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Chapter 4-Lust

Kurt took a step back in shock. In order to keep up appearances and personas, the pleasures only went by their stage names in the club, making sure never to refer to each other as anything else. The young brunette stared at the man in front of him.

"How…how do you know that?" Eric blushed deeply and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"If you ask the right people with the right amount of cash, you can find out practically anything and everything about everyone. If I really wanted to, I could find out your birthday, your parents' wedding date, the name of your childhood pet, and who your first boyfriend was and where he is now. Not that I would do that!" He quickly added when he saw Kurt glance towards the door as if to run for it. "I wouldn't ever do that. Firstly because it's an invasion of privacy, and secondly because...well…I want you to be the one to tell me those things. I wanna know them because you want me to. Not because I paid some guy to tell me. Look, I swear I'm not as creepy as I sound." Kurt arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms, but didn't speak. Eric sighed in relief and continued.

"I've been coming to this club for almost five years now and I have never once requested a pleasure. And it's not like they haven't been attractive or sexy. Yeah, I've danced, flirted and even kissed a few of them, I've just never felt the need to buy a night with one. But when I saw you…I just knew that if I didn't get to know you personally…I would be regretting it for the rest of my life. And since I have no idea when I'll see you outside of work, I knew that my best bet would be to buy a night with you. But I don't want to actually do anything! I just wanna talk. Maybe kiss. Twice. But only if you're okay with it." Kurt couldn't hold in the chuckle that slipped from his lips.

"And you're okay with what I do for money?" Kurt asked, looking up into the eyes that were as blue as his own. Eric scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Please. My sister is a stripper and when I was in college I danced part time at Chippendales to help pay for it. I can't judge anyone." This time, Kurt threw his entire head back and laughed, placing a hand on Eric's arm. Eric grinned. "So how about we start over, and act like we're meeting for the first time on the street somewhere?" Kurt nodded and Eric stepped back before sticking out his hand. "I'm Eric. Eric Strong." Kurt smiled before gently grabbing it with his own.

"Kurt Hummel. Nice to meet you."


"Wait, you two talked?" Kurt who was looking through a folder for the next week's applicants nodded for what felt like the 20th time. It was Saturday morning and he was sitting in the middle of the employee lounge, Jesse and Matt being the room's only other occupants. He had mentioned his strange interaction with Eric to Wes who had proceeded to tell anyone and everyone willing to listen. Jesse was currently grilling the young male for information, his head in Matt's lap who was carefully running his fingers through the brunette's soft hair.

"Yes we talked. I don't see what the big deal is."

"He paid 300 dollars to have sex with you, and he had a conversation with you instead. You don't see the problem in that?" Kurt stopped flipping through the folder and stared at Jesse in shock.

"He paid how much?" Jesse and Matt shared a look before the latter nodding, picking up where the other pleasure left off.

"Yeah. Regular sex with a pleasure is 300, threesomes with someone else are 600, and a threesome with two pleasures is 900. Then if they want something specific, you have to go to Puck and discuss getting a custom order. Didn't you read the contract?" Jesse made a face and looked at his friend.

"You read the contract?" Kurt shook his head and closed his eyes, still trying to process what he had just learned.

"He shelled out three hundred dollars and then just talked to me?"

"Now do you see the problem?" Jesse asked. Kurt ignored him.

"Why is it that much?"

"This isn't some little thing, Kurt." Matt continued. "We are practically prostitutes and Blaine is essentially our pimp. Even though we haven't technically broken any laws and we have a license, we are constantly toeing the line. If someone were to check carefully, we could all go to jail. The prices are for the three Ss: Safety, security and secrecy. Safety cause it makes sure our building, toys, beds, condoms, lube and anything else you can think of are clean. Security such as our people on the inside who tell us when the pleasures need to lay low for a while and the place just becomes a club, plus some of the money gets put aside for bail just in case. Secrecy because a lot of high-end people like congressmen and celebrities come here for a good one-night-stand, and we have all of the clients names on file. It's like a 'you rat on us, and we'll take you down too' kind of deal. As bad and disturbing as it sounds, it works. Anderson's Loft has been open for eight years and we've yet to have any major problems."

