No strings attached

Pt. 2- Bed, couch or floor?

An order had been placed. A very strange and discreet order had been placed. Such little info was given to them, too discrete to specify and narrow it down.

Surprise me.

What a strange man, but then again, this bizarre request gave them a lot of freedom. They could send anyone to his house. Anyone who fit the bill.

To be quite honest, nobody really fit that description. Sure they could send whoever they liked, but they seemed to be understaffed. The owner of Kawaii Angel's walked into the back room where a few of the workers were getting ready for their upcoming appointments.

He spotted his best worker and pointed at him. "Kisa, your on a house call." He informed, briefing the young man on the client he'd have to perform for.

"I can't. You already assigned me to someone else."

"Oh. What about you, Chiaki? You think you can handle it?"

The blue eyed worker shook his head apologetically. "Sorry, but one of my previous clients is going to pay me for accompanying him to a business lunch date. I can't pass up on that."

"Understood." The boss sighed out before humming in thought. "What about that new worker? Is he here today?"

The worker's shared a glance at each other. "He's here. I think he's in the lounge, he never joins us back here."

"Perfect." He began walking towards the exit when another employee piped up.

"Wait! I can go in place of him. He's new. He's never done a house call before."

"Thanks for your concern but I'm sure he'll be fine. He's...quick witted." Not waiting for any other type of response, the man left, heading towards the lounge that was hardly ever used. The only purpose it served was to hold the workers belongings, it was like a locker room in other words.

When he walked into the lounge, the lights were out, but he could see the dim light of a phone in the corner of a room, the owner of it sitting cross-legged against a back wall.

"Takafumi. You have a client." He said, gaining the other man's attention.

Icy, gray eyes glanced up and gleamed slightly. Their blue undertone bright and shimmering. "Do I now? Who's the client and how much are they paying?"

"They bought you for a day."

"Is that all the information you have? If so, how boring."

The boss chuckled lightly. "For someone who talks a big game, you have yet to actually get moving. Come to the back room so the women can help you get ready."

A black brow arched up in question. "Wait, you said they. That either implies that multiple people purchased me, or that you're keeping the gender of the person hidden. Which one is it?"

"The latter."

"And why is that? I have the right to know who I'm working with-

"A man purchased you for the night-

The workers nose wrinkled in disgust. "I don't usually work with men. They're usually too full of themselves."

"Yes. I know, but he sounded nice-

A mocking laugh filled the dark lounge. "He sounded nice." Takafumi parroted in a condescending tone. "How stupid are you? Have you met any nice person who'd order a male prostitute? Nice people wouldn't give me the time of day. Nice people don't sleep with people who do it for money."

"Just go get ready before you're late."

"Very well." The gray eyed man stood up, picking up a black briefcase and heading towards the back where the women were getting freshened up. He knocked on the door and was practically dragged into the room by one of the girls.