GREEDY | jjk

⇏2

⇏⇏⇏ $ ⇍⇍⇍

The start of the night shift was a complete frenzy.

The stage was set and shrouded in fog that shone in neon hues from the radiant spotlights, crowds of women flooding in like a tidal wave of pure lust. Seats were taken, shots were downed - all in preparation for the show. 

"Jesus, you could cut the horniness in the room with a knife," Nobara muttered under her breath, her hands dissentingly wiping out a glass with a towel; any more force and it might've shattered.

You let out a mild chuckle, shaking your head ironically in agreement. "You're just pissed about not getting as many tips," you retorted as you gripped the glasses she passed to you, organizing them into their rightful places.

The scene settled into an energy of jade-hued electricity, each woman desperate to indulge in their darkest, wildest fantasies - and these men were the avenue. 

Desire and alcohol dripped like honey from anticipated breaths, the swirling spotlights revealing a mirage of different personalities among their seats. But they all had one main thing in common.

Your gaze zoned out over the sea of chattering women with drinks and cash clasped in their fists, each wearing dainty clothing that left little to the imagination. Each woman feeling ecstatic with the possibility of getting a one-on-one on stage, outfits delicately sensual and impressionably exposing to show that availability to the men. 

The white overhead lights dimmed so only the royal sapphire and blood-red hues of the spotlights remained, eyes attending to the stage in frenzied anticipation that faded into the air like impassioned heat. Music fading into the room resonated from each corner, the sultry atmosphere growing in intensity with each second that passed. 

The silhouetted frame of a brawny man grew in size from behind the fog like a shadowed ghost, preemptive whistles and cheering of the crowd practically drowning out the music in response to the teased view before them - all dignity and poise was long gone the second they stepped inside.

He stepped out intentionally slow and placidly to the front of the stage, his presence revealed to lustful eyes and fluttering souls. The conversation piece was the checkered button up he wore, purposely parted to reveal a toned abdomen and stiff chest that made your eyes widen conspicuously in astonishment.

The whistle clasped between his lips was blown, immediately prompting silence as the music faded out to a lower decibel. As fatigued as his expression was, the man seemed quite aplomb despite a pair of ragged buns that were reminiscent of hints of sex.

He let the whistle fall from between his pearled grin, hitting against his bare chest before he spoke. "Now how are all my pretty girls doin' tonight?"

His smirked voice emanated a confident suaveness, those single few words prompting wild, erratic chatter as hearts pulsed. Single dollar bills were already being tossed onstage, a few members of the crowd chanting, "Cho! Cho!"

"Shh, shh," he held a finger to his lips sensually, prompting the crowd's immense volume to simmer lower. "Now I know you're all very excited, but before we get to the fun - you remember the ground rules, yeah?"

The environment grew in fervor with each second that passed, in almost slow motion. Each person feeling as though the outside world faded out into darkness, just the erotically intimate moments lie ahead of them - anything beyond that was not even brought to the forefront of their thoughts.

"What can you touch, hm?" Choso spoke provokingly, slipping a bit of his checkered shirt apart and slightly off of his shoulders as a hand greeted his toned chest and ran down his abdomen. "Can you... touch this?"

Dollar bills were thrown towards Choso along with lewd remarks, his smirk burgeoning from the validating attention of the crowd. "Or..." He smoothly slid his hand downwards against the waistband of his shorts, palming harshly over his dick through the black fabric. "This?"

Imbricated cheers and hollers echoed through the room, seeming even louder from the low volume of the music that gave the environment a lightning-like electricity. Nobara gave you a small side-eye, hints of an amused smile hiding on her lips. 

"No, you cannot," Choso shrugged, shaking a finger in a demur gesture as he clicked his tongue. "You know I don't allow foul play, yeah?"

Groans and cries of dissent swelled from the crowd, prompting another gentle, intimate shush to leave his delicately parted lips. "But, I may make an exception for y'all in here tonight. How 'bout we introduce our first performance, would ya like that?"

Applause, overlapping shoutings of excitement, and high-pitched whistles filled the hazed air as hearts began stuttering, pulses racing in foresight of what was to come. 

"Yeah? How 'bout we get a fan favorite up here. Maybe..." Choso's voice was low and sensual, piercing right into the dark fantasies of the women in the crowd. "Someone who likes to get his hands dirty?" 

Music faded back in, somewhat quieting the intense ferventness of screams and jeering cheers as Choso gestured towards the side entrance with an open, veined hand. The anticipation was pressing harshly on chests like wildfires, leaving the crowd breathless and roused. 

"Please welcome to the stage, Exotica's one and only Toji!"