Of toys and men

Lucien

He woke up with a splitting head. The scotch bottles littering the richly carpeted floor reminded him with a jolt of his solo drinking binge the previous night.

The sight of the sunlight streaming into the room through the drapes made him sit up angrily.

"Royce 'he bellowed, shouting for his man to come in and wincing as the bright light hurt his eyes.

His head spun and he scowled. He should hit the gym more regularly he chastised himself grimly.

He had slept alone; in fact, he had taken to sleeping alone, dispensing with the services of the women who were willing to pleasure him to gain his approval. His position in the dark world he moved about in was an envious one and any woman associated with him was treated with awe. Even the club women who were on Shark's payroll knew that a night with the Boss meant you had moved up in the hierarchy.

Over a few nights now, however, he had taken the subtle hints dropped by Schwartz and opted to sleep without a willing body to service him