@seo changbin. one corner of felix's lips quirked up in amusement. "is that so? are you a beauty expert?" he teased while reaching to brush a lock of blond hair behind his ear and tuck it there. "well, it's my job to put on a show. i spend a lot of time planning out and choreographing my dances so i provide my customers with the best performance possible. my coworkers don't always take pride in what they do...but that's not me."
not wanting the other male to have to drink alone, he flagged down one of the servers and signaled for her to bring him his usual. building up a good reputation in this place certainly had benefits.
as soon as she set the glass down in front of him, felix lifted it to his lips and took a long swig, adam's apple bobbing as the liquid slid down his throat. "your first time...aw, a baby," he grinned over the rim of his cup. "i'd love to be the one to show you around, sweetheart. lucky for you, i don't have any other performances for the night, so i'm all yours." with another quick gulp, the alcohol disappeared.
"the things i can offer, however, depend on you. most escorts charge by the hour...but i'm a bit different," he explained. "i charge by /what/ we do, not how long we do them for. for example, you want a ? that cost is going to be significantly lower than penetration and the like." while fiddling with the bow at his hip, the stripper gave a one-shoulder shrug. "customers have the choice whether they lay out exactly what they want and know the cost beforehand or just see how the situation escalates and go with the flow, finding out how much it is afterward."
@lee felix. Changbin quietly watched the rest of the performance; the blonde was, without a doubt, a performer, well-versed in this type of crowd. Despite most of his ual partners having been twinks, Changbin usually preferred watching female strippers on his rare trips to a strip club. But that didn't mean that he couldn't appreciate what was put in front of him. The crowd was excited, and the stripper was feeding off the energy, dancing to the heavy beat of the music. Eventually, the performance came to an end, and the stripper got off the stage with a lot of flare. Changbin couldn't help the chuckle at the sight.
After flagging down a server, he ordered a drink, and it didn't take long to arrive. He took a sip of the brown liquor, breathing out as the flavour of the whiskey flushed his mouth. Drinking was one of the few ways Changbin relaxed, especially when he could order his favourite single-malt whiskey. Though, his right-hand would argue that he relaxed too much with his drinking and training. But the gym was his favourite room in his house; there was both space to lift weights, practice martial arts, and shoot his gun. That place had practically raised him.
It was hard to sneak up on Changbin, so he noticed the figure moving towards him, and when he turned his head to look, he recognised the approaching figure as being the stripper. He took another sip of his whiskey and smirked into his glass. He allowed himself to let his eyes run over the stripper once he sat down, taking in everything, especially whatever was visible from under the robe. The stripper was even prettier up close, he noted, the pretty eyes framed by long eyelashes and plump lips. He shrugged at the comment, "Sure. I recognise beauty when I see it. And you were certainly putting on a show."
The flirting was appreciated, even if he figured it was mostly just part of the job, he was here as a customer after all. However, that didn't mean he didn't appreciate it. Changbin chuckled and raised an eyebrow at the stripper, Felix was it. "I'm Changbin. And yeah, it is my first time here. I hope that means you can show me what you have to offer here." He lifted his glass up to finish his drink before placing the glass on the table.
@seo changbin. the gesture certainly didn't go unnoticed. felix could've pounced on the muscular man right then and there, but he had a routine to finish and knew he'd have plenty of time with the other male soon enough.
thankfully, the next few minutes passed rather quickly, and as soon as felix gave the crowd a few bows and a bunch of flying kisses, the blond scurried off stage and back to his dressing room. his stylist congratulated him (she was always so supportive!), but felix barely registered her words; he was on a mission.
after grabbing the satin robe hanging on the back of his chair, felix slid it on over his shoulders to cover his torso and tied a bow to loosely hold the flimsy fabric together on his hip.
hoping to keep a low profile when he enter the crowd once more, he kept his head down and made a beeline right to where he remembered the handsome stranger sat during his performance. much to his delight, the man hadn't moved from his spot, and felix helped himself to sliding into the booth right across from him with a warm, yet coy smile.
"hi," the blond purred, crossing his legs at his ankles underneath the table. "i don't think your eyes left me the entire time. i'm assuming you liked what you saw?" of course, most of the customer watched him with an unwavering gaze, but this mysterious man's eyes held a heat that could be felt during felix's whole routine. not that he was complaining, of course. he was honored that such a guy took interest in him.
"i haven't ever seen you here before...and i've been working at this same place since before i was even legal. i think i would've remembered such a handsome face like yours." being dumped onto the streets at a young age had felix scrambling to make ends meet and put food in his belly. the stripper did what he could to stay alive before finding a home in the club. "my name's felix, but everyone knows me as sunshine. the other dancers came up with the nickname when they saw my smile, and it kinda just...stuck." his blinding grin happened to be only one of his many stunning features. still, he thought the nickname was quite adorable and fit him and his personality well.
@lee felix. The music fell into the background as the performance started, and Changbin's attention went onto the guy who got on stage. He was pretty, but that was part of his job. It was not close to being the first strip club he had gone to, and throughout his life, Changbin had seen many pretty faces; his grandfather loved them. Personally, he preferred those with a certain spark in them. Despite his position and boundless opportunities, Changbin wasn't a promiscuous man, he kept his partners few but regularly went to them. had been his grandfather's vice, just as violence had been his father's. His focus quickly went back to the performance when the crowd cheered as it began. It was not hard to see why he was received so well by the crowd. He couldn't help but take note of how clear the guy's skin was, he almost looked foreign with the way his blonde hair didn't look unnatural. It was obvious that he had been doing this for a while and knew what moves suited him and riled up the crowd. The stripper was intriguing. Changbin let his eyes take him in, in as much detail as he could from his distance.
