Freedom

Angels was promoted as being one of the more high end sex clubs in the city, and it was. the men and women who worked there were clean. they clearly took care of their bodies. they were screened for STI's once a month, and condoms were a requirement. Everyone who worked there did so of their own free will. At least, that was what the patrons were told.

Gabriel had been working at Angels since he was 16. His father had sold him off to the owner to pay off a debt he owned. He had grown used to it in his five years there. He worked in the BDSM rooms. he could play both roles very well, being the intimidating Dom, or the needy Sub, it didn't matter much to him. As long as he played his role well, there was less risk of him being sold to a new club, or worse, to one of the self proclaimed entrepreneurs who had a handful of workers on the corners every night.

Sam was not new to the club scene. at 24 years old, Angels was a nice distraction from his work as a lawyer. He could let go of the control that he needed for work and just enjoy himself. The best part about Angels was that it was perfectly legal, since the workers were not forced into their jobs and were paid decent salaries, from what he understood. There was no shame associated with the place, only pleasure.