Asmodeus- the God of LUST ✅

1. RED & BLUE

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JIMIN-

"You sure you don't want the semi-permanent one? This will wash off immediately," the store owner is getting on my nerves every passing second. All I want is for her to get all the supplies as quickly as she can, but this slow lady is pissing me off. 

Why did I even agree to do all of this?

Taking a glance at the old watch hung just above her head, there was still time for my shift to start. Even after being discarded by society for something my father did, this was the only place I could think of working. I feel thankful for the new exorbitant club that recently opened here.

"ALLURE" even though the name screams expensive, not many people know me in this part of the city, and not many people care for who I am and what I do. They just need the work to be delivered on time efficiently. And I was one of the best they got.

Nobody knows me and nobody even gives a fuck about my past and family. Nobody knows the truth yet. And it should be that way.

It is practically the first male stripper club that opened around this region and not many people know about it, again a safe zone for me.

I see the slow woman approach me with a bag containing my stuff. God, she even calculates the amount slowly... I wonder how she deals with her day-to-day activities."Just hand me this over and here," I practically snatch the items from the lady giving her the cash before exiting the foul smelled store. 

Another good thing about this store and the neighborhood is that nobody from the University visits a shabby place like this. Hence there are almost zero to negative chances that anyone would recognize me.

Not even my friends, I don't want them to know anything... they are good without knowing the hardships I'm facing. The only people who actually care about me.

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I enter my workplace through the back door, dim neon lights cascading the surface and loud music reaching my ears as I walk down the metallic shiny flooring, the good thing about this environment is its secrecy and openness. The air feels heavy with smoke and the foul smell of sweat and sometimes cheap cologne, but it's something I'm used to now. 

The heaviness in my heart is nothing compared to what my lungs are feeling right now. Sighing I walk toward the narrow hallway that leads us to the changing rooms.

This room is where the magic happens, this is where I change from my usual self to someone the woman wants, someone they need for a night but can't have. Someone with power, even for a short period but it's there. I feel it on my nerves.

I remove the baggy clothing which covers me like shadows, wearing tight leather pants with suspenders without a shirt. I look at the reflection, at the man I am today. My father used to punish me in his ways to be more masculine, to gain muscles, to remove the extra fat on my cheeks that my mother adored.

He was a bastard, a true heathen who not only had me tortured but would punish my mom if I show any sort of affection towards her. In his eyes, affection, love, and feelings make a man weak.

And he was the weakest of them all, despite being ruthless.

Now, I feel the confidence oozing out of me, with my body sculpted. I was not a big man but had taut muscles and of course, a smile to kill for. I got that from my mother, the only thing I cherish about myself.