Date: Tue, 05 Aug 2003 13:15:56 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nick and Noah ch 2

Nick and Noah - Chapter 2

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Nick and Noah - Chapter 2


"Holy shit!" declared Nick as he looked around at the mess. "Where do we
start?"

He began to walk further into the flat, kicking at some of the upturned
items as he did, and bent down to pick something up just as Noah called out
in an urgent voice.

"Nick, don't touch anything! We have to call the police."

Nick jumped back as if bitten by a snake, and turned to look at his partner,
his eyes wide. "Are you sure?"

"Of course."

"But what do we tell them? How do we explain how we got in here ourselves?"

"I don't know, but we have to get them involved, and fast!"

The Sydney Police Centre was a matter of a few minutes' walk from where they
were, so they carefully let themselves out, trying not to touch anything
else, including the front door, and made their way quickly to the large grey
concrete building on Goulburn Street. Whether it had been purposely built to
terrify anyone who approached it, or had just ended up that way, it
succeeded very well in being one of the least welcoming edifices in the
entire city. The two men approached it with a sense of concern and dread.

At the front desk they were greeted with a professional friendliness by a
young female officer.

"We would like to report a missing person," Noah said quietly.

"And possibly a kidnap!" added Nick dramatically.

The officer studied them both, looking from one to the other. "Yes, sir",
she said, matter-of-factly. "Would you please wait here while I get someone
to come and speak with you?" Without waiting for any reply she turned her
back and disappeared through a one-way glass door behind her. Noah took a
seat and waited quietly while Nick began to pace from side to side.

After about five minutes, the officer reappeared, and nodded to them. "Sgt.
Jamieson will be out to see you shortly, and to get all the details to file
a missing person report," she stated before proceeding to ignore them and
give her attention to something on the desk and out of their sight.

A very long twenty-five minutes passed, with Nick getting more and more
agitated. Noah knew there was nothing he could do to either hurry up the
process, or to calm his boyfriend, so he sat resignedly and watched Nick
wear a trail in the carpet of the reception area. Just as Noah could sense
that Nick was about to blow his top and start yelling at someone, a door to
one side opened and an older, thickset man asked in a disinterested voice,
"Mr. Sorensen, Mr. Giannis?"

Nick and Noah both responded quickly as he held out his hand. "Hello, I'm
Sgt. Jamieson. Would you please come through?" He led them into a small bare
office just off the main waiting area and ushered them into uncomfortable
chairs at a desk while he seated himself opposite.

"I understand you want to lodge a `missing person' report?" he said as he
settled himself down.

"That's correct," Noah stated, holding his hand up to Nick in a warning to
take it easy. "A friend of ours, Mr. Jim Richards, seems to have
disappeared."

"I see ..."

"He was last seen in the early hours of Monday morning, and hasn't shown up
for work, or been in contact with any of his friends since then," Noah
stated quietly but firmly.

The policeman looked at him carefully. "Well, it is only Wednesday today.
Why are you so sure he's gone missing? He may just not want to talk to
anyone."

Nick stated quickly, "His neighbour heard a fight in his flat Monday
morning, and the place is a mess! Besides, it's not like him to just
disappear without letting anyone know."

"Mmmm," said the officer, turning his gaze now to Nick. "And how do you know
this?"

Nick began to splutter, when Noah stepped in to save the day.

"We went to his building and knocked on some doors," he said calmly. "One of
his neighbours told us that he had heard an argument or at least a lot of
noise in the early hours of Monday morning. When we went back and tried
Jim's door, it wasn't latched properly, and with a little `jiggling' we got
it open, and saw that the place was a mess," Noah lied expertly. "So we
closed the flat again, and came straight here to report it."

"I see." Sgt Jamieson sat for a minute thinking. "You're not related to the
missing man?"

"No," Noah spoke again. "I work with him, and he missed his shifts on Monday
and Tuesday nights, so we became concerned about him."

"I asked around amongst his friends, and no one has seen him since Sunday
night!" Nick added, once again joining the conversation, his sense of
urgency overcoming his chagrin at letting out that they had been inside
Jim's flat.

