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- Oct 7, 2012
The Back Alley, a popular club in the center of the city, was buzzing with late night activity. On the surface, it was nothing more than a night club for people to come, dance, and drink the night away. However, it was far shadier than that. From drug deals to prostitution, the club was really just a front for far more illegal activity. The local police department was corrupt as fuck, and so long as the club owner paid them off, they were more than willing to turn a blind eye to all the activity.
It was around midnight when Jackson arrived. The bouncers let him pass right on through, no need for ID or waiting in the outrageous line. This was because Jackson was more than the average club swinger. He actually worked here. Not as a bartender or DJ, no, but as one of the many prostitutes that worked in the basement brothel of the club. A place only a select few were even allowed to know existed. Perhaps it was a bit dangerous, but honestly, Jackson didn't have much to lose. He had tried to get a regular job, but he always ended up laid off or quitting for one reason or another.
Having sex was one of the only things he was decent at, but it wasn't his skill set that made him so popular. Rather, it was all in his looks.
He was a lean young man, standing at 5' 7”. He was thin, with no real body fat to speak of, but he wasn't boney either. Rather, he was soft and warm to the touch, his pale skin as smooth and flawless as a newborn babe. His hair was short and soft – a golden shade of blonde that shimmered in the faintest of light. What really drew others to him, though, like moth to a flame, was his eyes. They were a pastel hue of blue, with a dreamy, almost mysterious glaze to them. His black eyelashes were thick and feminine, brushing his soft cheeks each time he blinked.
His expression as he entered the club was hard to read. He seemed indifferent to the loud music and drunken whistles he got as he weaved his way through the crowed and towards the stairwell that lead downstairs. It was behind the bar and guarded by a few bulky guys, but again, they let him pass without a second glance.
Once in the basement, the atmosphere changed. The loud music faded to something softer, the air darker as the neon lights of the club faded to the dimmed lighting of the brothel. The basement was far more spacious, and decorated more sophisticated, as the customers here were of a higher caliber than the ones upstairs. Businessmen mostly, though Jackson was sure more shady characters were here as well. Honestly, he didn't care about any of that. He was only here to make money.
Immediately, he made his way to one of the plush sofas where one of his friends was sitting. Immediately, he made himself comfortable while waiting for the right customer, smiling playfully at Aiden, his friend, as the dark haired young man crawled onto him.
“Heya, Jacky~ Do anything fun today?” Aiden chirped as he crawled into Jackson's lip, slipping his hands up under the blonde's loose tan top to playfully tweak at his nipples with a giggle. The customers liked a little show now and again, and Aiden was always happy to provide. Besides, he and Jackson were what some would call friends with benefits. They played around pretty often.
“Not particularly, no.” Jackson stated simply with a shrug, his voice as smooth as silk, even as Aiden pushed his shirt up a bit to kiss and lick at his chest. As Aiden played with him, Jackson idly scanned the room, curious of who was here…
It was around midnight when Jackson arrived. The bouncers let him pass right on through, no need for ID or waiting in the outrageous line. This was because Jackson was more than the average club swinger. He actually worked here. Not as a bartender or DJ, no, but as one of the many prostitutes that worked in the basement brothel of the club. A place only a select few were even allowed to know existed. Perhaps it was a bit dangerous, but honestly, Jackson didn't have much to lose. He had tried to get a regular job, but he always ended up laid off or quitting for one reason or another.
Having sex was one of the only things he was decent at, but it wasn't his skill set that made him so popular. Rather, it was all in his looks.
He was a lean young man, standing at 5' 7”. He was thin, with no real body fat to speak of, but he wasn't boney either. Rather, he was soft and warm to the touch, his pale skin as smooth and flawless as a newborn babe. His hair was short and soft – a golden shade of blonde that shimmered in the faintest of light. What really drew others to him, though, like moth to a flame, was his eyes. They were a pastel hue of blue, with a dreamy, almost mysterious glaze to them. His black eyelashes were thick and feminine, brushing his soft cheeks each time he blinked.
His expression as he entered the club was hard to read. He seemed indifferent to the loud music and drunken whistles he got as he weaved his way through the crowed and towards the stairwell that lead downstairs. It was behind the bar and guarded by a few bulky guys, but again, they let him pass without a second glance.
Once in the basement, the atmosphere changed. The loud music faded to something softer, the air darker as the neon lights of the club faded to the dimmed lighting of the brothel. The basement was far more spacious, and decorated more sophisticated, as the customers here were of a higher caliber than the ones upstairs. Businessmen mostly, though Jackson was sure more shady characters were here as well. Honestly, he didn't care about any of that. He was only here to make money.
Immediately, he made his way to one of the plush sofas where one of his friends was sitting. Immediately, he made himself comfortable while waiting for the right customer, smiling playfully at Aiden, his friend, as the dark haired young man crawled onto him.
“Heya, Jacky~ Do anything fun today?” Aiden chirped as he crawled into Jackson's lip, slipping his hands up under the blonde's loose tan top to playfully tweak at his nipples with a giggle. The customers liked a little show now and again, and Aiden was always happy to provide. Besides, he and Jackson were what some would call friends with benefits. They played around pretty often.
“Not particularly, no.” Jackson stated simply with a shrug, his voice as smooth as silk, even as Aiden pushed his shirt up a bit to kiss and lick at his chest. As Aiden played with him, Jackson idly scanned the room, curious of who was here…
