The wad of cash in his hands made Karamatsu smile. He tried not to think about how he made the money. His job today wasn't exactly fulfilling. His... client, sort of got off on leaving him unsatisfied. Oh, well. The customer was always right, or whatever.
Several months ago, Karamatsu had started this job. Within a month, he'd made enough money to move out. He'd had his eye on an apartment complex sort of nearby, but when his, ah... pimp... announced he was moving a few towns over to a city nearby, Karamatsu was invited to follow, and accepted. He had even better business here, though he didn't quite enjoy thinking of how many men had entered him, nor how many men and women he'd entered.
He was typically a power bottom, dominant and very good at what he did. But occasionally, a client would request him, preferring he top, which he never said no to. As long as he got paid, who cared?
He sometimes (always) missed his family. He'd only told his parents where he was moving to. They worked out what kind of job he had, and didn't approve, but didn't blame or look down on him for it.
He knew his brothers would eventually notice his absence, but it would be a while. He figured Todomatsu, the only other brother with a phone, would text him eventually, and decided not to tell him where he actually was, just be cagey. He did eventually contact him after about four days, to which Karamatsu replied that he'd moved out, would rather not give his location, but would visit soon.
He didn't.
He never had a full day off, really. His popularity had skyrocketed when he moved here, men and women alike requesting him. He was the highest earner his boss had, so he advertised him the most.
Anyways. He hadn't seen his brothers in months, and he missed them. He'd have to ask for a day off to visit them soon. Apparently, from what Totty reported, Osomatsu got a job at a local Chinese restaurant, Choromatsu was Totoko's full(ish) time manager, Ichimatsu worked at a cat cafe, Jyushimatsu was in construction, and Todomatsu himself got his job back as a barista. Most of them were only part time, except for Ichimatsu, who went past full time into constant overtime.
He was glad he'd kick started them all into doing something with their lives, only minorly bitter at their difference in businesses. He never told anyone but his parents what his job was. Well, he hadn't actually told them, but he knew they knew.
Speaking of his job, he had to get going. His next client, going by 'Neko-san' (Karamatsu himself went by 'Kirameki', meaning glitter or sparkle, he understood using an alias), was waiting in room 402 of the Luxury Love Hotel.
Karamatsu was dressed in a casual gray tight T-shirt, his prized leather jacket, and tight skinny blue jeans, with black shoes. He'd done minimal work on his hair, suspecting it would be mussed up by the end of his... shift? Whatever.
He arrived at the hotel, asking the staff if room 402 had been occupied, to which he was told the previous staff had given a key card to someone for that room. He headed up, opting to take the stairs to mentally prepare himself. This job was surprisingly taxing, mentally, emotionally, and physically.
A few flights of stairs later, he found himself on the fourth floor. Most Japanese places skip fourth floor, much like floor thirteen in America, but it seems this one included it.
Approaching the door, he took a deep breath, and knocked, announcing "It's Kirameki, sir!" as he was informed this client was a man, looking for a fight for power, okay with either being dominant in the outcome.
The door opened.
"What... the fuck?"