Finding a private space.

I can see their mouths moving, I subtly adjust myself in the corner of the club, Christ, I must look like a proper pervert, but I can't help myself, she flirts so effortlessly, lures her prey so fucking effortlessly. The subtle way her hip juts out to the side, the way her chest rises and falls with each breath, her hand resting ever so casually on Max's chest, I swear she can control how much she sweats, even from my position, I can see the perspiration on her chest, her eyes darting from his eyes, to his lips to his crotch. I wonder what she told him. He saw me, surely looked me up, and was trying to hide it earlier. Fuck, it drive's me crazy not knowing what they're saying, what they're plotting.

Max grabs the attention of the bartender, who greets him with an enthusiastic handshake. Max gestures to Vi, the bartender's brow furrows, he looks at Max with an accusatory loo,k and his mouth moves. Max shakes his head and leans forward. he grabs the bartender's hand and slips some dollar notes into his hand before standing back with a grin. He steps back, grins, and rolls his eyes. What the fuck is going on?
The bartender makes his way around and walks up to Max and Vi, he looks Vi up and down and says something to her. Vi only grins as she lets go off Max's muscular arm for the first time and leans into the bartends ear, I can't see her hands but when see steps back the bartender has a cocky grin on his face as he looks to Max. He turns and starts to walk away, Vi possesivly grabs onto Max's arm, and they follow the bartender around to the other side of the bar, they arrive at a door that the bartender uses a set of keys to unlock, Max taps him on the shoulder and as Vi walks by he reaches down and slaps her ass. Vi looks over her shoulder with a grin before winking and closing the door behind her.

What the fuck?

I look around for assistance that I know is not coming, I grab my phone and stare at the screen, waiting for an update or any indicator. One minute... Two minutes... Five Minutes... SHIT.

I casually but hurriedly make my way to the bar and get the attention of the bartender that Max talked to. He walks on over.

"Hey mate, what can I get for you?"
I try and hide my stutter, my nerves, any indication that my heart isn't about to burst out of my chest. "H-Hey mate, I'm alright actually, I just saw earlier that some guys went behind the bar? I, uhm. Is there like a secret members bar or something?"
The bartender looks me up and down, before looking around him, he leans in, "No. Nothing like that, just an old private storage room if you get my drift." He grins.
"O-oh, yeah." I let out an uncomfortable laugh.
He doesn't notice, "Yeah, for the right price, we let people go back there to have some alone time, you know how it gets out on the dance floor. Sometimes you need to release that tension, aye?" He leans back and looks around again. he casually puts his hand on the bar. "You got someone you want to take back there?"
"Oh, nah, nothing like that, just thought there was something I was missing out on back there."
"You kinda are." He says. "Did you see that girl he took back there? God damn what a fucking hot slut."
I swallow hard, "Yeah? I only saw the back of her." I'm shocked how naturally this comes to me.
He nods and bite his bottom lip as he looks out to the side, "Mate, her tits and face. Fuck, blessed by God that woman is, I wonder if I have a chance with her after Max."
If only you knew. "Max?" I ask casually.
His eyebrows go up and he nods, "Oh yeah, an old mate, that's why he knows about the spot, anyway, you want a drink?"
Fuck, I need to get back there somehow.
"Wait, so what's back there? Are you saying that your mate is-" I can't help but hesitate, to say it out loud to some stranger, not that he would know about Vi being my girlfriend. "He's fucking that girl right behdin you?"
My heart races.
He shakes his head with a hearty laugh as he pours me a drink, "Nah nah, it's a small alley and then a separate storage room, also you need to pay for this, I don't get paid to talk to you."
I tap my card for the drink and try and steer the conversation where I want it.
"Can I go out there for a smoke?"
He looks at me with an inquisitive look, before he grins. "Hey man, if you want to go watch, be my guest, if you get caught by them, I didn't let you back there, capice?"
I was subtle. I nod, "Sure."
He holds out his hand expectantly.
I sigh and slip a $100 note into his hand, which he takes and pockets quickly. he nods towards the door.
He pats me on the back as he opens the door, "Have fun, mate."
As he closes the door behind me I hear him say to the other bartender, "That fucking loser wants to go watch some girl get fucked." Before laughing loudly, the door clicks.