Short Stories/ One Shots

Broken Clocks

Characters

Tyler
21
African American(Brown skin)
5'7

Robin
26
African American(light skin)
6'1

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No one's pov

Tyler ran fast to the diner he was working at, if he was to be late this would be the 3rd time this week and he didn't want to be cut off, he needed the money really bad and it was hard to find a job in the town he lived.

He got there in time, taking a quick second to thank God, he walked to the back to Change to his work clothes.

The Brown-skin is a waitress in some diner but he only had afternoon shifts after lectures, he didn't care that they paid him less cause he didn't work throughout the day, at least the money was going to good use, he wasn't ungrateful, he accepted the amount he got, it was better than nothing.

After 4 hours of taking orders, serving orders, cleaning tables, Tyler was finally done with his shift for the day.

It was 7pm and Tyler was walking down the street to his other job.

Sin city the sign read. It was one of, if not the most popular strip club in the city, it was never a dull night at the club, it was always packed, sometimes order would have to limit the amount of people present.

The Brown-skin walked into the strip club removing his coat before hanging it up.

"You're here on time, first time" he was greeted by the voice of his co-worker Derek. Derek was a beautiful light-skin mixed boy, born an Afro-Latino father and European mother. Sadly he was casted out after his family found out he was gay. Derek having no where to go, came across Sin City the owner was nice enough to let him crash in a room there, until he made enough money to move out.

"Yeah, the diner didn't get much customers today, it was surprisingly slow." Tyler answered, walking to his locker to get his clothes so he could get ready.

"We have a rough night ahead of us today" Ethan said as he walked in. Ethan unlike the other two, was taller, he was skinny, his lips red were so red you'd think he wore makeup, cheeks always tinted with red, he had a really doll like face, his brows perfectly carved, his skin pale, even though he would spend hours under the sun tanning, his skin just couldn't accept it. That was one of the things that made him one of the beloved in the club. Kinky older men loved the white skin male, especially how red turns when they got to handle him, and his height was admirable, he stood at 6'0, which wasn't common. So making him a unique one in the club. The owner's pride, you might say.

"Why" Tyler asked

"Old men" Ethan and Derek said as they shiver in disgust, I mean who wouldn't, nothing disgusted them more, than older men. They were always finding a way to touch them inappropriately, always wanting to take one of them back home. I mean Ethan, Derek and Tyler even had been tempted a few times to just use these old men for money, but one thing about old men, especially old white men is that they were the kinkiest people to exist, and their kinks weren't the normal kinds, no it was disturbing and not even worth the money.

"How old" Tyler asked, already knowing the answer, they definitely had to be 50+ for Ethan and Derek to react the way they did.

"50, and it's his birthday so he has other 50 year olds there" Ethan answered, his face forming a disgusted look

"Ewww" Derek said still smacking his gum

"Well, anything for the money" Tyler said walking out with the two boys.