Introduction

A sigh escaped the blonde's lips, his amber orbs scanning the room for a certain client. Walking from the front of the club to the back, he looked and searched for her, but to no avail.

Tch. She didn't show. Typical. They call me up, lead me on, and make me wait.

He slumped into a seat next to a rather drunk brunette woman clad in all red. Her short hair was starting to frizz up at the front, eyes half shut with her tired and intoxicated appearance. She donned a ruffled top, disheveled makeup from, no doubt, making out with every man that would spare her more than a glance, and high heeled stilettos that could probably stab you right in the heart if she used them as weapons.

She chuckled lowly to the boy, "Oi, kid. Aren't you a bit young to be a frequenter at this bar?" she smiled predatorily. "Need me to go alert the guards of you?"

The male simply rolled his eyes at the woman under the influence. You're annoying, shut up. "Actually, even if I look rather young," he casually stretched his arms up over his head, smirking, and playing a good part, "I am actually at the legal age, madam. I'm eighteen."

She chuckled haughtily, "Then what's a kid with a face as nice as yours spending a single second in a bar like this? Here, people are pretty much all strippers," she smiled even wider, leaning forward to show off her unbelievably large bosom, "me included."

Whore. "Ah, I apologize, actually, I'm looking for my date," he excused himself from the seat, and pushed a bit of money into her palm, "but your next drink's on me," he winked, strutting away proudly as the older woman purred behind him.

You asshole. Why the hell did you just flirt with her? He tossed his head back to look at the now interested woman pressing a fresh drink to her lips, false lashes down over her eyeliner smeared cheeks. He shook his head and shivered slightly. It's just business anyways. She looked like a woman who would enjoy my… services.

Pushing his way through the crowd with a fresh mindset of determination, his eyes scanned the crowd for a bleach blonde bitch with too much lipstick on. His eyes locked on her mischievous glance before she vanished into the crowd again. Dammit! She's playing hard to get…. Tch. I don't get paid until I do what I was hired to do.

His feet carried him across the floor, going rather quickly into the dense collection of people on the dance floor. He felt multiple body parts moving against him, grinding and burning the familiar sensation back into his mind. He shook his head and searched for a bright headed woman, his customer. You bitch! Where the hell did you-

There. Right there. She smirked over at him, red painted nails in the air as a brown envelope filled with exactly what he wanted was lifted above her head, a hand placed on her hip. Trudging over to her, he looked down at her with a sliver of hatred, before morphing his expression into one of slight gratitude.

You fucking bitch. You made me chase all over for you. I'm pretty sure that four women touched my ass, and a man tried to tug down my pants in that crowd. Give me my damn money.

"Oh," he started, a light blush spreading across his cheeks, pretending to be this coy, cute boy finding the most valuable thing in the world. "You won't believe where I looked to find you," he grinned kindly, eyes darting to the envelope for a split second before looking back up at her.

She smiled stupidly, the yellow shade of her teeth hidden in the darkness of the dance club. "So, are we doing it?" the five words escaped her darkly painted lips in a light hiss, index finger of her left hand tracing the jaw of the male, glossy hot pink nail polish glimmering in the strobe lights. "You know why I called you here."

No shit, Lady. Let's just go already, I'm done with waiting. "Ah," he chuckled lowly, seductively. "Isn't that the only reason?"

The shorter woman nodded. "Are you okay with coming over to my place for it?" her eyes were scanning his face for any sense of betrayal from his expression. There was none. He gave a sickeningly sweet smile to his customer, nodding and taking her under his arm.

Ugh. You're disgusting. "Let's get going then. I assume that you have transportation for us?" another glance to hers, all emotion in his eyes shrouded skillfully by his lashes.

A quick bob of the head was his reply, as she placed the brown envelope into his hand. "If you're good, then I'll give you a tip." She wrapped her arm around his waist, looking rather proud of herself, as if she had just accomplished something. Fingers donning multiple rings travelled downwards to his bottom, lightly squeezing as they walked. He took a sharp intake of breath, which she took as a good sign, not moving her hand.

Oh fuck. It's starting.