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Sae walks down the alleyway with footsteps trailing right behind him—he stops at the front door of the club and turns back to his younger brother, Rin.
“Don’t say a word to anybody, I’ll guide you to the break room and you’ll stay there until my shift is over, understood?” Sae knew it wasn’t a good idea to make Rin tag along with him, but he couldn’t trust him at home—last time he left the other alone, he snuck some classmate of his inside.
He wasn’t going to take that chance again.
Sae opens the door for himself and his younger brother; he asks the other to cover his eyes. Not wanting to expose him to more stuff than he probably already knows about. He guides Rin through the club, greeting some of his colleagues along the way—he stops at a back room located next to the dressing room.
It was rundown, with one flickering light, a few steel chairs and one foldable table—didn’t compare to the makeshift desk Rin had at home. But for tonight, it’d have to do.
Sae shoves Rin inside.
“Stay here, don’t leave, and if you do-“ Sae takes a moment to think of an appropriate punishment, all while Rin pulls back a chair. He takes a seat, sets his backpack aside, and pulls out his laptop and binder. The redhead sighs—he couldn’t come up with anything.
He’s shutting the door to leave but Rin then speaks up.
“Good luck with work, big bro.” Sae pauses and looks back at his brother; Rin is already scribbling down some notes, not awaiting a response. So he doesn’t give it. Just shuts the door and leaves.
His mind is racing—what if he gets caught and promptly fired for sneaking in his eighteen-year-old brother to his very inappropriate place of work? He’s pinching his nose bridge as he walks into the dressing room; he should’ve just left Rin at home.
Taken the risk of the other doing something he shouldn’t while he was away. Yet, he thinks that would piss him off even more—he almost wanted to kill the fucker he caught Rin snuggling up with.
He knows it’s natural. Rin is still a teenager—a very rebellious, overly-emotional, angry gremlin. But Sae can’t have him getting distracted—he’s doing this type of work so that he could afford to fuel Rin’s dreams. Of being a professional footballer or of attending a good university somewhere else and forgetting everything back at home.
Sae couldn’t do it—he had the potential, was a prodigy, but then he got injured. And was given two choices by his parents: go to a top university or get surgery and start working.
For obvious reasons, he chose the latter.
It wasn’t fair. But at this point, it’s way too late to care. All he knows is that what he couldn’t do, Rin would—he had the materials that would allow him to.
The redhead empties out the rest of his head as he begins to open up his locker. He inputs his lock combination—overhearing everyone around him already making noise. Smoking or drinking just so that they could bring out the very best of their performance. He’s being offered some but he declines—he always does so since he’s not legally allowed to do either.
Sae will be twenty-one soon though.
Maybe then he’ll join in.
He’s sliding off his coat. Unbuttoning his dress shirt, and stripping off of his slacks. Sae gets a few stares and wolf-whistles because everyone knows that he’s the most powerful one. Almost all the guys that come in want to get their hands on him—but he always declines since he’s not actually on the menu.
Sae is a bartender, required to wear the same skimpy revealing clothes as the actual dancers. Forced to endure the occasional harassment or gropes because that’s the atmosphere.
That was the environment he put himself into when he accepted the job—he doesn’t personally mind anymore. Mostly because the rich guys that come in tip him beyond well—leaving hundreds all stacked or on the rare occasion, leaving their cards with their attached pin.
He’ll quit once he no longer needs the money to survive. After he knows that he’s left Rin in a better position.
For now, he’ll just keep doing this.
Sae pulls on the last of his attire—the shoes, which were just his regular sneakers. He secures them by making a simple rabbit knot. He then gathers up the clothes he had abandoned on the ground—Sae tentatively folds them before stuffing them into his locker.
He locks up his belongings and proceeds to walk out of the dressing room. He’s heading back to the main area where a few people have already begun gathering—business men mostly.
All pulling out wads of cash and waiting on the dancers or whoever else they could get their hands on for the night.
Sae heads to the bar and puts on his usual apron.
It’s definitely going to be another long night.
-
Sae brings out another round of drinks for the three individuals that kept calling him over. They’re all actively swooning over him, but one of them in particular is asking him to take a seat. To sit back and enjoy his time. Practically begging him to do so.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I can-“ but before he can even finish that statement, he’s being flashed a couple bills. Sae gulps down a clump of saliva and nods. He gives the tray to one of the other bartenders who just so happened to walk by and is then taking a seat.
Sae sits right beside the guy but it seems that wasn’t enough to earn him the cash; the moment he holds out his hand, expecting it, the other stuffs it back into his slacks pocket and is promptly patting his lap.
“Come on, honey. I’ll pay you real good if you sit, right here, with me.” The redhead looks around—everyone was doing their own thing. No one would notice if he also participated. He nods along and is then getting up, placing himself down onto this random man’s lap.
He hears the other let out a sigh of relief from behind him.
“Fuck… there you go, sweet cheeks.”
Sae doesn’t say anything at the comment—only awaits his payment. After a minute or two, some bills are shoved into the hem of his stockings. It was the exact amount he had seen the guy wave around. He’s getting up and taking his leave, but a hand reaches out, holding him by the wrist.
“Where are you going pretty boy?”
Sae offers his warmest smile despite already feeling a bit uncomfortable. He doesn’t have a good feeling about this guy at all.
“I apologize… sir-“
“I’d prefer if you called me Shidou… now, why don’t we head to a back room?” Sae is quickly dismissing the suggestion. He’s explaining that he’d get in huge trouble if he ever did that—which is partially true. The bartenders are solely meant to be eye-candy but they could give the occasional private show.
It just couldn’t last long.
Five to ten minutes at most.
