117 Night Job

I'm not sure whether to cry or laugh but I can just imagine the heated discussion that must have happened at the head organization that owned this building

"No, I think Sweet Males is a far better name"

"Excuse me, this design should obviously be called Heartfelt Flavors"

"Guys, I have the greatest name ever"

This is the place I was working at….

But it was a good thing that most of the jobs for us would be reduced such as advertising, calculating finance, etc.

All we would have to do was just do as demanded on a catalogue that explained what the customer ordered.

I tried having a look at the price and -THAT IS TOO EXPENSIVE.

Just spending time with us is already at the price of $150+ and then you would have to include the funds of any special requests as well as the price of actually using our penis.

There was a cheaper option where the men would be able to save energy for richer customers by using strap on dildos to pleasure customers or the masturbation option where we help or watch them masturbate.

This seems like an outright scam but we surprisingly had a lot of customers due to the skills the advertising department had.

I soon entered the building and bought a few drinks from vending machines to the bodyguards that we were at the front of the hotel: "Thanks for the hard work."

"Kei, you're here already? Oh, thanks for the drinks."

I've heard of some customers that were absolute muscle maniacs that would love these guys.

That was why the company decided to put their security to good use by also allowing them to take part in the business as prostitutes.

Pretty smart idea I would have to say because as long as they have two capable people who were able to keep check and call for the others then it should be fine.

It was a good idea to keep a good relationship as in this business, any of us could suddenly drop dead if there were dangerous customers.

"Damn, you already dyed your hair!"

"Hehe, I've heard that it's a trend in some foreign countries. Might as well join the bandwagon"

Those two were seniors of this company that had been working for a considerably long time now.

There were many legends surrounding them but the most amazing prominent one stated that in a single day containing 24 hours, the two of them managed to commit to over 30 girls in whatever they desired.

We could just say they got lucky but the mental stability to play with over 30 hearts was definitely painful in the long run.

Indeed, one of the boy's hair was now in a shiny white color that seemed flamboyant but it was a spectacle quite unusual in this conservative country.

The usual hair colors you would probably see are: black, brown, grey and a very small chance of blonde.

Foreigners or those with half blood would mostly have blonde hair or those that wanted to be 'rebellious'

I soon heard a voice that interrupted my thoughts "Oh? Kei, how's the sales been doing to you? Are you also going to dye your hair?"

It was surprising that they would suddenly ask me about that but I replied nonchalantly "The pays alright. I don't think I could dye my hair even if I wanted to."

They didn't question me even further as they knew in this trade, it was dangerous to search too deep into an answer that wasn't necessary.

My answer was very vague, especially the part about dyeing my hair.

In high school, I might be suspended or expelled because it didn't 'conform' to what the smart diligent students' look should be like.

This conservative view of everything was very dangerous if they kept on attaching such old views to new modern ideas.

But I would be graduating soon, so I don't need to care too much about this.

Plus, the money to get my hair dyed or any extra fees would probably be too troublesome and could be a burden for some of my customers.

*Sigh*, my shift was about to begin a whole 5 hours of work was going to kill me.

This place would probably shut down at 12:00am because of the laws stated by the police that could cause this place to get ruined.

….

I had a total of 3 customers that had a blast when I was ordered.

Hunger and exhaustion took over my body and my mind was already beginning to feel the tough effects it had.

One was nothing too special as she was just a pervert who wanted a male companion to watch her masturbate and use a dildo to toy with her without actually having sexual intercourse.

The other just wanted to have really rough sex in order to forget whatever problems she had in her ordinary life.

But the last one…

She was one of the weirdest customers I met since she reminded me of another loyal customer.

There was a specific order to wear on skimpy clothing that looked like plants but were actually green silk used.

I was supposed to act out a 'fantasy' of hers and act as an aggressive elf who found an intruder who had to roughen up this invader before eventually taking her as a broken human who would suddenly stay with him.

My… pride… was thrown out the window.

What type of things goes on in that girl's mind? WHY?

I swear it's like every embarrassing memory you'll remember during the night that will make sure you can't sleep peacefully.

It was unfortunate that none of them seemed interested in becoming permanent customers of mine as they liked the idea of experiencing everyone in the brothel until they find 'the perfect one'.

My shift was finally over but it was 12:00am and I can't take another moment of not having anything to eat.