"Gordo, I'm expecting the cutest little twink tonight. He will be joining me after he gets his VIP treatment at Ganymede Spa," Rod told the bouncer as he entered Club Air-Ro-Tiki.
Gordo smirked, "Don't you know about Ganymede's VIP treatments? If he got a VIP pass, the next time you see that twink, he'll be on the end of some rich guy's leash."
"He's a twink, but he didn't seem to be a candidate for slavery."
"No one is until they get the VIP treatment," Gordo confided.
"So it's not voluntary on his part?"
"Hardly," Gordo smirked.
Rod sighed. "Well, looks like I have to play superhero," he said flexing.
"Oh, I wouldn't recommend that, sir. Um, those blokes at Ganymede are a bit scary," Gordo said with sincere concern letting his British accent leak out.
"Indeed?" Rod asked.
"Yes, um, you know your Navy Seal Buds? They might be useful, if you're serious about rescuing this twink."
Rod raised his eyebrows, "Well, what can you tell me about the Ganymede Spa, Gordo?"
Gordo looked around. It was still early, so lines of guests yet. He whispered, "You're not the first to ask. I got what you want on your phone. Will tap you the info, Mr. Rod, sir." He pulled out his phone.
Rod pulled out his phone - tapped a key. Then they tapped phones.
"Thanks, Gordo."
"The Seals are in the back room, good luck, sir."
Rod entered the club. He looked at the files downloaded, and he blinked in surprise. There were blueprints of the club, and their security measures. It was a god damn fortress. Photos of a dozen bodybuilders listed as "employees". And a catalog of their "product" offering "Special Orders" with VIP service. Chad had mentioned VIP. The bastards - still- Rod licked his lips maybe he should let them process Chad a little bit before attempting a rescue... He headed to the back room walking passed the bar, as he read. Without looking up, he ordered his usual drink. Then he entered the back room.