Kurt was silent as he mulled all of this over, the only sound in the room being the ticking of the clock on the wall. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he quickly fished it out, freezing when he looked at the caller id.

"Let me guess." Jesse said, noticing Kurt's still in movements. "Mr. Strong is requesting another night of pillow talk?" Kurt flipped his co-worker the bird before walking out of the lounge and into the front of the club. He walked across the deserted dance floor until he reached the empty bar. He looked around, making sure he was alone. When he could see no one moving about, he climbed over the top and sat down on the floor behind it, pulling his legs into his chest. He glanced at his still ringing phone before taking a deep breath and answering.

"Hello?"

"Hi Kurt!" The man in question couldn't help but smile at the excitement in the voice coming through his phone.

"Hey Eric. What's up?"

"I just wanted to see how you were doing." Kurt chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"It's only been two days since you saw me. Not that much could have changed."

"On the contrary, my hermoso chico. A lot can happen in two days. In a mere forty-eight hours you can get married, give birth, or rob a high-tech bank. The possibilities are endless." Kurt rolled his eyes, the annoyed motion contradicted by the grin on his lips. "So anyway, since you sound normal I'm gonna take it that you are and invite you on a lunch date with me at 1." Kurt smirked, amused at the fact that the timing couldn't have been better.

"I'd really like that, but could we possibly make it for noon instead of 1?"

"You can't wait to see me either?" Kurt couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't flatter yourself. Can we meet at noon or not?"

"I might have to rearrange some things, but that sounds fine. Do you want me to text you where to meet me?" Kurt responded with a yes and after a short goodbye, he hung up. He was headed back to the employee lounge when a realization stopped him in his tracks.

Eric had called him his hermoso chico, aka his beautiful boy. Sure he'd heard that he was beautiful from family and friends and multiple times in the short while that he had been Chastity, but never once in his short life had anyone else called him beautiful.


"So do you wanna tell me why you spent 300 dollars on me?" Eric almost chocked on the lemonade he was drinking due to the pure shock of Kurt's blunt question. The two were seated in the back of a small and crowded café, a few blocks down from Kurt's apartment. Instead of having the lights on in the small building, each table was lit by cinnamon scented candles and soft jazz music played through the speakers, giving the café an intimate feel to it. The two had been civilly speaking before but it was evident that Kurt wanted to talk about this instead. Kurt had crossed his arms defensively and was glaring at the man in front of him as he anxiously awaited his answer.

"Since you're so offended, I'm guessing you weren't aware of the prices for pleasures?" Kurt arched an eyebrow, still waiting on an answer. "I told you why when I first met you. I bought a night with you because I wanted to meet you."

"But three hundred dollars? You could have simply pulled me aside in the club and asked who I was instead of paying that much!" It was Eric's turn to arch an eyebrow and cross his arms.

"And if I had done that, would you honestly have had a conversation with me? Be serious, Kurt. If I had pulled you aside one night while you were on the floor, and asked to know what your real name was, would you have told me?" Kurt suddenly took an extreme interest in his drink, refusing to meet Eric's eyes.

"Maybe…" Eric scoffed.

"Don't lie! Even though I have only known you for three days, I know that there is no way in hell you would ever break character no matter how attractive I am." Kurt shook his head but grinned all the same.

"Still!" He argued. "That was way too much money. Had I known I would have at least kissed you or blown you." His cheeks went pink and his eyes widened from his own words but he meant what he said. Eric laughed and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Well since you are off today…" He trailed off causing Kurt to gasp and hit him on the arm.

"At least let me pay for your lunch." Eric instantly shook his head, declining.

"Don't worry about it. It's on the house." Kurt rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

"Let me guess. You know the owner?" Eric nodded just as their waiter brought them their sandwiches. The waiter placed the food on the table and gave Kurt a puzzled look.

