Dirk was walking in the front door after a long photo shoot with Roxy. He hadn't expected to be in leather and BDSM gear. How Roxy had his size he wasn't sure. He shook his head as his thoughts went back to being tied up. Hopefully he wouldn't have to do another one of those soon. The leather may have looked good, but it was not comfortable. Dirk hung his jacket up in the hall closet before heading off to his room upstairs.

Walking past Dave's room, someone had stepped out, bumping into him. He sighed at his brother, " Hey Dave! Watch where your-" He looked at what he thought was Dave, only to see Roxy's new employee. " Karkat? What are you doing here?" He looked at the guy in confusion. Wait, was Karkat one of Dave's friends? He looked over Karkat who was blushing slightly. Karkat was looking up at Dirk in surprise.

" Wait? You fucking live here Dirk? I knew you looked familiar when I saw you at the-" Dirk slaps his hand over Karkats mouth, worried about what he might say with his brother so close. Just then, Dave stepped out of the room.

" Hey Kar, who are you- Wait," Dave gave Dirk a look of confusion as he realized they had been talking. He narrows his eyes at Dirk's hand over Karkats mouth " You two know eachother?" Dirk glanced back over to Karkat, worry in his eyes. Karkat better not leak about Dirk's activities.

" Uh, I ran into Karkat once or twice before. I didn't know you guys were friends." Dirk gives a glare to Karkat, hoping he'll go along with it. He removes his hand from Karkat's mouth and continues walking back to his room, sighing when he couldn't hear their conversation anymore. Hopefully Karkat will be too embarrassed with where he works to admit what Dirk does. Even if he did though, its not like he had any proof. Dirk could just deny that it was him and suggest that it was just someone similar.

Dave eyes Karkat as they go to the kitchen. What was up with him? He eyed the blush that covered his short friend's face as he avoided eye contact. Something happened for sure, Kar only rambled when he was nervous. Karkat on the other hand was trying to do anything to keep his mind off of the things he had witnessed.

'Why the hell had Dirk covered his mouth... did Dave not know about it? Well... shit' Karkat was thinking to himself, trying to figure things out. Did Dave really not know? Hell, Dave would have instantly leaked that his brother was a porn model if he had known. Dave loved getting dirt on the Oh- so- perfect Dirk and his ' girlfriend'. Well fuck, he had to keep something from his best friend. He needed this job though.. so keep the secret he would do.

After a couple months, he found out the 'bonus' to working there. He got free shit. Nepeta was explaining this to him as Dirk and Roxy argued over some uniform request. Shit man, he could get a free thing once a month? Eyeing the products, he noticed a folder. Nepeta giggles quietly and nudges him, " I already have a subscription, you definitly should Karkitty, he is purrty cute~" She purrs, giving him a bad feeling. Opening the folder, his eyes travel down the plastic page protector to see none other but a pair of bright orange eyes looking back. Well shit.

This was subscriber only. He eyes the page that contains Dirks smirking face, the rest of the photo too blurred to see. As bad as this was.. he wanted to see the actual print. Nepeta noticing his look, gives him a wink and rings him up, handing him a black folder. " That has the real thing, now just don't drool when you get back home and open it." Cursing Nepeta, he stashes the folder in his school bag, having to work his shift first.

Once he got home, he was surprised to open the folder to find it was three photos. Karkat's eyes widened as he eyes the top one, not realizing that anyone could actually be that flexible... or look that good in leather pants. The other two must have been from the same shoot, all sporting the same leather bound theme. He couldn't help but let his eyes drift from the torso of his friend's brother, to a little lower. Shutting his eyes as the embarrassment of what he had just bought washes over him, he shoves the photos back in their folder. He hurriedly stashes the folder in the bottom of his underwear drawer, swearing to leave it there for a long time.

Dirk was staring Roxy down, and what she had in her hand. How the hell had she gotten his work uniform? His burnt orange shirt with HIS black vest and pants were dangling between her finger tips, and her eyes were not saying that she washed them for Dirk.

" Special request, from a certain lovely lady," Roxy winks at him, shoving it his way. " Everyone likes a man in uniform Dirk, now slap that puppy on so I can strip you!" As she says this, she shoves him towards the photo room.

" I refuse to wear that Roxy! How did you get my clothes?!" Dirk asks her in alarm. Roxy just smirks and twirls a strand of hair around her finger.

" You would be surprised how much I can get out of your little brother by batting my eyelashes hon." With a stronger shove, she shuts him in the room with his betrayal.

Masturbating in front of a camera was not Dirk's cup of tea. Well... it wasn't actual masturbating, but it was close enough to be awkward. Roxy had decided to replace his skinnies with tight booty shorts.. and then nothing.. The photos were pretty much a series of him stripping.. but whatever, this is what Porrim wanted. Why she went through with the request though, he will never know.

Dirk was sat in front of Sollux on his knees in just his unbuttoned shirt, and the position was awkward. Fuck these point of view things, positioning like you were gonna suck off the photographer is weird as hell. Grumbling, he was thankfully released from his scantily clad imprisonment and allowed to get dressed. He would say this wasn't worth it but.. it did rake in the cash. He couldn't hide his blush when Roxy passed him a vibrating ring on his way out. Dirk hated being single.

The week passed by pretty normally. There was a slight increase in tattoos and piercing requests for him. As Dirk found out, he has fans. Because of the subscriber contract, they couldn't say anything in front of the other people in the parlor, but he got to hear how much they loved his piercings when he did their own simple ones. Whatever would bring in the money he tells himself.. whatever it took..