The cop finally took out a form and a pen and began to write. He took down
Jim's details; name, address, age, brief description, then Noah's details.
"Where did Mr. Richards work?" he asked.

"At the Bobby Goldsmith Foundation," answered Noah.

"Oh, I see ..." said Jamieson, his eyes shooting up to Noah. "And he was last
seen where?"

Nick jumped in. "One of his friends saw him late Sunday night or early
Monday morning at the Shift ..."

"That's a nightclub on Oxford Street," Noah began. "Its proper name is The
Midnight Shift."

Again a look from the policeman, as he sat back and studied the two. "That's
a gay club, isn't it?" The comment was a statement rather than a question.
"Are you sure your friend hasn't simply decided to disappear for a day or
two? Perhaps he's `otherwise engaged'." A smirk crept over Jamieson's face,
his eyes saying much more. "Maybe he met someone at this club, went home
with him ..."

Nick's exasperation roared to the surface yet again. "Yeah!" he said loudly.
"The Shift is a gay club, Jim is gay, I'm gay, Noah is gay, they work for a
gay charity! For fuck's sake, one block from here you'd swear the whole
world was gay if you looked around yourself. What difference does it make?
The guy's missing and we're bloody well worried about him."

"There's no need to get excited, Mr. Giannis," said Jamieson softly. "I was
just wondering if you would feel more comfortable dealing with one of our
Gay Liaison Officers?"

"I'd feel more comfortable dealing with anyone who indicated that they took
this matter a bit more seriously than you seem to be!" Nick exploded.

By this stage, Noah was also becoming angry, although in him it manifested
itself completely differently. He spoke with an icy voice.

"Sgt. Jamieson, as I understand it, the GLO's are supposed to assist where
the fact that someone is gay means that they either don't feel comfortable
dealing with the police, or where the matter being dealt with is
particularly a gay one. That is not the case here; unless you're suggesting
that the fact that the people involved are gay means that the police will
treat it differently from how they would if that were not the case. Perhaps
it is you who would feel more comfortable with someone else dealing with our
concern, which is that a person is missing, not that a gay person is
missing."

The police officer reddened as Noah stared at him and continued. "I don't
know or care what your particular sexual preference is. What I do care about
is the way in which you investigate our friend's disappearance. And if I'm
not happy with that, I'll take it up with your superiors, whether they are
gay or not!"

With that he sat back expectantly, looking at the officer in front of him.
Nick sat back as well, a thin smile of pride in the way Noah had spoken
sneaking onto his lips.

The cop looked from one to the other, surprise giving way to a grudging
respect, as he coughed to clear his throat. "Yes, well, we'll log this as a
missing person, and get right onto it," he said in an official voice.

"Does that mean someone will be going to his flat?" Noah asked, not letting
him get away.

"Yes, we'll send someone over there."

"When? I'd like to be there, at least as soon after they have finished as
possible, just to make sure it's left secure and to tidy up a bit."

"No, you can't do that. It will be declared a possible crime scene, which
means it has to be left untouched. And our men will make sure it's left
secure, don't worry."

Noah seemed uncertain for a moment. "Okay then, but I'd still like to know
when they are going," he said forcefully. "I feel as if I should be doing
something to help, instead of just sitting around and waiting."

"If you really want to help," said Jamieson, obviously still uncomfortable,
and eager to be rid of the two for now, "we could use a photograph of Mr.
Richards; something reasonably recent and clear, so we can distribute it
around. Other than that, it would be best if you just let us get on with our
work."

"Done!" stated Noah, feeling he had gained a moral victory over this
irritating policeman. He also harboured some doubts about just how seriously
their claims were being taken, but he'd allow them the benefit of the doubt,
for the time being anyway.

	**********

Once they were away from the Police Centre, Nick breathed a long sigh of
relief mixed with annoyance. "Do you think they'll do anything at all about
it?" he asked.

"They'd better!" Noah stated, "Or I really will be going over that idiot's
head!"