"Know the owner? He is the owner." Eric glared at the male before shoving him slightly.

"Shut it, Trevor." Most would've done as the owner said, but the boy simply grinned and shook his head.

"Is that any way to treat family? Come on big bro. aren't you gonna introduce me to your new boyfriend?" Kurt's eyes widened in shock as he looked between the two men. Trevor looked a few years younger than Kurt and a few inches shorter than Eric, but besides that the two could have easily passed for twins. They had the same type of build, the same hair, and the same piercing eyes that were currently involved in a heated staring contest. Eric lost and sighed before looking back over at Kurt.

"Kurt, this is my sixteen-year-old brother, Trevor. My mother forced me to let him work here because no one else will hire him and clearly you can see why. Trevor, this is Kurt, my friend." Trevor looked at his brother on the exaggeration of the word friend but said nothing, extending his hand to the boy in front of him.

"Nice to meet you, Kurt." He said, Kurt noticing that the two siblings also shared the same smile along with everything else. "Should I be expecting you at family dinner on Sunday?" Eric cleared his throat and stood over his brother, clearly trying to intimidate him.

"Trevor, go serve someone before I decide to deduct your pay." The younger male rolled his eyes but started to back away all the same.

"Love you too, bro." Trevor said sending one last smile at Kurt before walking away. Kurt turned back to see Eric shaking his head. The pleasure smiled.

"He seems nice." Eric scoffed.

"Sorry. He's not usually-actually, no. He is always like that." Kurt shrugged, assuring him that he was fine. "So what were we talking about before he rudely interrupted?"

"You owning this place?"

"Right. So…I own it." Both men laughed as they picked up their sandwiches.

"So is this how you afford your nights with pleasures? You're an entrepreneur?" Eric shook his head as he took a bite.

"I wouldn't go as far as to call myself an entrepreneur. The restaurant thing is just something I have on the side. I have a friend who wanted to be a chief, and he needed somewhere to do it. So I helped him open this place and he made me part owner." Kurt nodded.

"Well then what is it that you do?"


"He's a doctor?" Sam asked intrigued. Kurt bit his lip and nodded. The two of them were standing in a corner of an employee lounge at a make-up and hair table as Sam got ready for his shift on the floor. The bumping bass of the stereo could be heard from where they were standing, and Kurt could tell that it was hyping the other male up. It was only the two of them in the room because everyone else was either off or out and about the club. "How old is he?"

"23. Apparently he was some kind of child prodigy and finished high school early before heading into med school." Sam grinned before running his fingers through his hair.

"Attractive, smart and loaded? Why haven't you let him hit it yet?" Kurt shrugged.

"I don't know…I think we're friends, but I think he wants to be more than that, and he's great and all but I just moved here and I don't know if I want to rush into a relationship and…and…I don't know." Sam nodded and wrapped an arm around Kurt.

"Look. The way I see it, whatever happens, is gonna happen. So don't deny anything and just go with what you feel." Kurt nodded and Sam chuckled. "When's the next time you're gonna see him?" Kurt blushed.

"Tonight. He wanted us to hang out in the club." Sam grinned so wide that it stretched across his face.

"Great! That means you two will catch my show!" Kurt took that moment to look up at the blonde who was dressed in his usual red leather pants and he wore no shoes. Kurt himself was dressed casually in a fitted t-shirt and jeans with a pair of black converse.

"Show? What show?" Sam simply shook his head before grabbing Kurt and leading him towards the door.

"Just make sure that you're looking up at the balcony at midnight." Kurt opened his mouth to demand to know more when Sam opened the door and anything he said would have been drowned out by the music. Sam quickly waved goodbye before rushing into the middle of floor and disappearing within the bodies, leaving Kurt alone in the doorway.


"Do you want your usual?" the bartender yelled to Kurt over the music. Kurt shook his head.

