The Club

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It was probably the worst fucking job imaginable but the money was really good and so were the work hours.

As a struggling artist trying to make it, he still needed to pay rent and eat. With this job, he was able to do that, plus saving up to make a demo at a studio he found recently.

So he got up at half past two almost every morning and headed to work. He worked five days a week, sometimes weekends sometimes just weekdays. He knew they were two people handling this job and he just hoped that they had equal salaries.

The place closed at two and then he had the rest of the morning to clean, and get a couple of hour's worth of sleep before he headed out on the street busking. That was where he tried out new material to know which songs to put on his demo.

Monday to Thursday was slower but during the weekend the exclusive gay BDSM club was crowded and Louis had a lot to clean after closing. This was the kind of club where you could hook up for sex so first thing first. Louis put on some latex gloves and gathered all the sex toys in the rooms. He threw the ones that weren't electric in the dishwasher and the rest he started to scrub with rubbing alcohol. Believe it or not, this wasn't even the worst part of his job.

That came next. Cleaning up other people's messes. Literally. Scrubbing dry cum off things was his least favorite part of the job.

He suit up with a plastic apron and gloves, sprayed everything down, scrubbed, wiped, and mopped the floor. He did one room at a time.

Time went by and he was happy that he only had one room left. The dishwasher was done so he went to get the clean sex toys and placed them in their right place. He had no idea how people found stuff like that pleasurable and he wasn't planning to find out if he actually would be one of them. It was pretty scary stuff, to be honest.

He scrubbed the toilets next and they were surprisingly clean. Since there were rooms to do naked stuff in people probably just used the toilet for what they were meant to be used for. He looked at the clock. He had an hour left.

He mopped the entrance before he headed to the office in the back. He cleaned that once a week. He opened the door and jumped in surprise. A naked man was sitting on the couch.
"What the hell, man? The club is closed!"

"Sorry, I know the owner Liam. He's my best mate. I needed some time to come down. Wild night. I'm Harry and you are?" The man said, clearly comfortable showing off everything.

"I'm Louis. I clean the place." Louis informed him.

"Really? That must be... Interesting. You have my full admiration for handling such a tough job." Harry smiled.

"Thanks." Louis snorted.

"Oh, I was serious. I'm not making fun of you. I'm sorry." Harry blushed and stood up.

Louis couldn't help that he looked. The man was naked for crying out loud. Thankfully Harry reached for his clothes.
"I'm gonna get out of your way. It was nice to meet you." Harry said.

"You too. I'll just clean the bar. Don't rush it." Louis replied and turned around.

He hurried to the bar. The staff had already wiped the bar and tables and put up all the chairs. He just had to mop under the tables and behind the bar quickly before he fetched the scrubbing machine and drove it around the bar and the dance floor. It took him thirty minutes. He emptied the dirty water and cleaned the tank before he filled it with fresh water for the next day. He checked to see that Harry had left which he had before he locked the doors and turned on the alarm.

He headed to his apartment and landed in bed and fell asleep immediately. He woke up by noon and made breakfast. He had a song title stuck in his head and decided to stay in and see if he could make something of it.

When he went to bed he had half a song completed and felt good about it. When the alarm went off in the middle of the night he muttered something coherent but got up and headed to work.

Once again he cleaned all the sex toys before he started to wipe the exteriors and mop the floors. Work was uneventful. The guy from last night wasn't there which was a shame. He was really cute. More than that actually.

After he finished up he headed back home and went to bed. Working like this didn't exactly help with his social life but he had a plan and a goal and was determined to see it through.

He had Wednesday and Thursday off and spent his free time on the streets busking. He played his new song and got a few bucks worthwhile.