"F-fuck, I'm close."
"That's alright, babe, come for me. You've been good."
The lewd sounds of skin on skin resounded in the heated room. The man pounded into Wooyoung mercilessly, but his thrusts were getting sloppy and uneven, until he slipped out, took off the condom and shot white ribbons on Wooyoung's stomach while muttering profanities and grunting.
"You're always a good fuck, Wooyoung. It had been too long."
"I know. I live up to my reputation. And to my rates."
"Speaking of which, what's this news of paying in advance. You don't really trust anybody anymore, do you?"
"No, I don't. Now, now, I've had enough of small talk, Kang-dae. See you next time. I need some privacy."
The man scoffed and shook his head. "You never change."
He put on his clothes and went out the room, leaving Wooyoung alone. He lit up a cigarette, opening a window to change the air, and looked out. The city was busy even at that hour in the evening. The streets were swarming with cars and the lights formed a never ending stream. It was oddly comforting. Wooyoung exhaled the last puff of his cigarette, then went into the bathroom to have a refreshing shower. He hated feeling the sticky sensation of sweat on his body after sex. It made him feel dirty. When he was done, he put up a pair of leather jeans, a sheer shirt and a necklace, which complimented his earrings. He went out the room and locked it, going downstairs to reach the bar where he went straight to the counter.
"Hey, Sang-hoon."
"Hey, Wooyoung. The usual?"
"Yeah, thanks. You alright?"
"Sure. Kids are okay. You? Working?"
"Double shift. Could use the money. Got to catch some new client, though."
"Happy hunting, then. You got it."
Wooyoung turned his gaze to the clientele. Old faces, new faces. He didn't know everyone in there, although some of the people standing and sitting there were regulars. He had already fucked some of them, others weren't interested, some others were yet to be asked to. But today, Wooyoung wanted some new blood. Being a high end prostitute meant he could always choose, and he wouldn't settle for anything less than gorgeous tonight, his mind was set. His eyes fell upon a young man sitting alone in a corner, sipping a drink slowly while browsing on his phone. His hair was black with a hint of burgundy, his eyes an exquisite shade of dark chocolate. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, emphasished by his waistcoat. He was wearing black jeans and a white shirt, unbuttoned just enough to see his chiseled chest.
Aren't you just a snack.
Wooyoung walked towards the unknown boy, passing his fingers through his blond and black hair. When he was just steps away from the man's table, he cleared his throat.
"Hey, handsome. Are you alone here?"
He looked at Wooyoung for just a brief second, then returning to his phone straight after.
"As you can see, yes, I am."
"No need to be rude. I just wanted to say hi."
"And why would that be, handsome?"
"I don't think such a pretty boy should be all alone. Such a waste. I could keep you company."
"I don't mind being alone. Besides, I don't know you."
"You could. I'm very interesting. I'm Jung Wooyoung. I'm quite known around here. You should be thankful I'm taking an interest in you... I didn't catch your name."