	***********

Later that afternoon, Noah returned to the Police Centre armed with a photo
of Jim that he'd located at home that had been taken the previous summer.
When he asked for Sgt. Jamieson, he was told that the officer was not
available, so he explained to the young constable at reception that he had a
photograph to deliver to help with the missing person investigation for Mr
Jim Richards.

He was asked to wait, and within a very short time a tall, dark haired man
approached him from the same door that Jamieson had exited earlier in the
day.

"Mr. Sorensen?" the man asked, to which Noah nodded a reply. "I'm Detective
Roarty, and I'm working with Sgt. Jamieson on this matter. Can I help you?"

Noah smiled. It seemed that his outburst earlier had paid off. At least the
police seemed to be taking the matter seriously, and he instinctively felt
as though he wasn't being brushed off or discounted by this new detective.

"I see," he said. "I have a photo of Mr. Richards, as Sgt. Jamieson asked
for this morning," Noah explained.

"Thank you," Roarty said sincerely.

"Do you know when the flat will be checked?" Noah asked.

"As soon as possible. If there has been some foul play as you suggested to
Sgt. Jamieson, then we need to try to follow up before the trail gets cold."

About time! Noah thought to himself. Out loud, he voiced his gratitude.
"Thank you. I and other of Mr. Richards' friends are very concerned about
his welfare. Will you let me know of any developments?"

"Of course!" Roarty assured him. "We have your contact details, and we'll be
in touch if there is anything to report or need to ask further questions."

"If I can help at all, please let me know," Noah added, but Roarty motioned
him to calm.

"Please, just let us get on with our job. It's always much easier if we can
do our work without civilians getting in the way, even with the best of
intentions," he said, although he did so in a way which wasn't
condescending, but meant to allay Noah's fears.

"Very well ..." said Noah doubtfully, making his goodbyes and leaving the
policeman to `do his job'. He still had some reservations, but at least it
seemed as though he was being taken seriously at last.

	*********

That afternoon Nick and Noah were at home again, going over their experience
with the police, and trying to decide what else they could do to find Jim.
Neither of them felt particularly confident about the official
investigation, but as Noah pointed out, they could do very little for the
time being.

"What about the doorman at the Shift?" Nick suddenly asked. "Maybe he'll
remember seeing Jim leave. After all, he was a regular, maybe he left with
someone else whom the doorman remembers as well?"

"It's worth a try!" declared Noah. "Let's call the place and find out who
was on that night, and whether they're still there."

He quickly looked up and then dialled the number, getting on to the duty
manager without much trouble. When he explained the reason for his call, and
the problems they were having, he received a sympathetic ear. The bar owners
were all too familiar with the lack of enthusiasm the police often showed to
their problems, and also wanted to make sure their establishment didn't get
any bad publicity from the story. Noah found out that there were two
bouncers, or doormen, on from midnight until dawn that night, but that
neither of them would be working until midnight again tonight. Helpful as
the manager was, he wasn't about to give out home numbers for his staff, and
suggested that Noah come to the club and talk to them when they started work
later in the evening.

"Okay, thanks," said Noah as he rang off, and related the story to Nick.

"So we can't do anything until they start work at midnight?" Nick said, and
Noah could sense his impatience.

"I'm afraid not. You're just going to have to cool your heels for six or
seven hours, lover boy."

"Shit! I hate waiting around, doing nothing."

Noah grinned. "Don't I know it! Still, I'm sure we can find some way to kill
the time ..." his voice lowered and became suggestive as he spoke. Nick picked
up on it immediately.

"Mmmm?" Nick questioned in a low murmur, his eyes narrowing. "I seem to
recall that you still owe me an evening downstairs!" he stated.

Noah's face split into a mischievous smile. "That's right! You think you can
get your mind off Jim long enough to give me the attention I deserve?"

Nick said nothing, but with an evil leer on his features, he simply took
Noah by the hand and led him to the cellar door and down the stairs to their
secret sex-pit.

	*********

For the next few hours the two men put the outside world away from their
minds, and indulged in their favourite pursuit -- hot leather sex with each
other. Noah knew that Nick needed the diversion, and they both could do with
letting off some tension, while they were unable to do anything more to help
their friend.

