Chapter 3
Power’s front to the public was unassuming, almost nondescript. Even its signage was simple, black and white block lettering proclaiming only its name to passersby. Being Tuesday, there wasn’t a roped off line of hungry and horny men waiting to get in, but Jimmy, the burly bouncer who always had a smile for those he liked, lounged against the wall next to the door. He straightened when he saw them approaching, and got the door even though it wasn’t necessary. The music bled into the street, leeching into Christopher’s already humming skin, but Gage’s enthusiasm to get inside was even more intoxicating.
Though there wasn’t the same type of crowd the bar would see on the weekend, the dance floor was still half-full, men in varying states of dress gyrating against each other. Chri
