Kurt watched as man after man comes in and fucks him. None gentle, all seemed rush and only one even bothered to look at his face as if to memorize his facial features. Every man had their own creepiness factor, one slapped his ass with their balls making Kurt gag. Sure, he supposed if he was awake and he was into the guy and that happened he'd be okay, but this was a man he'd never met and his balls sagged to his damned knees. It wasn't beautiful to watch himself get fucked, and that's what it was. Fucking.

Kurt groaned, his ass sore and now he knew why, so he slid off the chair and put the camera back onto its pedestal. He slipped out of the room and the man behind the counter smiled. "Good morning, Mr. Hummel. Your clothes are in the locker room, you may shower and redress in there."

"Thank you..."

"Alex, Mr. Hummel. You can call me Alex. I'm here nearly every morning for two hours, the night shift is Charlie. We make sure you're safe."

"Well thank you even more, Alex." Kurt said and walked across the hallway feeling vulnerable in his nudity. He sighed as he found his clothes and immediately showered, cleaning his ass gingerly.

"Rough first night?" A blond asked from the next stall and Kurt glanced over.

"My name's Chandler!" He said as he washed his blond hair, Kurt raised an eyebrow before nodding mutely. "Did you watch the video?"

"Yeah. Are they always so-?"

"Creepy? Most. Some if you watch every night start coming to you only, some leave gifts and such, when you get gifts they're put in your locker." He started washing his cock and bounced a bit on his toes. "Fucking water! GET SOME DAMNED HEATERS!" He shouted at the closed door. "Most men are creepy but some are really nice, and gentle and good and everything... wonderful. I have this one guy who just cuddles and kisses and feels me up but he treats me as if I'm royalty and is always a big tipper."

"That doesn't sound too bad... Have you ever seen any of them in the real world?"

"I've seen a few but it's policy we don't say anything, we act like we don't know each other and life goes on." Chandler said rinsing his body off then hissed as he saw Kurt's hip. "Damn! That bruise looks painful."

Kurt glanced down and frowned. "Hmm... What's bad is I'm not even sure that was from last night."

Chandler eyed him worried as he wrapped a towel around his waist. "Fuck, that has got to suck." He said softly then waved. "I'll see you around, stay cool." He dressed and left, leaving Kurt to lean on the shower wall and the cold water to fall over him in ways he could only explain as 'clogged'. The sprays needed to be cleaned. Severely. There was no way he'd feel clean anytime soon.

Kurt yawned as he walked into the apartment and fell into bed. "Where've you been all night?"

"Cedes." Kurt lied and cuddled into Adam, kissing his shoulder. "How'd your night go?"

"Fine. Me and the guys got together... had some fun." Kurt frowned, burying his face in his arm and nodded. Had fun meant get stoned on anything and everything and fuck each other like rabbits, but if it's what Adam wanted...

"Oh, well I'm going to take a nap before work."

"Good, someone has got to make money in this shitty ass place." Adam said and pulled Kurt close.

Kurt entered his job three hours later, his fingers itching to grab ahold of something heavy and throw it. Talking to Adam generally made him happy that he at least HAD someone, had someone who loved him and kissed him. But now he wasn't quite sure Adam was everything he wanted, some of the creeps on the video the night before treated him better than his boyfriend did and that's just because ALL they did was fuck him.

"Hummel! You're late!" Kurt looked up at the clock, one minute. He was one goddamn minute late! He sighed, shaking his head and looked at his boss.

"I quit." He stated simply, taking off his apron. "I love my job but I'm having a shitty ass day and I'm realizing I could spend less time making money as a whore than working full time here and still make twice as much! Plus, I don't have to deal with your ass all day! I'm DONE!" He shouted, throwing his apron on the floor, blowing a kiss to Mercedes and walked out, fuming. So much for that idea.

Maybe a regular job really wasn't worth it. Now he had time to do things he needed to do (like laundry, since Adam didn't seem to know how to press start), and just keep working at Sleeping Beauty. At least it paid well, or so said his bank account reading nearly 1800 dollars from the previous night. He made more in a night than he did in a month. It wasn't so bad, he just couldn't go back to work with a bruise.

Number One Rule: Make it look like you're a virgin.