They helped each other dress in shining black hide, and quickly fell into
their preferred roles. Down here, it was Nick who took control, becoming the
powerful `master' and dominating Noah, his compliant, willing `slave'. The
roles they played were in many ways a reversal of the life they lived
outside their special place, but ones they needed when they were alone
together.

Noah's `outfit' consisted of a harness of straps that wrapped around his
upper torso, four studded black bands that connected from a ring between his
shoulder blades to two large metal circles that surrounded his pierced
nipples and were joined by a silver chain. A single piece of dark leather
then fell across the centre of his stomach to connect to a shining steel
cockring encircling his nuts and the base of his long thin penis. On his
legs, tight chaps gripped at the muscles, accentuating every move he made
and dropping into black boots encasing his feet. His head was obscured by a
leather hood that covered his ears and nose, but had slits allowing him to
see.

His `master', Nick, wore chaps and boots also, the legs of his chaps
gleaming in the soft candlelight. His groin was a triangle of black leather,
a snap on codpiece temporarily restraining his thick uncut meat as it bulged
forward from his body. On his upper body a shining black vest hung open to
reveal an elaborate harness of chain that slung over his shoulders and below
his pecs, and his eyes were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses beneath a
black leatherman's cap, the visor pulled low and menacing.

Revelling in the atmosphere of their room, and trembling with anticipation,
Nick stepped forward to take possession of his man. His hands reached out to
Noah's chest and his fingers closed over the rings of silver inserted
through Noah's nipples. He pulled gently but firmly at the hard brown nubs
and cool steel, and was rewarded with a soft groan of pleasure from Noah's
throat, and the very obvious springing of Noah's cock to full erection.
Pulling again, he drew his partner to himself, and their lips met in a soft
brushing which quickly developed into a frenzied attack one on the other,
each probing and tasting at the other mouth, while Nick's hands remained at
Noah's chest and Noah slid his arms beneath the folds of Nick's vest and ran
his palms over the wide shoulders and down to the firm round orbs of his
man's butt.

Nick broke their kiss, torn between the desire to continue and the need now
awakened in him for more. His head rolled back as he moaned quietly and his
hands lifted to Noah's shoulders, pushing the other man down to his knees.

Noah willingly complied, positioning himself in front of his `master', his
eyes almost level with the bulging black pouch of Nick's groin. Still
gripping at the muscled melons of Nick's arse, he drank in the view before
him, almost salivating at the prospect of having his man's prong deep within
him. He leaned forward until he could smell the heady aroma of male musk
mixed with the scent of tanned hide. The pouch encasing Nick's masculinity
was only centimetres from his mouth, and Noah breathed deeply, his eyes
watching carefully as the tight leather strained against the thick tube that
was Nick's cock. He licked his tongue outward, making contact with the
shining blackness and began to trace the shape of his lover through the
covering. His lips followed as he quickly nibbled and bit at the solidity,
massaging that glorious flesh through its leather case.

Nick's hands were on his head, and he could feel the strength of those arms
guiding him against their owner, directing him from side to side as he
attacked his target. Noah trembled with passionate arousal as his palms slid
across Nick's butt and up and down the dark logs of Nick's legs, the texture
of his chaps soft against Noah's hands. Nick held Noah's head firmly, felt
the smooth covering of the hood beneath his fingers and trembled at the
erotic touch of Noah's lips and tongue against his leathered groin. Opening
his eyes and looking down, he was rewarded with a vision of exciting
blackness, the dark roundness of his `slave's' head pressing into the inky
throb of his crotch. Suddenly, Noah lifted a little, and his teeth found the
snaps that held the codpiece in place. With a determined pull, it came away
and Nick felt his prick jump out, released at last. Instantly, it was
encased again, but now by the exquisite heated wetness of Noah's throat and
Nick murmured involuntarily.

"Fuck yeah ..." he hissed.

