James and Micah both face serious illness. Checking off
things from their bucket lists, they find themselves drawn to a club like none
they’d ever experienced. From the doorman’s leather kilt, to the waiter’s
jockstrap uniform, they thought they had seen it all, when a tower of
masculinity in leather and stainless steel walks onto the stage and turns the
couples lives upside down and inside out.
Micah
made the landing and stood watching James ascend. A few seconds later, he
reached the top and looked around. They found themselves outside a door almost
as dark as the night, set into a wall of cimmerian brick that disappeared into
the gloom on either side. The doorman
standing beside it was equally striking. He stood taller than James's six feet,
and wore only a black leather kilt and heavy boots that seemed to consume the
lower part of his muscular legs. No one would dare challenge the man. His torso
rippled in ways James had never seen before. His face was rugged, covered with
a few days scruff trimmed precisely along his jawline. Before he could think of
what they should do, the doorman spoke.
“Welcome
to Razor. What’s your pleasure tonight?”
He stood
speechless as the deep bass of the man’s voice resonated through the night.
“The music. The music is wonderful. We caught it from a few blocks off and
wanted to hear more.”
A smile
emerged on the man’s face and changed him from executioner to guardian. “Of
course, the music. You’ve found the right place. Just in time, too. Tonight is
drawing to a close.”
He grasped the bronze door
pull that was easily as long and thick as James's forearm and opened the
massive door with little apparent effort. He motioned them into the portal with
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