theshatterdome | escorts au.

There is an exclusive corporation nestled comfortably in the middle of the city that maintains a certain...reputation - one built solely on word of mouth and on the passing of black business cards embossed with gold lettering at elite cocktail parties and the like.

The Shatterdome.

And there is a website, on the opposite side of the card.

Beyond that, there's little to indicate that there is a multi-billion dollar industry going on right in the heart of town. The building where it's located is on the most expensive side of town and is completely sheathed in black glass.

...Alright, so maybe there's more than a little to indicate there's a very expensive company, but as to what they do, that's another story.

The cards aren't passed around carelessly - they're handed only to prospective clients that have expressed interest in their services or have heard and are eager to get a taste of what The Shatterdome has to offer. Occasionally - thought not terribly often - a representative him/herself will offer their card to a potential client, a rare honor indeed.

They cater to every desire imaginable - a booming escort service located right in the heart of the City of Sin, but they are so much more than trinkets of Las Vegas.

No, The Shatterdome is international and owns several private jets, operating discreetly out of their own little corner of McCarran International. They could be considered relatively nondescript jets, save for the fact that they are painted a sleek black, the Shatterdome logo painted in gold on the tail. They can go anywhere, anytime, for the right price.

Raleigh Becket has seen his fair share of the world, has met countless movie stars and attended hundreds of movie premiers, sat in the front row of the Oscars, and escorted a princess to her birthday party. He's bedded men, women, and those in between and he is attentive, loving and affectionate in bed. He loves what he does, loves his clients, loves his job. He's never thought twice about it, not since he was recruited by Stacker. Stacker, who ensures that they remain safe and secure, healthy and taken care of.

No one works at the company that does not want to. That would be incredibly counterproductive.

Raleigh does it as a favor, actually - Stacker's old friend Herc desperately needs someone on the arm of his kid, Chuck, for the Kaidonovsky wedding and Raleigh is more than happy to oblige. He hasn't worked 'off the clock' in a while but he figures what the fuck, everyone needs a night off and it's a favor for a man Raleigh deeply respects and admires.

He stops in front of the Hansen household, parks his '67 LeMans, and heads up the walk with his keys jingling in his hand.

He knocks twice, rocks back on his heels and adjusts his tie while he waits.

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Chuck doesn't need help dating.

He doesn't really see why he can't just go to the damn wedding without a date--it's not that pathetic. But. If he goes alone, there will be approximately five million desperate single people trying to get into his pants. Which wouldn't be the end of the world, if he weren't just not in the mood for the sort of hormones that get released by weddings.

It's either an immediate regret or they want to move in immediately.

And so what if it's been a while since he's been on a date? Maybe he likes it that way. Maybe he just wants to drive off in his truck with Max in the passenger seat and never get bugged again.

...no, he likes his life. It's fine. And he wants to go to the wedding, he's fond of Sasha and Aleksis and--well, damn, it's about time.

He's not sure how comfortable he is going with someone Herc suggests, but he swears Chuck won't hate him. And what the hell, he could probably do worse. Worst case scenario, Chuck gets drunk and avoids the guy. Herc's already gone ahead with some old friend, so Chuck's waiting for his date, compulsively twitching his tie straight in the mirror. He turns his head when he hears the knock and glances over at Max.

"Gotta be him," he comments, while Max looks up at him, drooling happily. "Don't you tell me not to judge." He shakes his head and goes to answer the door.

And....damn. All right, that's one point in his favor. And the sight over the guy's shoulder is a second. "Well she's gorgeous," he comments, dragging his gaze back to the man in front of him. But...seriously damn. He might have the brightest blue eyes Chuck's ever seen and that suit is doing an excellent job at showing off his shoulders. And his shoulder to waist ratio.

"You must be Raleigh," he says, finally meeting his eyes and holding his hand out to shake. "Chuck."

When the door opens, Raleigh flashes a brilliant smile at him - his most charming, his most winning. And he finds that he doesn't have to fake it, either - the guy is adorable. Nice eyes, a smattering of freckles, and holy fuck -- were those dimples?

Jesus Christ.

"That's Gipsy," he comments with a smile, holding his hand out to shake Chuck's firmly. "Gipsy Danger. Named her after a plane engine invented in 1925. Was called the de Havilland Gipsy."

That's probably more information than Chuck actually gives a fuck about, so he backs up and gestures towards the car.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." He leans back into the door to point sternly at Max. "No wild parties. No ordering pizza. I don't want to come home to a wrecked house again."

Max wags his tail and Chuck grins as he closes the door and locks it.

"Let's go."

He really just wants to get inside that beauty right now.