"What's the strongest thing you can give me?" The bartended arched an eyebrow.

"Well considering the fact that you are nineteen and underage, I can't give you anything." Kurt pouted, mentally cursing his age. "But…as long as you don't make a habit of it, I guess I can let it slide this once." Kurt's face brightened as he saw the guy reach under the table and begin pulling up ingredients. "How about a start you off with a kamikaze?" Kurt nodded. He wanted to be loose and relaxed by the time he met up with Eric. The bartender quickly made his shot before placing it in front of Kurt. "Enjoy." Kurt nodded before holding the shot glass in his hand and downing it. He placed the shot glass back on the table, before once again making eye contact with the bartender.

"Give me another."


"Kurt? Kurt is that you?" Kurt turned at the sound of his name and giggled when he saw Eric standing behind him.

"Hi Eric! How are you?" Kurt asked, unable to stop giggling the entire time. "You look so…cute." Eric eyed him up and down before glaring at the man behind the bar.

"You gave him alcohol? You know he's underage right?" The bartender simply shrugged and glared back.

"He's a pleasure and he asked for it. My job is to keep the pleasures happy and that's what I did. Besides he's not drunk, only a bit tipsy. By the way he took the shots, I honestly doubt this was his first time." Eric rolled his eyes before turning back to look at Kurt who was nodding.

"He's right." Kurt said. "This isn't the first time I've had a drink. I had my first shot of Tequila at fifteen. I know I'm not supposed to drink, but sometimes I do. But only to loosen up and never enough to wake up hung over the next morning. I am still in complete control of my emotions, actions and reactions."

"Why did you feel the need to loosen up?"

"You make me nervous. But in a good way! I like being around you and talking to you and I think you're totally awesome…but you confuse me." Eric's eyebrows knitted together and he took Kurt's hand in his own before leaning down in his ear.

"Let's move away from the center so we're not yelling at each other." Kurt nodded and the two headed towards a corner of the club, where the bass wasn't as ear-drum shattering. When they were seated at a small table, Eric moved until nearly every part of him was touching the boy beside him.

"So why do I confuse you?" Eric finally asked his face only inches away from Kurt's. Kurt blushed and shrugged.

"I don't know. It's just…every other gay guy I have met here has hit on me to the point of where I want to have a restraining order against them. I have been mentally undressed so many times, that every now and then I have to check to make sure that I am actually wearing clothes! I had been on the floor once, and seventeen, let me repeat that, seventeen guys requested nights with me! And those are only the ones who made the final cut so who knows how many others there were? You were one of those seventeen."

"Kurt-" Kurt continued as if he hadn't heard him.

"The other guys I slept with were completely normal! They paid, we had sex, we cuddled and they left just like it should've been! But you didn't even bother touching me once we were in the room! Not even to hold my hand!"

"Well-"

"I know you said it's cause you wanted to get to know the real me and all that other stuff but seriously? You can't even hold my hand! And I've met your brother! That's family! Usually people at least kiss before introducing the family!"

"Will you-"

"I mean, I understand not wanting to have sex if you wanted to get to know me and all but I mean come on! I'm beginning to doubt that you even like me! One kiss isn't gonna hurt and-"

Eric slapped a hand over Kurt's mouth and chuckled. "You're one of those drunks who ends up telling the truth right?" Kurt avoided his eyes but nodded all the same. Eric rolled his eyes before removing his hand. "Believe me, Kurt. I really like you, a lot. I wasn't continuously hitting on you because I figured since you were getting it from everyone else, that you might enjoy someone who wasn't talking about your looks every ten seconds." Kurt blushed and looked down, ashamed of not realizing the other man's reasons.

"Oh." Eric laughed in his ear, placing an arm on the other male's thigh.

"I'm sorry if my actions confused you." Kurt shook his head, moving one hand up to run it through Eric's hair and moving the other one on top of the hand on his leg.