Noah attacked Nick's shaft with gusto. Unable to wait any longer, once he
had freed that thick shaft he dived upon it, swallowing as much of the
engorged log of manflesh as he could manage. Carefully nipping at Nick's
cock, scraping his teeth cautiously over the sensitive, stretched skin, he
constricted his throat around it and with the benefit of extensive
experience swallowed the entire length without gagging. His nose was buried
in Nick's pubic hair, and his fingers found the rolling balls of Nick's
testicles against Noah's chin and he massaged them expertly. He happily
allowed Nick to commence a slow thrusting motion, sliding his mouth up and
down along the throbbing tool as he suckled and licked, tasting his mate's
manliness and coating him with saliva.

Before long, Nick's desires overcame his pleasure at the attention from
Noah's mouth. He wanted, needed, more. Reaching down, he lifted Noah from
his knees until they stood once again facing each other. With their
differing heights, Noah's leather covered head was considerably higher than
the peak of Nick's cap, but Nick did not even notice. Quickly, he leaned
forward, his lips closing around the now swollen brown nubs of Noah's tits.
He bit gently down on each of the tiny erections in turn, finding the silver
piercings and dragging back at them before releasing each and blowing
lightly on the aroused skin, or licking at the alluring metal circles set
through his partner's chest. As he did, Noah groaned yet again, his breath
quickening as his excitement increased.

The animal need was growing in each of them quickly now. Relinquishing his
hold on Noah's chest, Nick stood up and moved into Noah, their bodies
connecting, rubbing against each other. As he did, Noah was forced gradually
backwards until he came up against the hard edge of the sling suspended from
the roof in this special basement of theirs. Without hesitation he began to
lean back, and Nick took his hands as he did, helping him to recline onto
the platform of leather. As Noah's weight settled into place, Nick's hands
fell to his partner's legs, wrapped around the chaps just behind Noah's
knees, and lifted, pushing upwards until Noah's legs were high and spread.
With practised ease, Nick slid Noah's booted feet into the hanging stirrups
on either side and leaned forward over his slave once again, drinking in the
vision of his `boy' laying back open and inviting, waiting to be taken.

Noah looked along his own body and between his upturned, leather clad legs
to the dark vision approaching him. The gleaming brightness of the vest Nick
wore, and the black bands of his chaps and harness were incredibly erotic.

"Take me, Sir," he whispered, the need evident in his voice. "Fuck me,
please, now!"

Nick needed no encouragement. Slathering a generous glob of lubricant over
his prong, he moved into the space between Noah's legs, guiding his cock to
its target, the twitching pink rosebud of Noah's anus. As he leaned into his
man, he felt the firm flesh of Noah's entrance against the head of his cock,
and waited as he watched his partner relax against the imminent invasion. As
he pressed slowly but relentlessly forward, he felt the resistance of Noah's
sphincter melt, and in through the ring of muscle his cockhead sank.

A gasp of delighted pleasure escaped from Noah. He felt the insertion of
Nick's cock through his entrance with a miniscule and fleeting pain that was
instantly replaced by the wondrous joy of being filled. As he clenched
himself around the thick log of flesh that now pierced him, he murmured with
satisfaction.

"Unnhhh, yeah, that's so good! Fuck me, Nick."

Noah trembled as Nick began to push further into him. He felt the steady
intrusion of his man as Nick's weapon slid into him, twitched with delight
as Nick's cock massaged his prostate and continued it's voyage into his gut.
Soon, almost too soon, he felt the heavy spheres of Nick's balls slap
against his bare arse. Nick was completely buried in him and he ached with
delight.

Quickly, Nick began to thrust in and out of Noah's body. His base lust grew
as he plunged his cock into the hot moist cavern of his man, then pulled
back to shove in again. The squelching, slapping noises as he humped himself
at the hard, chiselled body below him excited him further, and the smell of
male sex intertwined with the scent of leather caused his urges to take
control. He soon found a rhythm, lunging forward then withdrawing ready for
another push, feeling Noah clench against him, then relax to invite him back
in. His throbbing prick, hard as rock, stabbed into Noah, pistoning in and
out as his tempo increased in line with his desire.

