Franky followed the manager, six men trailing behind them. While walking, the target came up to his side and slithered his hand on Franky's waist. 

"I can't wait to get you out of that piece," Mr. Campbell whispered.

Franky clenched his jaw. "Don't rush it, sir. We have all the time in the world."

Mr. Campbell smirked.

The manager led them to the back of the house, where the dimly lit VIP rooms were. She then led them to one available and left them alone. Two guards, the target and Franky went inside, while the other three were left to guard outside the room.

Inside, the two bodyguards stood by the door. Campbell sat in the middle of a luxurious leather booth sofa, crossing his legs and extending his arms on the backrest.

Soft, slow music played in the background. The room looked exquisitely lavish and, at the same time, suggestive due to its red theme. A dancing pole was fixed a few feet away from where Campbell sat.

Franky's earpiece buzzed again. He could hear Klaus walking on the other end. "This is perfect, his security is split up. I can handle the three in the hallway, then you can do the two inside the room." Franky still couldn't respond to that due to the three sets of eyes watching him.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Franky asked.

"How 'bout another glass of tequila?"

"As you wish."

There was a bar cart in the corner. Franky poured Campbell his drink. Campbell asked his security what they wanted, but they declined. With his back turned and the target distracted for a moment, Franky risked whispering to Klaus. "Give me a few minutes alone with him. I'll get him them to lower their guard."

"I'm watching you on a security feed. I can come in there right now—"

"Not yet."

Franky returned and brought Campbell the drink. Their fingers touched as he passed the glass to him, and Franky knew it was intentional from how Campbell grinned at him.

Campbell took a sip and spread his legs open on the couch. He wore a sleek grey suit, his blue tie with a silver clip.

Franky leaned at the pole in front of Campbell. "Should I now dance for you?"

"This is what you wanted me to wait for? What am I supposed to do, watch you give this guy a lap dance?" Franky's earpiece hissed.

"Only if you want," Franky smiled. He was talking to both Campbell and Klaus.

Campbell chuckled and set his drink down. "Come over here, baby."

Franky giggled and began dancing. He turned around like he was going to sit in his lap, moving his hips against Campbell's. A guy like Campbell probably did this all the time, with men and women willing to give him whatever he wanted. He was a powerful man and a dangerous one. But Franky and Klaus had dealt with someone much more dangerous.

Campbell grabbed Franky's thighs and ass as he danced, his baggage growing tight and hard under his expensive slacks. Franky swayed into his touch, letting his hands explore and enjoy his lean body.

Franky's earpiece buzzed again. "I can't watch this."

Franky loved the attention of the two men: Klaus watching him on camera, and Campbell grabbing him from behind. He rolled his hips in his lap, feeling the hardness beneath the man's suit pants.

Campbell breathed hoarsely in his ear, "I can give you anything you want."

"What would that cost me?"

"Let's come to my penthouse."

Frankly chuckled. "I'm not that type of guy."

"Everyone's that kind of guy as long as you pay their price. What's yours?"

Klaus heard the conversation in the earpiece. "I don't know how much more of this I can take—"

"Well, I'm very expensive."

Franky heard Klaus spit angry remarks at the other end of his earpiece, but he ignored him. He played with the top of his jockstrap like he was going to pull it down. Campbell buzzed from what he did, his body tensing in anticipation and his groin growing harder as he waited for Franky to remove his underwear.

Campbell pulled Franky back on his lap. He rubbed his hard-on on the assassin. "Forget the penthouse, why don't we do it here?"

"Oh yeah?" Franky played along, sitting directly on the bulge.

Campbell quietly groaned and tensed in response. Breathing unsteadily, he ran his hands up and down Franky's thighs and greedily squeezed his asscheeks. One hand moved further up, treading fingers around Franky's garter, hinting at Franky to finally remove his underwear.

While straddling the man, Franky propped his arms on the sofa and leaned back, lifting his hips and allowing Campbell to slide a hand beneath his waistband and pull his jockstrap down. Franky took a sharp breath, excited to reveal more of his skin. The thought of Klaus watching was what excited him.

Due to the moment, Franky temporarily forgot about his job and had lost attention to the noise being emitted from his earpiece. He didn't hear Klaus run down the hall.

Campbell had slid Franky's jockstrap about halfway off, and Franky was trying to decide how far he wanted to take this. But even though Klaus used a silencer, Franky's experienced ear heard three shots in the hallway, a short shriek, then the thuds of something falling to the ground.

He rolled his eyes.

Campbell immediately stopped what he was doing, eyebrows slanting up when he heard the noise outside. After realizing what was happening, he panicked and pushed Franky off and stood up, reaching for the gun on his back. He pulled it out too late; the door burst open and Klaus came in, swiftly firing two shots straight to the head of the two bodyguards. Before Campbell could shoot him, a hole was suddenly punched through the boss' throat.

Campbell dropped his gun and gurgled. He held his neck as blood seeped out and slowly collapsed to the ground. He turned around, looked at the person who had attacked him, and saw Franky smiling down at him while holding a stained pocket knife.

"Is this yours? Sorry, I borrowed it for a bit. You can have it back." Franky threw the knife at him after carefully wiping his prints off.

A few seconds later, Campbell was slumped down on the ground, eyes cold.

Franky pulled his underwear back up. "Ow."

Klaus just stared at him, angry.

"I'm gonna have bruises from falling off his lap."

"Would you have rathered a bruise in your ass after that plan of yours?"

"Hmph. You cockblocker." Franky looked at the bodies strewn across the room. "What happened to being discreet?"

"I was tired of watching him touch you."

Franky was taken aback. "Excuse me—"

The two suddenly heard a scream outside the door.

"We need to go," Klaus growled.

"Lemme first grab my money purse."

"Seriously?"

"I'm keeping the tips I made tonight!"