However, this guy, Shidou isn’t listening. He’s insisting that he’ll pay whatever just as long as he can get him for a solid fifteen minutes. Sae is tempted to agree because it was only five minutes over the limit, but he’s never gone to the back with anybody before. He doesn’t have that type of experience—so out of pure habit and reasoning, he rejects the offer.
“I’m sorry, but I really can’t, Shidou-“
“Please, beautiful? I’ll give you the rest of my cash.” Sae is opening his mouth to protest, but then Shidou is letting him go and actually pulling out his wallet—it’s stuffed full of money. An amount that Sae is sure would having him counting for hours.
He clears his throat.
“I think we can work something out…” Sae offers his hand out; he watches the man stuff his wallet back into his pocket before taking his hand. The redhead isn’t sure what he’s doing—but he knows the reason why he’s doing it.
Cash.
An unruly quantity that could possibly keep himself and Rin stable for a little while.
There are giggles that can be heard from some of the taken rooms. It has Sae slightly growing anxious as he approaches the first one available—he’s never done this. He shouldn’t have agreed to do this—but it doesn’t matter anymore; he’s got to do what he’s agreed to do.
He stops and politely asks Shidou to step inside the small empty space—it was the last one open.
Seems it was a busy night for everyone.
Sae looks both ways before pulling the privacy curtain. He takes a deep breath in, then out before turning around. Shidou has already settled into the provided cushioned seat—he’s once again patting his lap, indicating that he wanted Sae to take a seat.
The other nods and tentatively makes his way over.
Now that they were alone, Sae doesn’t bother to hold back—he does exactly what he’s seen some of the dancers do. Replicating their same fluid movements—he’s putting his hands on Shidou’s shoulders; forcing the man to lean further back in his seat.
Shidou’s eyes are glued to him—watching as he lifts one leg and settles it down. Doing the same with the other. Plopping right against Shidou’s crotch—he can feel the other’s bulge under him, hear his groan. Hands are coming up, ghosting his sides, but not settling there.
“Can I touch you?”
Sae wants to laugh. They’ve made it this far and it was only now that Shidou felt the need to ask for permission.
How amusing.
He proceeds to shrug, “if that’s what you’d like, then yes.” Immediately, Shidou is exploring—Sae emits a few exaggerated moans as hands grope his thighs, then his ass. He’s personally not too into any of this—it doesn’t do anything for him. However, Shidou is then leaning toward him—his lips practically ghosting over his own.
“May I?”
Sae doesn’t say anything—the correct answer would have been no, because any lip contact is usually against the rules but he nods his head. If he behaves and complies, maybe he’ll get more—this is all just business to him.
Shidou presses their lips together and Sae begins to feel a hint of his own arousal—the other is greedy with him. Touching him all while trying to get entrance to his mouth—nibbling at his bottom lip until Sae finally cedes.
It’s wet.
Obnoxiously warm.
With a hint of beer and rich spearmint.
That’s what Shidou tastes and feels like to him, but he’s also passionate—licking the roof of his mouth, clashing their teeth together, and allowing their tongues to wrap around one another perfectly. Sae can definitely tell that the man has experience—not only with kissing, but with touching, because now he’s drawing out actual noises.
Quiet gasps and moans.
Sae isn’t sure how far they can take this—only finds out when Shidou is pulling back and muttering into his ear; his voice ragged.
“You’re super cute… think you can swallow one down?”
At that, Sae shakes his head—no, absolutely not. He will not be doing any of that—now that he realizes it, their time is almost up. Or at least, that’s what he’s saying as he gets off Shidou. Readjusting his clothes and trying to look like he wasn’t almost fucked.
Though he’s sure, no one would believe him.
“Anyway, my payment, Shidou-“ the man is groaning as he pulls out his wallet; he’s counting a couple of paper bills, and holds them out, but as Sae reaches to take them, he pulls it away.
“Put the tip in your mouth and I’ll give you my entire wallet.”
This guy could not be fucking serious.
But, if this is what it took, then sure.
So fucking be it.
Sae settles on his knees and is ready to unbuckle the man’s pants, however Shidou pushes him away. Prevents him from going any further—he’s confused and pissed, but the other’s soft gaze eases him. And the wallet he’s being handed keeps his irritation at bay.
“Pin is six-five-six-nine to all the cards… but, just as a comment, you’re way too pretty to work here.”
Sae averts his gaze elsewhere and gets up from where he sat on the floor. He brushes off his knees.
“And yet, you still pay for it. Guess we’re both guilty… anyway, thanks Shidou.” Sae walks off without waiting for the other to tell him anything else. He pulls back the curtain and disappears—he finds one of his colleagues and lets them know that he’s officially on break.
He exits the club from another back entrance and goes through the entirety of Shidou’s wallet.
There was close to four-thousand in pure cash and he had at least two cards; one debit and the other credit.
The guy’s personal business card was also stuffed into a certain slot.
Sae finds out that his full name was Ryusei Shidou, a local public defense attorney who had offices located in Tokyo, Shibuya, and Hokkaido. He was also reachable on two phone numbers.
Hm.
Maybe he’ll give a call, just so he can return the rest of his belongings, like the idiot’s fucking identification and driver’s license—Sae pulls them out and attempts to stuff them back in, but his curiosity got the better of him. He goes through them—Shidou’s smiling brightly in both photos.
He seems way too happy for Sae’s taste.
He skims over and finds out the guy is six years his senior.
Ah.
He’s almost thirty—but he definitely doesn’t look it. Or feel like it considering he was pretty lively when they were together. He probably has good stamina, most definitely worked out—Sae furrows his brows at his own thoughts. He stuffs all the contents back into the wallet—he’ll deal with this later, for now he’s got to get back to work.