He crossed his arms as he watched, his strong forearms on clear display and expensive watch firmly around his wrist. If Changbin had a type, it would be summed up as audacious twinks with pretty eyes and it didn't hurt if they were taller than him. Frankly, despite the distance, it was clear that this specific stripper fit that type.
As the performance continued, the guy began crowd work and after a few, his eyes fell on Changbin. It was impossible not to notice the attention move to him, and when they locked eyes, he simply raised a curious eyebrow. It was clear that he was looking for someone to take him for the night; Changbin, as the new owner, was well aware that each stripper had a weekly minimum they needed to earn before they got any money themselves. This was how the strippers and es were kept: giving them free housing and easy access to alcohol, and drugs, but in turn, put them in debt to the club. It was a business practice many gangs ran, not usually how he did business, but he didn't see why he should make any changes unless he stopped earning money. His eyes raked over the guy before he gave a lopsided grin, making a hand movement as a blatant invitation to find him once his performance was over.
Changbin was here on business, but the guy was pretty enough for him to make an exception to his usual stringent rule of not mixing business and pleasure. In the end, it wouldn't matter anyway; the money the club earned was his money.
@seo changbin. three last of the brush completed his smokey-eye look. the stylist took a step back, thoroughly scanned felix's face, and broke out into a pleased grin. "beautiful," she complimented. "no woman or man will be able to resist you tonight, darling. you ooze appeal." despite appreciating his stylist's kind words, the comments about his appearance were nothing he hadn't heard before.
typically, his killer smile drew people in first, followed by his warm eyes and fairy dust freckles. overall, felix made jaws drop. not to toot his own horn or anything, but he /knew/ how attractive he was and used it to his advantage. clients and customers practically threw money at him whenever he'd perform, whether it be on stage or in the bedroom. of course, he'd never complain. felix enjoyed the stare, the constant attention, and the lust in people's eyes. he felt wanted.
"earth to felix...hello?" fingers snapped right in front of his face.
after blinking a few times in surprise, felix peered at his stylist in confusion. "huh?" had he zoned out?
"i said, they're calling for you. it's time to go out there!" she replied while folding her arms across her chest. sure enough, just over her shoulder, felix spotted one of the club's managers leaning against the backstage entrance to the stage, looking quite unhappy. or...perhaps that was just always how his face looked.
with a quick glance towards the antique (yet surprisingly still ticking) clock on the wall, felix realized that, , he only had exactly one minute to bust his out onto that stage before the music for his routine started.
the dancer nodded gratefully to his stylist for an excellent makeover as always, then hopped out of his chair before making his way over to where the manager stood. felix knew the man had little to no respect for him; most people didn't. he viewed him as everyone else did: a .
forcing himself not to glare down the manager, felix slid past him and paused to wait for his cue. right when the music began, the dancer pushed back the curtain and stepped out onto the stage, the simple action already causing a stir in the club. men and women alike whooped and hollered and clapped for the half-dressed stripper sauntering toward the middle of the floor.
those cheers only grew louder and louder with each roll of his body, each of his hips, and each time his hands found his bare torso, sliding provocatively up and down just to tease the crowd. a favorite move of his, however, was crawling across the stage in the direction of a random man, eyes locked on the poor sap's, and getting close enough to where the man would be able to clearly see felix's smirk and bedroom eyes. most of the time, this was how the dancer scored his customers for the evening. the men couldn't help but buy felix for the night...and maybe even more.
so, when he pushed himself back up from the floor and caught the man's heated gaze, he knew he'd trapped his prey. every inch of his skin tingled with excitement. this was what he lived for: performing for crowds and pleasuring men until he couldn't even think straight.
@lee felix. It had only been a few years since Changbin had taken over as leader after his father died prematurely, but he had already made multiple bold decisions, and luckily, they had always turned out in his favour. Despite being an adult, he was only in his 20s, and many had seen that as a sign of immaturity and inexperience, so he had found it necessary to make it clear that he was exactly where he needed to be. The most recent move had led to the acquisition of new turf from some rival he had been struggling with for a long time. One of the establishments in this turf that was now under his ownership was a strip club, a well-earning one at that. So, Changbin decided that he would personally go and see if anything needed to be done there.
He arrived at the strip club several hours after opening. He'd made some smaller changes after he acquired it, renaming it Angel's Gate and making the inside purple with coloured lights. He made the lap dance booths triple rooms for parties and made the party room downstairs lap dance booths. He figured it'd be easier to get to the dancers for the more commonly paid services if they were on the ground floor. He had low-level grunts as bodyguards here. They'd take care of anyone pushing into their space and take care of the dancers to ensure their safety while his heavy hitters were off doing the worst of his business.
He came into the club dressed down. A plain button-down and slacks, even if a trained eye could spot his expensive watch from a mile away, even his clothes were from Brioni. He looked like he just got off from work and needed something to unwind on a Friday evening. He had arrived with only one guard and made sure to tell him to keep his distance as well, even if it wasn't visible, Changbin never went anywhere without a weapon on him. Inside the club, men and women danced at various poles in the centre of the room. On the right was the bar offering drinks, and on the left was a large stage for solo and group performances. The stage had detachable poles in case performances didn't need them. It was all up to the choreographer or the dancer themself if they came up with a number. He made himself at home in a booth near the stage. The manager had given him the club's schedule for the week. Tonight is supposed to be a big dance number. Three were done every weekend. Men on Friday nights, women on Saturday, and co-ed on Sunday.
The manager said they were good-looking and that one of the favourites was going to be performing tonight. A waitress came around with shots in little plastic tubes in a holder around her waist. Her s were near popping out of her corset. She offered up one of her shots for $20. He paid for the shot and downed it. He sent her on her way and sat back in the booth. He waited for what he came for, hoping he wouldn't be disappointed.
