“Do we have anything scheduled today?” I asked as Arlo buttoned up his shirt, checking himself out in the mirror.

“No, I don’t think so. So, it’s just you browsing around the floors today.”

“Oh, I like that. It’s nice to just hang around and talk to the patrons.”

“As if they’re interested in talking to you,” Nikon said as he entered the changing room. He went to his grey metal locker and unlocked it. “They don’t wanna hear you talk. They want you to use your pretty mouth for something else, but they’re too embarrassed or too shy to ask.”

“Maybe that’s true for you, since you’re so fucking dumb, Nikon,” I replied and shrugged, running a hand between my horns.

He snorted. “Sure. Let’s just pretend that’s it then, sweetheart. But I’m the best paid worker here. So…” He sent me an air kiss and I rolled my eyes.

“Actually, Nikon, you aren’t. Dion’s the most expensive worker here,” Arlo chimed in. “Come on, Dion. Our shift has started.”

I winked at Nikon and he was fuming, his blueish skin turning red. He’d be so pretty if he wasn’t such a douche.

“Is it true I’m the most expensive?” I asked Arlo as we made our way to the bar.

“No idea. I just like pissing him off.” Arlo shrugged and sent me a smirk.

I laughed and jumped up on one of the stools. Arlo stayed a bit away from me so I could work. When he sat next to me, no patron would come up to me.

I turned around and scanned the floors and stopped. Apollo was sitting in a booth, looking right at me. He jerked his head, motioning me to come to him.

I jumped down from the stool again and made my way across the floor. The club was furnished so there was a dance floor in the middle. Small stages with poles for the dancers and the booths lining the walls. Out back were all the private rooms. Some bigger than others. Everything was cast in a golden light. And some blues too. Depending on the mood they wanted to set for the evening. Slow electronic jazz was playing at a comfortable volume. It was still early so the music wasn’t going to be loud for another couple of hours.

“Apollo,” I said and bowed my head.

“Dion. I was hoping you’d be here tonight. You and that fine bodyguard of yours.” He nodded towards Arlo, who was trailing after me, but still keeping some space between us.

I smiled and waved at Arlo. “He is fine, isn’t he?”

Apollo glanced at me and nodded. “You like him?”

I swallowed. “Well, as much as anyone would like a handsome man.”

“Of course.” Apollo poured champagne in a flute for me and handed it to me. “I ordered champagne. You like that right?”

“I love it.” I took a sip, letting the bubbles dance along my tongue before I swallowed.

“And I love pretty things.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek.

“Apollo, darling.”

Apollo pulled back, frowning and looked up at Nikon. “Yes?”

“I’m here. You don’t have to wait with this guy anymore.”

“I’m not. I’m enjoying myself with Dion’s company. Run along, Nikon. You’re invading our party. And our conversation.”

Nikon clenched his fists and his jaw. He looked absolutely fuming again.

“Come Dion, I suddenly feel we need more privacy.” Apollo rose to his feet and grabbed my hand, leading me towards the private rooms. Leaving Nikon to throw a fit if he wanted.

“I’ve been tired of his company lately,” Apollo said. “He gets clingy. I never intended for the boy to fall in love, you know?” Apollo said and stopped outside one of the private rooms.

“You come here to relax.”

“Yeah. And people who fall for me…” He shook his head. “Let’s not talk about that. We’re here to have a good time. I want you to have a good time too.” He smiled and opened the door for me.

I looked over my shoulder, making sure Arlo was still with us.

“You can come too, Arlo!” Apollo winked at him. “There’s more champagne. Or whatever you want.”

Arlo made it over to us and bowed his head. “I’m not to partake. I have to stay clear headed for Dion’s safety.”

“Oh, relax,” Apollo chuckled and dumped down in one of the sofas in the room. “I know the rules, Mr Arlo. Wouldn’t wanna piss off your father either. He’s so nasty when he’s angry.”

Arlo nodded and stepped back to the wall, folding his hands behind his back.

“Now,” Apollo said and held his hand out towards me. “Tell me more about you, Dion. Such a fascinating creature as yourself must have a story.”

I sat down next to him and took a sip of my champagne. “It’s not very interesting. Not nearly as interesting as your stories, I’m sure.”

“Ah, you want to hear my stories?” He put his arm around me, getting me to scoot closer.

“Yeah,” I breathed and moved in, kissing his throat. His fingers found their way to my scalp and I stopped. “No touching the horns.”

“I know, love. I’ve read the rules.” He chuckled. “I did my homework. I told you, I want you to have a good time.”

Arlo cleared his throat. “Money up front.”

“Oh yes, how forgetful of me.” Apollo reached inside of his blazer and brought out an envelope, handing it to Arlo who had stepped forward. “Now, run along. I don’t like having an audience. Unless they participate.” He smirked up at my boyfriend. Arlo clenched his jaw and nodded, leaving the room.

