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“Kwannie, you’re going on in ten minutes and you’re not even dressed.”
Seungkwan audibly groaned. “I really don’t like today’s outfit.”
“You lost at rock papers scissor.” Meaning he got to choose last. “Now put your costume on.”
Seungkwan groaned again, sending a pointed glare towards Jeonghan before he began to hastily undress. In mere minutes he stood fully in costume, checking his hair and makeup in the vanity.
“How do I look?”
“Like a slutty teacher.”
“I hate job themed evenings.”
“I know, babe,” Jeonghan patted him gently on the cheek. “Now get out there and shake that sexy ass.”
Jeonghan could visibly see as Seungkwan put his game face on, ready to empty the pockets of rich men. He smacked the butt for good measure. “Break a leg!”
When Seungkwan walked out of the dressing room, another one entered. In came Seokmin, wearing nothing but a thong and a nurse hat.
“How’s the crowd today?” Jeonghan lounged in the tattered couch, watching while Seokmin searched through the various outfits on the clothing rack.
“There’s a lot of people. Lots of money to gain.”
“Good.” Jeonghan nodded in approval as Seokmin held a pink crop top, silently asking with his eyes. “Did someone request you for a private dance?”
“Yeah, the tall one is here again.”
“What was his name? Kim Mingi?”
“Kim Mingyu.”
“Right.”
“Do these shorts look fine with this top?”
“Yes.”
Dressed, Seokmin looked around the small dressing room. “Soonyoung?”
“Giving a private dance. Should be coming back soon, he’s going on after Seungkwan.”
“And you?”
“I’m not going on the pole today. Just here for a special request.”
Understanding dawned in Seokmin’s eyes. “Your usual?”
“Yes,” Jeonghan could not resist a smile. He had a soft spot for his most frequent customer. “Sweetheart, your hair is a mess.” He got up from the couch and gently styled Seokmin’s hair.
“Thanks.” His smile was warm and genuinely.
“Remember, if a customer makes you feel uncomfortable-“
“Then I can just walk out. I know.”
“Good. You boys matter more than those rich fucks ever will.” Normally, in establishments like this, the workers would be treated like cattle, but Jeonghan had the boss by his balls (figuratively). No harm would ever come to the workers without direct and swift consequences.
Words travelled fast and luckily this meant most of their clientele were respectful.
Seokmin looked at the clock on the wall. “Shit I’m late.”
So was Jeonghan, was supposed to be in private room six ten minutes ago, but he waited. He didn’t leave until Soonyoung had returned to the dressing room.
He had to know his babies were safe.
Having been able to check on them all, he walked towards room six, pushing it open and wearing a small, unapologetic smile. “Sorry I was late.”
“I would have been more surprised if you were on time.”
Choi Seungcheol. Richer than anyone should be allowed to be, but it served Jeonghan well. Having this (ridiculously good looking) man wrapped around his finger had made his life easier. Had made this job safer.
Jeonghan approached the man with confidence, his silken robe billowed gracefully behind him and he knew looked amazing wearing nothing but lacy panties underneath. He straddled the thick, dress pants covered thighs. Hands gripped his waist, fingers digging pleasantly into his skin.
“Thought this was a look, don’t touch establishment,” Seungcheol teased, his long eyelashes fluttering prettily.
Jeonghan leaned closer, brushing his lips against Seungcheol.” “I don’t mind making an exception for you.”
“Sweet talker," Seungcheol murmured. "I bet you give that privilege to all of your favourite clients.”
Jeonghan's smile grew even wider. “Maybe."
He only had one favourite.