"I'm sorry I misread them." The two men sat there in silence, staring at each other. Eric brought his other hand up to stroke Kurt's cheek before dragging it to grab at the back of his neck. Blue eyes met blue and Kurt could practically feel the heat radiating off of the other man. Just as he moved to speak, there was a loud cheer from the center of the club. Both men turned away from each other to look at where the noise came from but they were unable to properly see what was going on. Kurt checked his watch and saw that it was midnight, the time Sam said that he was doing his show. "Come on." Kurt said standing. Eric gave him a puzzled look before standing as well.

"Why? What's happening?" Kurt shrugged.

"Let's go find out."


"Hello everyone!" Sam yelled into his handheld mike. "How are ya'll doing tonight?" Another large cheer rose from the crowd just as Eric and Kurt fought their way to the front. Sam was standing on a raised black platform in the middle of the floor that had one chair on it. Kurt pulled a face as he took in his co-worker's odd appearance. When had Sam changed and why was he wearing so many clothes?

The usually scantily clad blonde was in a pair of tight blue jeans, a blue and red plaid shirt, black cowboy boots and a brown cowboy hat. The long sleeve shirt had been tucked into the jeans and buttoned all the way up. Sam scanned the audience until his eyes locked onto Kurt's. He grinned when he saw that Eric was beside him. Kurt crossed his arms and sent him a look that clearly asked 'What are you doing?' Sam's grin simply stretched wider but he turned his attention back to the rest of the small crowd.

"Most of you know me and have loved me as Lust," he stopped when the crowd broke out in cheers. "But, something a lot of you don't know about me is that I'm from Tennessee, so I'm a bit of a cowboy. I grew up riding horses, you know, when I wasn't riding a dick." The crowd once again began cheering. "So my roots inspired me to dress for my little performance for you all tonight. Now the reason for this is because today is marks my one year anniversary of working for Anderson's Loft." The screaming that took place was practically deafening. Sam waited for them to stop before speaking again.

"It also happens to be the birthday of one of my frequent johns, Jamie Kendall, and I thought this would be the best way to kill two birds with one stone. Jamie? Would you come up here please?" A gorgeous brunette an inch or two taller than Sam sauntered on stage and eagerly sat in the empty chair. Sam set the mike down on the floor before quickly tying Jamie's wrists to the armchairs of his seat. He whipped his head around to nod at the DJ on the second floor. Instantly the music started, the bass booming through the club.

You'll never meet my mom,
Strings will never be attached,
We'll always get along,
'Cause it doesn't have to last,

As soon as the lead started singing, Sam began dancing around the stage. He removed his hat, placing it on the birthday boy's head instead. To the pleasure of the entranced crowd, he un-tucked his shirt and then began unbuttoning it, revealing the tanned and muscular chest beneath it. When the whole thing had come undone, he slowly took it off before tossing it aimlessly into the crowd. It was torn to pieces in seconds.

Anytime I call you, you don't have to call me back,
I'm never gonna fall, but I'm never hard to catch.
She say she's cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it 'cause it's easier this way,
She's so cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.

Sam moved so that he was standing in between Jamie's open legs and facing him. He quickly removed his brown belt before opening the button on his jeans and lowering the zipper. He swayed his hips as he lowered the pants a few inches, allowing for everyone to see the red strings of his trademark G-string. The crowd roared. Kurt blushed in true Chastity style at the performance his co-worker/friend was giving, but like everyone else on the floor and level above. He couldn't look away. The majority of the crowd had begun moving along to the music and Kurt couldn't stop himself from swaying as well. He felt hands grab his hips from behind and begin moving in time with him. He didn't have to turn around to know that it was Eric.

It's just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
Single but we're lovers, crazy for each other,
Ju-Just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
We'll wild under the covers, crazy for each other.