I always wondered if he hated it. Leaving me with other men who could do whatever they wanted to me. I would hate it if the roles were reversed. I didn’t wanna share Arlo with anyone.

“He doesn’t like me much, does he?” Apollo asked and looked back at me.

“He’s just very serious. Takes his job very seriously too.”

“Good. Wouldn’t want him to slack on your safety. Such a pretty thing like yourself. You need protection.”

“Do I need protection from you?”

“No.” He grabbed me and got me in his lap. “Maybe a little.” He started opening the buttons on my shirt. “I can be oh so dangerous.” He flicked his eyes up, meeting my gaze. “I’m one of those clients who likes to see you cum.”

I smiled down at him. “Oh no. How truly horrific.”

“I know,” he breathed and kissed me. His lips weren’t as soft as Arlo’s. His hands weren’t either. His body was harder, more muscular and it didn’t feel like Arlo at all. But when I closed my eyes, I could pretend.

His fingers started fiddling with my trousers and I rose to my knees, making it easier for him. He got them opened and ran his hand under them, grabbing my ass.

“Fuck, your body is amazing,” he murmured gruffly and tore my shirt off me. His hands were on the move again, and his fingers found their way to my mouth. I closed my lips around them, and he smiled a very satisfied smile.

As I licked at his fingers, I slid his blazer off him. He had to remove his hand to get it off, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He pushed his fingers inside of me and I couldn’t hold back a groan. I exaggerated too. Had to make him feel whatever he did was the best thing in the entire world.

I also looked down. “You don’t have to do that. I’m all ready for you.”

“Fantastic.” He opened his trousers, pulled himself out and grabbed my hips, pushing himself inside of me.

“Condom,” I groaned and grabbed his shoulders.

“Oh fuck, yes. Sorry.” He pulled out and I grabbed one out of the bowl on the table. I opened it with my teeth, kissing him as I rolled it on him. He cursed against my lips and then guided me down on him. I moaned very dramatically and started moving. He decided everything. Controlled everything. Where I put my hands, how I moved my hips. It wasn’t like I enjoyed it. I kind of didn’t. It was just a job and my head turned off whenever I was with clients. My body was reacting, but my head wasn’t.

He stopped me, pulled me to my feet and pressed me against the wall, my back turned to him.

“Do you like that?” he asked as he pushed inside of me again.

“Oh gods, yes,” I groaned, pushing my ass back against him.

He jerked his hips hard and then wrapped his fingers around me. I grabbed his wrist, keeping his hand on me. He slowed down the pace, breathing hard in my ear.

“You’re fantastic, Dion. You’re an artist,” he murmured and ran his tongue over my shoulder.

I wondered if this actually worked on Nikon. If he enjoyed Apollo sweettalking him like this.

“Are you close?”

“Yes,” I moaned. I wasn’t really.

He got me turned around, hoisted me up with ease and looked up at me. He walked over to the bar, with my legs wrapped around his hips, putting me down on it.

“I want to watch you. I want to see your face. Tell me how I’ll make you cum.”

“Fuck me. Hard,” I said seriously and brought his mouth back to mine. If we kissed. If I closed my eyes. If he just fucking stopped talking, then I could pretend it was Arlo.

He grabbed my hips and got me further on my back. I grabbed his neck to steady myself, my other hand holding up my weight on the bar. He leaned in over me, watching me intently as he jerked his hips hard.

I moaned loudly again, and he responded with kissing me.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

I did as commanded. His face was so close to mine. I looked into his very blue eyes. I was getting turned on. Like actually turned on. I was getting into this. I stopped being dramatic and just focused on his body. He was hitting my spots too.

“Touch me,” I groaned.

He wrapped his fingers around me and smirked at me. I finished hard and Apollo pulled me off the bar, turned me around and pressed my head down on the table. He went nuts. His hips jerked hard and fast, and I dug my fingernails into the table. I was moaning. Actually moaning and not the fake shit I’d do with clients. And I might’ve hated how he got to hear my real voice when that was reserved for Arlo.

He finally finished, pressing me back at him. I felt him pulsing and his fingers dug into my skin.

“Fuck. Was I too rough?” he asked, panting hard.

“A little,” I said through my clenched teeth, looking back at him, staying where I was, bent over the bar.

“I’m so sorry.” He stepped back and fixed himself up, tossing the condom in the bin by the bar. “I’ll be gentler.”

I nodded and straightened too. He grabbed my hand, turning me around and pulled me close.

“I do want you to feel good,” he murmured and kissed me.

“You do. You made me cum really hard,” I said and smiled against his lips.

“I bet you tell all your clients that.”

“I do. But this time I didn’t lie.”

He laughed and pushed me down on the sofa. “Well, that’s good. I’m not done with you yet either.”