Noah writhed and gasped as Nick's cock thundered into him. He clenched and
released, trembled with growing passion as electric shocks of pleasure raced
through his nerves. He reached forward as Nick ploughed deep into his body,
and found Nick's nipples, pinching and tugging at them. Nick continued to
rut against him, harder and faster, impaling Noah on his fleshy dagger,
deeper and stronger. Their fuck took on a life of its own, all consuming,
powerful and sweaty as they shivered and swore, coupled in a heaving,
shaking union of pure masculine enjoyment.

Together they peaked. Nick shouted out a warning of his impending explosion
just as Noah knew he could hold back no longer. Noah pulled Nick into
himself, and Nick crashed forward one last time, thrusting his swollen cock
deeper and further into his partner than ever, and they locked together,
twitching and shuddering as their simultaneous orgasm rocked them to the
core. Nick emptied his seed deep inside his lover, a torrent of his very
essence deposited within Noah's bowel, as Noah jetted streamers of white hot
jism into the confined space between their abdomens, filling the void with
sticky manjuice and gluing them together in a pool of cum.

The wildly swaying sling now took their combined weight as Nick collapsed
against his slave, and Noah settled back into the warm glow of sated
passion. The squeaking of leather against leather slowly gave way to heaving
breaths as they recovered, still embracing, and smiling happily at each
other as their climax subsided.

            ************

It was close to 12.30 when Nick and Noah arrived at the nightclub. After
cleaning themselves up and taking a fast shower, Noah had quickly rummaged
through their collection of photos and come up with another recent image of
Jim, by himself, which was fairly clear. He reasoned that it could be useful
in trying to get the guys on the door to remember their friend from Sunday
night.

As soon as the two arrived, they quickly established that the men standing
at the street level door to the club were in fact the two who worked in the
same spot Sunday night.

"Oh yeah," said one who identified himself as George. "The boss said someone
had been asking about the other night, and might be coming around. You're
not cops are you?"

"No," grinned Noah. "It'll probably take the cops some time to get around to
asking you guys anything, if they do at all. We're just friends of this man
and we're worried about him."

With that he fished out the photo of Jim. "We believe he was here Sunday
night, and left after midnight with someone. But no one's seen him since,
and his place has been trashed. Do you recognise him?"

"The face is kinda familiar ..." said George slowly, "but I can't say I
remember him from the other night in particular. Hey Dave, you know this
guy?" he addressed his colleague.

Dave wandered over casually and studied the photograph.

"Yeah, I know him. He's here quite a bit."

"Sunday?" butted in Nick quickly. Dave stopped to think, rubbing his chin.

"Mighta been Sunday that he was here. I remember him leaving `cause he
looked to be out of it, and he was going home with a real stunner. I
wondered why the blond guy was bothering -- he wasn't gonna be much use to
him."

"Blond guy?" Nick almost yelled. Noah spoke more calmly, although he was
just as anxious.

"Did you know the `blond guy'? Who he is, where he lives? Anything?"

"Nah, don't know him, but he is good looking!" Noah's heart began to fall.
"Lena would probably know ..."

"Lena?"

"Yep. Lena Gainstme. She's one of the regular drags that get in here. The
blond one was sitting with her most of the night, and I recall she left
about the same time -- called out something about seeing him later and not
doing anything she wouldn't, then they got separate cabs."

Nick could barely restrain himself. "Is this Lena here tonight?" he asked
quickly.

George joined in again now. "Sure is! She showed up about half an hour ago,
in a green and gold dress three sizes too small, made outta Lycra and
sequins, with matching shoes that must have 8" heels on `em. All that on a
weeknight! God only knows what she does during the day! She's upstairs now."

"Thanks, guys," Noah said quickly, as he followed Nick who had gone bounding
up into the club in search of a green and gold drag queen.

