained. Ah fahllowed the recipee and the fondunt fehl flaht on eet's face! Help me Joe. No one can fondu like you. Joe looked at him with a raised eyebrow and opened the smoking oven. You do know that fondunt and fondu are two separate foods, right? See? What would I du without yew? Yew 'ave to stay, Joe. Yew must fix this dinnah for me. Freddy plopped his hands on his waist and leaned on one leg. Puh-lease? Your boyfriend's coming over for dinner, isn't he? EX-boyfriend, he said, putting one hand up palm out. Enrique ees mah EX. And he's bringing over his new lover. Yes! And it's a GIRL! Freddy waved his hands and theatrically flopped into a tall stool, burying his face in the countertop. Pleeeeaase, Joe. Stayh ahnd 'elp me survive thees ordeal! Ah beg yew! Joe leaned on the marble countertop and signed into his hands. And you already have an outfit ready for me, don't you? Yes! Freddy squealed and clapped his hands. Oh theese es sooo perfect! Thank yew! Thank yew! He waved at the kitchen. Ah bought everah thang yew need to mahk dinner, yeah? Yew start and ah'll lay out your clothes. Oh I love that man! Garth crossed his massive arms and looked through his sunglasses at Carla. You report to me, he said, not smiling. You're early. That's good. Early is on time, on time is late...and late is fired. Come on, I'll show you around. He made sure she knew where all the exits and fire extinquishers were and showed her the cage where they sometimes locked up the rowdies. There are cameras everywhere, so your ass is protected if someone says you went too far. Of course it works the other way too, he warned. So only take it as far as you have to to get the job done. Usually we give them one warning for the small shit, but a major infraction gets them booted for the night. If they keep messing up we ban them permanently. He leaned against the the wall and looked over his new hiree. So, there's usually three of us on the floor during the peak hours. Sometimes there's more if it's a holiday or shit like that. The whole tour took about an hour, and it was getting close to opening time. Garth finally gave Carla a small smile. Any questions?