Call Me Daddy

Eyes raking up and down my body; The night had begun with me sitting at the bar, alone...as always. It was easy to get customers, especially when I was dressed in the tight bell bottom jeans and crop top that showed off my body in the most delicate fashion. I liked being by myself, not having to deal with all the other s who were draping themselves over men that would inevitably leave them high and dry without a penny to their name. I was the smarter breed, having chosen a long time ago not to let alcohol cloud my vision and get in the way of making my money for the night. Seeing as I was one of the more seasoned twinks at the bar, I knew how to work it...but those eyes kept distracting me from my game.

My vision scanned the room looking for whoever it was that was staring holes in me, but to no avail. And of course one of my regulars sauntered up to me, waving his usual stack of hundreds in my face, which broke the concentration of surveying the crowd. He was a large man, kind of ugly, and he wreaked of cheap cologne. Shame he couldn't use some of his money to upgrade his scent. Not to mention his ...it was like being raled by a bean pole...literally. It was so small that it didn't even bring pleasure, most of the time I was forced to fake it just so I could get paid and get the hell out of the back room. Of course I plastered on my trade mark smile, leaning into his slobbery kiss on my cheek and fighting the urge to deck him with what strength I had in my body. He was a regular, I couldn't deny an easy two grand to take home and call it a night early while all the other girls in the club scrounged to make a measly fifty bucks for a .

I had regulars for a reason- fit body, pretty face, and skills to match. "Come on, Jo Kwon, let's go to the back baby~" I could hear his crooning in my ear, my eyes rolling when he couldn't see me before turning to look with a smirk on my lips. "Only if you pay me first big boy, you know the rules. Cash goes in the box first, then we can go have a good time." I cooed softly, pointing to the row of locked boxes. The one that had my name on it was already half full, and most of it was simple work like talking or for my regulars. And with this last installment, I was set for the week...could probably even take a few days off and pay my rent early...

"I don't think so."

The voice that hit my ears was deep, sultry, it had  a certain drip to it that resembled honey. My eyes turned to meet quite a handsome face, his jawline being the first thing to be noticed as well as the sharp features on his face. He was beautiful, and his voice matched his looks that was for sure. Despite his good looks, and the sultry look in his eyes like he was about to devour me, I wasn't about to let him steal my client and my money. 

With my brow quirked, I turned in the chair while leaning into the arms of mister greasy and gave the handsome stranger an odd look. "Excuse me?" My voice came out a bit annoyed, mainly because I thought I was going to have an early night. "Unless you've got about five thousand dollars tucked in those tight pants, I don't believe you have the right to tell me what I'm doing." It was hard not to let my eyes travel up and down his body, the muscles only added on to it with his tall build and tight frame. God, I was already dreaming about what that deep voice would sound like in my ear, but unless he could pay he wasn't going to get anywhere near me. 

A long smirk seemed to spread across his face, and just as mister greasy was going to drag me off the stool to the back, the dark stranger laid a whole stack on the bar. "How's ten thousand sound?" 

I think my jaw and mister greasy's both hit the floor at the same time, my eyes stuck on the quite literally huge bundle of money on the bar. How could I say no to that? Ten thousand dollars and a hot piece of man to do whatever he wants me to do? Sign me up.

Once I gathered myself, I slid off the stool and smiled apologetically at the other man, shrugging. "Sorry sweetie, but the money ultimately decides your fate, and I can't say no." My gaze turned to mister handsome as I grasped the bundle and handed it back to him. "Put it in the box and I'm all yours, punkin." Without missing a beat, he grasped the money and walked over, dropping it into the box and walked back over to me, hands tucked in his pockets. I gladly reached for his hands and dragged him to the back room with my name on it, letting him inside and shutting the door behind us for privacy. 

He was quiet, walking around the room and making himself at home while I began to get comfotable. And that's when it hit me...the feeling of eyes lingering on me while I took off my shoes. I paused, lip bitten between my teeth, before turning to look at him once more. "So you're the eyes that have been watching me all night." I mused, grateful that I was out of the heels, but my mind didn't linger on the fact that I'd found who had been eyeing me so closely. 

His smile was even more breath taking than his smolder, and it had me shivering as he began to walk closer, his hands splaying on either side of me on the wall. "When you look like this, it's hard not to keep my eyes off you." he told me, his voice low while leaning ever closer to me. His eyes were even more beautiful up close, the rich dark chocolate orbs that pulled me so deep into his gaze that I thought I was drowning. My stomach was doing flip flops to the point where I felt sick, back hitting the wall while I tried to focus on his gaze. "Do I get to know my admirer's name?" the question came out a littel shakier than intended, but how could I not be intimidated by such breauty? I think the thing I was most excited for was the fact that he was the same height as me.

That smile spread even wider, his hand reaching to carress my face while he spoke. "Chanyeol," he replied, his hand slowly stroking down my chest. "But you can call me Daddy."