"Foggy, what? I can't let people see me." He couldn't get out either, and the guards were getting closer.
"Look Matt, it's a sex club, I've paid for entry, if we look like we're having sex..." Foggy's hands were tugging at his disguise, and Matt reluctantly began cooperating - he was right.
"Can we hide my face somehow?" He stuffed his clothes in one of the chests, burrying the outfit under the rest of the clothes in it.
"Tokens cover a sub too, pretend to be really shy - should I call you something different?" Foggy was pushing Matt down to his knees as he spoke, and Matt thought quickly.
"Mikey, I'll remember to answer to that." Close enough to Matty, and to Mike. He clutched Foggy's thighs and began nuzzling his way towards his crotch just as security burst in.
"What the fuck?" Matt made a point of whimpering as Foggy yelled, and began berating the security guards. "Down Mikey." Matt obediently folded to the floor, hiding his face in his arms, knowing that Foggy would make enough of a scene to at least get them out of there without his identity coming out.
Most of the security team cleared out, with their leader still apologising, and Foggy turned back to crouch in front of Matt.
"Up." Foggy guided him up to rest his head against his chest, hiding his face. "You, find something I can use as a veil for my pet."
"Yes sir." The guard Foggy'd snapped at seemed grateful for something to do, and it didn't seem to occur to him to wonder where Matt's 'original veil' was. "Uh...is this any good sir?"
"It'll have to do." Foggy sounded impatient as he took the length of cloth the guard was offering, and turned them around. "Lift your head a bit Mikey."
The cloth felt gauzy as Foggy tied it around his head, hiding his face. The light floral perfume on it was faded - probably a part of some employee's costume. Just as Foggy was finishing someone else arrived, expensive cologne and dressed in a business suit of some sort. Foggy turned them both towards him, hand at Matt's hip and Matt hoped his makeshift veil hid the blush he could feel heating his cheeks at Foggy's show of proprietary affection.
"I'm very sorry that you were interrupted sir." The man didn't get a chance to continue before Foggy began another rant. Matt focused on trying to map out the rest of the building and locate his targets, see if he could salvage anything, make torturing himself with what he'd never have worthwhile. Then the functionary offered Foggy access to the VIP rooms; the ones with even better soundproofing than the rest of the building. He tugged at Foggy's sleeve to get his attention.
"What is it Mikey?" Foggy stroked his hair as he spoke, casually possessive.
"Can we, please sir?"
"You'd like that huh?" He turned his attention back to the other man. "Get me a blindfold mask that will cover my pet's full face, then make the arrangements."
Re: Matt/Foggy, Undercover in a high class sex club
"Foggy, what? I can't let people see me." He couldn't get out either, and the guards were getting closer.
"Look Matt, it's a sex club, I've paid for entry, if we look like we're having sex..." Foggy's hands were tugging at his disguise, and Matt reluctantly began cooperating - he was right.
"Can we hide my face somehow?" He stuffed his clothes in one of the chests, burrying the outfit under the rest of the clothes in it.
"Tokens cover a sub too, pretend to be really shy - should I call you something different?" Foggy was pushing Matt down to his knees as he spoke, and Matt thought quickly.
"Mikey, I'll remember to answer to that." Close enough to Matty, and to Mike. He clutched Foggy's thighs and began nuzzling his way towards his crotch just as security burst in.
"What the fuck?" Matt made a point of whimpering as Foggy yelled, and began berating the security guards. "Down Mikey." Matt obediently folded to the floor, hiding his face in his arms, knowing that Foggy would make enough of a scene to at least get them out of there without his identity coming out.
Most of the security team cleared out, with their leader still apologising, and Foggy turned back to crouch in front of Matt.
"Up." Foggy guided him up to rest his head against his chest, hiding his face. "You, find something I can use as a veil for my pet."
"Yes sir." The guard Foggy'd snapped at seemed grateful for something to do, and it didn't seem to occur to him to wonder where Matt's 'original veil' was. "Uh...is this any good sir?"
"It'll have to do." Foggy sounded impatient as he took the length of cloth the guard was offering, and turned them around. "Lift your head a bit Mikey."
The cloth felt gauzy as Foggy tied it around his head, hiding his face. The light floral perfume on it was faded - probably a part of some employee's costume. Just as Foggy was finishing someone else arrived, expensive cologne and dressed in a business suit of some sort. Foggy turned them both towards him, hand at Matt's hip and Matt hoped his makeshift veil hid the blush he could feel heating his cheeks at Foggy's show of proprietary affection.
"I'm very sorry that you were interrupted sir." The man didn't get a chance to continue before Foggy began another rant. Matt focused on trying to map out the rest of the building and locate his targets, see if he could salvage anything, make torturing himself with what he'd never have worthwhile. Then the functionary offered Foggy access to the VIP rooms; the ones with even better soundproofing than the rest of the building. He tugged at Foggy's sleeve to get his attention.
"What is it Mikey?" Foggy stroked his hair as he spoke, casually possessive.
"Can we, please sir?"
"You'd like that huh?" He turned his attention back to the other man. "Get me a blindfold mask that will cover my pet's full face, then make the arrangements."