   ****

Lena could hardly be missed. Poised on a stool at one end of the bar, she
looked as though she were holding court. Her legs were crossed carefully as
her skirt rode up almost to her waist, her hair a creation of impossibly
blonde curls that rose a foot above her head, topped with a rainbow-hued
tiara. She held a glass in hands that were dominated by two inch long bright
red nails, sipping through a straw and licking at purple lips. Her eyes
darted all around, surveying the club and its patrons with a possessive,
almost lustful, look.

Nick went straight up to her. "Lena?" he asked. "My name is Nick ..."

"Of course it is dear," she cut him off with a wave. Her voice sounded like
gravel being scraped over concrete with a shovel. "All good little Greek
boys are called `Nick'. You are Greek?"

"Umm, yes, but ..."

"I knew it. I love Greek, don't you? I'm a veritable expert in it, darling,"
she stated with a smile that stayed on her lips and did not touch her face.

Noah had arrived as Nick answered her. "Excuse me ma'am. I'm Noah, Nick's
friend," he began.

Lena's arm flew wide as she spoke again. "Noah and Nick? Nick and Noah? How
absolutely precious. And just look at you, sweeties," she said as she took
her own advice, her eyes raking over the two of them. "Chalk and cheese! Yin
and Yang! Faaaaabulous!"

Nick was dumbfounded, certain she must smoke 100 cigarettes an hour to make
her voice so deep and rough. Noah tried to keep up with her. Fishing out the
photograph again, he showed it to her. "This is a friend of ours, Jim. Do
you recognise him?" he asked politely.

She cast a bare glance at the image before looking back to Noah's face.
"Daaaarling, I never recognise a face. Do you have a picture of him from the
waist down? Naked?"

Ignoring the comment, and the batted eyelashes that accompanied it, Noah
pressed again. "Please, Lena, it's important. He's missing. Dave downstairs
says he left here a couple of nights ago with a friend of yours -- a good
looking blond man, who had been sitting with you most of the night...?
Apparently you left about the same time that they did, but they went home
together and you got a separate taxi."

"Oooooooh!" came an incongruously high-pitched screech. "I do hope you're
not suggesting that I EVER go home alone, young man!" Lena hissed. Nick was
just about at the end of his tether, and inched towards her with a murderous
glint in his eye, but Noah stepped between them.

"Listen, `daarling'," he whispered, the sarcasm and the threat easily heard
in his voice. "Do you know this blond or not? I haven't got time to waste,
and all the nylon in your hair and your frock is beginning to fray my
friend's nerves. When that happens he usually hits something, or someone."

The tall drag queen sat up suddenly, her eyes widening. She was unused to
having anyone talk back at her this way, and it showed. She could sense the
seriousness in Noah's voice, and for the first time seemed to acknowledge
the anxiety in Nick's demeanour. "Well, Mr. Butch, since you ask so nicely
..." she placed a finger on her chin and pretended to think, but just for a
second. "I do believe that would have been that nice young boy I brought
along with me -- Geoffrey, Geoffrey Renouf. Yes that was the one. I remember
because I wondered if he was related to Lady Renouf. He swore he wasn't, but
you just never know with these society types. He wanted to take me out on
his yacht, but I told him I never do anything in daylight, after all, one
has to protect one's skin and ..."

Nick grabbed her by the arm, squeezing tightly, enough to bring her babble
to a stop. "Do you know where we might find this `Geoffrey Renouf'?" he
asked in a menacing tone.

"Well, same place I did, darling," she looked at him as if to say that it
was obvious, "he works at the IGA Supermarket just down the block on Oxford
Street. You know, I did wonder why someone who owned a yacht would be
working there, but that's where I found him. Just popped in to pick up some
essentials, you know -- pate, champagne, toilet paper -- and there he was.
Stunning! I knew straight away he was the kind who would want ... "

She continued on, but Nick and Noah heard no more. "You've been very
helpful. Buy yourself a drink!" Noah exclaimed as they left her alone,
throwing a twenty on the counter beside her, which she snatched up expertly.

"Nice young men!" she commented to no one in particular as she caught the
barman's eye and waved her overlarge hand at him for a refill.

To be continued ...

This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination.
YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe
sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always
used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good
looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or
bottom, USE A CONDOM!