...the car. He means the car.

That's kind of ridiculously cute, and Raleigh smiles as they leave,wading Chuck down to his car where he opens the door for Chuck before sliding into the drivers seat.

"So what's his name? Your dog, I mean."

Just casual conversation as the engine growls to life and they pull out and set off towards the wedding.

"Max. He's my best mate."

Chuck might let out a soft hum of satisfaction when Raleigh starts the car and he feels the purr of the engine. "Where'd you even find something like this?"

"I look around for a long time until I found this car."

There's a ltitle bit of pride in his voice.

"When I found her, she was a real junker. Trashed to hell, the owner said she'd never run again, and I said bullshit. She just needs a little bit of work."

"And a little love." Chuck leans over to run his hand over the dashboard with an almost lustful look in his eye.

...what, he's a man who appreciates a nice machines. And who can appreciate a man who appreciates a nice machine. "So you saved her from a life of rust or of being crushed?"

"Whole lotta love," Raleigh agrees, voice smooth. This is his baby -- he can also appreciate a good machine, as well as a good man who appreciates a good machine.

"Little bit of both. She was just sitting and rusting, would've been crushed eventually."

"Good thing you rescued her, then." He passes one more appreciative hand over the dash before leaning back in his seat.

"Are you a mechanic? Dad didn't tell me a lot about you." Apart from the expensive suit, he sort of looks like he could be. Chuck can easily picture him in a white tank top, sweaty, smeared with grease...

...okay but he's still got like twenty points to pass before Chuck'll consider asking him to stay the night, this is Herc's suggestion after all.

"I tinker a lot. I rebuilt most of this, but I had some help from a friend of mine."

He shifts gears easily, rubbing his thumb absently over the gear shift.

"Might be persuaded to let you drive a bit. Know how to handle a stick?"

That definitely sounds like a line but Chuck's not going to rise to it.

"I can drive or fly anything," he says, lifting his chin arrogantly. "And I'm holding you to that before we get too drunk."

Well. Before he gets too drunk. Because he will be drinking.

Though maybe not if he gets to drive that at the end of the night.

Raleigh smirks at him, then eases the car off to the side of the road.

"Be my guest, then."

You wreck it, he will murder you.

Oh he wouldn't dare.

His eyes light up and he unbuckles his seatbelt, getting out of the car as soon as Raleigh pulls the car to a full stop.

That look on his face is fucking priceless, and Raleigh gets out of the car to swap places with him, settling into the passenger side.

"Just, um. Be careful. This is kind of my baby."

Chuck slides into the driver's seat with a low murmur of 'hello darling' as he smoothes his palms over the steering wheel.

"No worries," he says, closing the door and fastening his seatbelt and flashing Raleigh an easy smile.

And oh, can he drive.

Well. He's glad Chuck is getting along so well with his car.

"Right."

He leans back and gets comfortable, and does his best to not white knuckle the arm rest.

Chuck drives them to the wedding and he can't really stop smiling. He'll keep up a conversation with Raleigh, but he'll keep his eyes on the road.

Because he's a good driver thanks. So he doesn't notice Raleigh's white knuckles.

"You okay letting your baby go with the valet?" he asks when they pull up to the venue.

Raleigh leans to get a good look at the valet, and then he nods.

"Yeah. I know this guy. He knows I'll skin him alive if he dings my door."

He winks and gets out of the car before Chuck can respond, sauntering up to the valet and giving him a quick salute.

Come on, Chuck. Into the ball.

He casts one last longing look at the car as the valet drives her off and then offers a sarcastic arm to Raleigh.

"Do you know Aleksis and Sasha?"

Raleigh takes it - unsarcastically - and smiles, teeth white, eyes bright.

"Yeah. Not well, but we're acquainted. I worked with her a few years ago on a project at the garage I take my car. I'm the reason their Rolls runs so smoothly."

And he needs to stop doing that because that smile keeps doing funny things to Chuck's stomach.

"Lucky to know you, then." And even though he didn't really give a clear answer, Chuck's still imagining him as a mechanic.

He does pause when they get to the seats. "...Do we sit on the groom's or the bride's?"

He can't help it. HE's devilishly handsome.

"..Hm. Whichever you want, I guess. I know the bride better than I do the groom, if that helps."

"That works. I'm more scared of her, anyway."

He gets a more comfortable seat, glancing around for people he knows. It's a gorgeous day for an outdoor wedding; it's luck that it hasn't rained.

Hopefully that luck will hold.

Raleigh settles in next to Chuck - he'll probably know a few people here too, and he'll flag Chuck's father down when he sees him.

It's nice to make small talk, right?

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