What if...? || Markhyuck

-55-

[march 2021]

[minhyung]

I stood leaning against the bar and drank slowly the only drink for which Donghyuck had given me permission. Apart from alcohol, I had nothing better to do here today. I watched naked dancers shake asses against the poles and try to show their best side. I could bet Marco and his new business partner were not paying attention to them anyway. They were an ornament, some kind of distractor. Like a TV set that plays in an empty apartment for principle, so that you can hang your eyes on it and feel less lonely. But I was here for the pure rule of being. Besides, I didn't want Hyuck to go alone with Perez to a place like this. I didn't even count the useless Hunter as support.

"Am I dreaming?" I suddenly heard a professionally seductive female voice. Veronica came close to me, instinctively kissing the cheek, which I reluctantly accepted. Judging by her skimpy clothes, she has yet to perform today.

"Long time no see." I greeted, washing her strong perfume down straight away with a strong Scotch. The girl grabbed own drink from the bartender and leaned on the counter next to me. We spent a moment in pleasant silence.

Veronica was the girl Izzy chose for me. A good friend of hers that made Marco happy because in this way he felt she was satisfying my sexual needs. Meanwhile, Veronica was very comfortable with the fact that someone was paying her for sleeping on comfortable couch in my living room in return, and I wouldn't even try to pick her up. This sick situation lasted for about a year. Then I ended up at the center and after I left, Perez no longer bothered about whether I was producing the annual sexual normality with prostitutes.

"Do you already know what will happen to you?" I finally asked. Veronica was at Marco's brothel as long as Izzy - almost from the beginning. She grew up in this place.

"Most likely I will have a transfer to Tony Esposito," woman shrugged. But I guess she didn't care as much as I assumed.

"It's hard for me to say if it's good or bad," I confessed honestly. I had no idea how Tony's whores were treated. From the banquet perspective, it didn't look tragic. However, there were teenagers at the banquets. Veronica is a mature woman, so her clients will probably be completely different and more risky.

"There's the same shit everywhere, Mark," she said without much emotion, as if reading my mind. "It doesn't matter where they will be adoring my vagina," she assured.

"If that's how you approach it," I muttered under breath and the girl laughed.

"Something has changed in you..." Veronica said suddenly, watching me closely. I looked back at her.

"What exactly?" I asked curiously. Personally, I didn't think I'm any different  in terms of occupation. Privately, that's different matter, but Veronica has never been part of my private world.

"I don't know... you seem more accessible, more open," she said seriously. "I wonder what's behind this change."

"The right person," I sighed heavily, glancing at Hyuck. Brunet stood near Marco watching with boredom the dance of naked, female bodies. I smiled under breath. Poor devil.

"No way" Veronica laughed incredulously. "Who got into your pants?" she asked and grabbed my belt buckle, then pulled me closer.

"You can't know," I replied seriously. I grabbed girl's wrist and pushed her away from my crotch.

"Right, I can't," Veronica admitted with a low sigh of disappointment. Her gossipy soul seemed unable to accept the lack of an answer. "We have too many secrets anyway," she grimaced, as if it didn't quite suit her. It didn't suit me either. It was always a risk.