but it's better if you do [COMPLETED]

three

i skimmed the boisterous and flashy dance floor for anyone i knew; you can probably guess that i saw zero familiar faces. but, brendon walked over to a tall, black-haired girl and brought me over to her.

"vicky, this is my new friend, ryan. ryan, this is victoria asher. she's an amazing dancer and was one of my first friends when i started my gig here."

"hi," i said politely as i held out my hand. "i'm ryan ross, nice to meet you."

"you know my name. like he said, i'm a dancer here. helped brendon from his amateur years to where he is now, one of the most lusted boys in this club," she explained, receiving my handshake.

"he's popular, eh?" i questioned.

"yup. every guy that comes in here wants a taste of b; and i mean every guy. if he wasn't so goddamn picky, he'd have thirty-seven cases of hiv right now. who knows where some of those men have been."

"sorry that i'm picky! like you said, i don't want to end up dying from aids at 24."

"that's not a bad thing, it's not like you're a literal prostitute and are forced to," i added.

"exactly! stop judging, vicky."

"i'm not judging! i think it's fine that you don't bang everyone you see because then you'd end up like some other ex-workers that didn't make it in this place."

"true. anyways, let's dance!" brendon declared exuberantly, vicky clapping her hands in agreement and excitement.

"i guess i shouldn't have said that, i'm sorry. i mean, i shouldn't be talking. i wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my boobs."

"sure, it's not like your gorgeous face and drop dead extraordinary dancing skills make any dent in your career."

"whatever, bren. let's go dance!"

brendon took me by the hand and dragged me to the dance floor. they were playing wild by troye sivan; very stereotypical and cliche, if you ask me, for a gay club.

he swayed his hips to the beat in an obviously sensual manner while inching towards me, and i wasn't complaining. it was hot as fuck. i started to think that coming into this place wasn't as bad as i thought it was going to turn out to be; not to mention that all the people i'd met so far were kind and welcoming to me.
i do think i give off a lowkey hippie laid back gay vibe at some times.

i let brendon rest his hands on my hips and inch closer once more. in seconds, his lips were moments away from connecting with mine. his eyes were piercing with undoubted sexual tension. i gave him consent to kiss me by smirking at him and bringing my hands to cup his face.

we weren't the only people making out publicly on the dance floor, and surely weren't going to be the last of the night. it was still early.

after a few moments, i had a feeling that vicky left because i heard her loud high heels click against the dance floor and fade away.

i could feel his hands move slowly towards my ass, but stopped him by grabbing his arms from behind me before he could get too far.

"oh fuck, i'm so sorry, i just-"

"when do you go back to your job?"

"10 minutes, why? i mean, i can get someone to cover for me if you're thinking what i'm thinking."

"take me to your favorite room."

he took me by the hip and led me down a hallway near the back to a room labeled, "5A." as i observed more, i noticed the room 2A down the hall: the room jon invited spencer to several minutes ago.

once we entered the room, i asked him a question.

"do you want me to pay you? i can."

"baby, you only need to pay me in naivety," was his response.

and, you know what? i was fine with that.

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y'all i'm READY for this book