By now Sam had removed the jeans entirely and was now only wearing the G-string and the black cowboy boots. He walked around to the back of the chair Jamie was sitting in, the brunette's erection evident. Sam locked his fingers in the brown hair before gently tugging his head back before leaning down and gently kissing along the other man's jaw line before gently kissing him on the lips. He pulled back before it got too deep, now using both hands to rip open the seated man's top, his hands roaming the skin when he accomplished his task. Jamie didn't seem to mind too much. As they watched, Kurt could feel his "liquid courage" working, becoming more confident and deliberate with his grinding down on the man behind him, who would pull him closer in response.

We don't have to go on dates,
You don't have to like my friends,
I' won't get in your face when you makin' other plans,
If you tired of the taste,
We can try another blend,
My heart will never break I'm just here to break a sweat.

Sam had moved once again, now so that he was straddling Jamie, chest to chest with both of his legs on the floor on either side. He used his legs to grind down into the other man whose eyes were shut tight in pleasure and possibly pain from the tight fabric of his pants. Sam laughed before hopping off, but continued to face him. As slowly as possible, Sam bent down, his knees firmly locked. With his new position, his face was in Jamie's crotch and his practically spread ass was in the air. The cheers were practically screams by this point. Sam undid Jamie's pants, releasing his erection from its confinements before resuming his old position in his lap. He moved so whenever he would grind downwards, it would slide between his cheeks, giving the crowd one hell of a show.

That's why she's cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it 'cause it's easier this way,
She's so cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.
It's just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
Single but we're lovers, crazy for each other,
Ju-Just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
We'll wild under the covers, crazy for each other.

Kurt was no longer paying attention to the show in front of him, having completely lost himself in the moment, the music and the firm body behind him. His head was resting Eric's shoulder, his eyes closed and his teeth holding a firm grip onto his bottom lip. He had one hand in Eric's thick hair while his other hand gripped Eric's that was resting his hip. Eric's hand that wasn't covered with Kurt's was underneath his shirt, gently roaming the smooth chest, stopping ever while to flick a nipple or gently tug on it, eliciting a moan from the boy in front.

She's so cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it 'cause it's easier this way,
She's so cool with it, She's down with it,
There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.

Sam was rutting against Jamie by now, both men on stage clearly close to achieving pure orgasmic bliss, both too wrapped up in each other to be concerned with everyone watching. Kurt and Eric had forgotten they weren't alone as well. The hand that had previously been occupying Kurt's chest was working its way down until it slid over his still clothed erection, squeezing gently. Kurt gasped and his eyes snapped open, instantly locking with Eric's. Both sets of blue eyes had noticeably darkened with lust, neither man taking notice of their surroundings. Kurt turned slowly so that they two of them were facing each other. He balled up his hands into fists, taking hold of the soft fabric of Eric's shirt. Eric in turn moved his hands to the smaller male's back, holding his body close. The two stared at each other before Kurt took a deep breath, shut his eyes and leaned up, connecting their mouths. Their first kiss…

It's just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
Single but we're lovers, crazy for each other,
Ju-Just you're typical hardcore, casual sex,
We'll wild under the covers, crazy for each other.

Three events happened simultaneously: Jamie and Sam both came at the same time, Kurt and Eric kissed, and Puck pushed a button causing confetti cannons to open and spray the colored paper all over the club. Kurt and Eric were too wrapped up in their own world to notice.

Everybody wants a lover like that,
fire under the covers, crazy for each other,
Everybody wants a lover like that
fire under the covers, crazy for each other.

While men danced around in the raining confetti and celebrated, from his spot by the DJ booth. Blaine Anderson glared. Not at his employee who had given a lap dance without his permission. Or the DJ who had forgotten to tell everyone that he was coming in for a visit and an update on how the club was doing. Or his manager who had planned the whole event behind his back. Instead his glared at the two brunette's kissing, the smaller one in particular. Not because he had done anything wrong, but because he wanted to be the one kissing him back.

Whoop! This was a long update! 22 pages! But I hope you all enjoyed it and I hope that it ties you guys over till the next update! Cheers! :D

P.S. The song used in the chap is "Causal Sex" by My Darkest Days. So awesome!

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