Page 92 of Carnage
“Do you know how flexible?” Phantom asks in a teasing tone.
“No, but I’d like to find out.” Ghost leans in and whispers something to his friend that makes Phantom’s eyebrows rise before he nods.
“I’m dying to know what they get up to when none of us are watching,” I whisper to Carnage.
His brow creases. “Phantom and Ghost?”
“Yeah. You don’t feel it?”
“No. They’re like brothers.”
“Brothers who have sex together?”
He pulls his head back. “No. No way.” He looks at Ghost and Phantom, who still have their heads together, talking too quietly for us to hear. “Well, shit. Maybe. The thought crossed my mind earlier, but I dismissed it.”
“I’m new here, remember? I see everything with fresh eyes.”
“Good for them if that’s what they want.” He twists his lips. “Explains a lot, actually.”
“Ooh, like what?”
“Just random stuff, like how they’re almost always together, even early in the morning. Neither of them has ever dated anyone, which isn’t super unusual given what we do, but to my knowledge, they don’t even hook up.”
“Maybe because they don’t need to.”
“Maybe.” He laughs. “I never noticed the tension. They both talk about other dancers.”
“True. Could be nothing, or…” I shrug.
The music changes and a drag queen comes onto the stage to start the show. She talks about the performers for the evening, and when she announces Cashmere, our table goes wild, but so does most of the place. He’s popular here, that’s for sure.
We have three dancers to sit through before Cashmere comes out, and all of them are sexy and very talented. Blush makes several trips to our table, focusing his attention on Whisperfor the most part, while Stealth and Shadow can’t seem to see anything but Bellamy.
“He’s up next,” Specter says, sitting up straighter in his seat.
The lights dim and Cashmere bursts onto the stage to loud rock music, wearing a sheer jumpsuit studded with crystals. I’m absolutely mesmerized watching him. He’s so confident, so talented, and completely unapologetic about his sex appeal.
I watched him practice, but it’s nothing compared to seeing him on a stage with the lights and loud music. He’s in his element.
Bellamy reaches over Shadow and squeezes my knee. “Isn’t he amazing?”
I nod. “Breathtaking.”
“And mine,” Specter says proudly.
The crowd around us whoops and hollers as Cashmere does his thing on the pole, twisting his lithe body in ways that seem impossible. He does a back bend while on his knees, his body on display since he’s already lost the jumpsuit. He’s wearing boy shorts and tassels that cover his nipples. His skin shimmers under the lights, and as he runs his hands from his neck to between his legs, I hear several men making frustrated noises, knowing they’ll never touch him. But Specter? He looks smug as fuck.
“He’s so talented,” I whisper.
Carnage nods. “He is.”
“I’m surprised Specter doesn’t have a problem with him performing. The men in here are feral for Cashmere.”
“Specter’s confident in what they have. He doesn’t care who looks, but if one of them tries to touch his man, they’ll leave with broken bones.”
I chuckle. “That checks out.”
The song ends with Cashmere swinging around the pole using only one leg, hanging upside down with his hands inhis hair. The curtain closes around him and then everyone is on their feet, cheering. Specter is on his feet too, disappearing backstage while the rest of us finish our drinks.
