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     There were naked men in front of me. Everyone's eyes were covered with a black cloth, while some were wearing these leather binders and straps.

     My stomach started churning, but Bryson quickly goes in front of me, making me quickly shift my attention back to him.

     "Cool right? I saw this token in my father's room and checked what it was for. Found out it was a token for an exclusive club like this", Bryson explains.

     I shake my head and said, "This is a prostitution house."

     "What?! Don't say that, this is actually very exclu-"

     I ignored Bryson and I quickly cut him off, "How dare you bring me to such a dirty place. We're leaving...now."

     I was about to leave the room, but Bryson quickly goes in front of me and said, "Val, come on, it's not so bad!"

     I angrily looked at him and said, "Not so bad?! Are you fucking kidding me?! These are naked men who are displayed inside glass cases. I acknowledge you being gay Bryson, but I will not let you drag me to places like this. Now let's go."

     Bryson frowns and says, "No, if you want to go you leave without me, easy as that."

     I widened my eyes from shock.

     Bryson clearly knows I don't walk on the streets, and I definitely don't commute, so he basically got me cornered here.

     "Just for today Val. Just accompany me in picking my toy, after that we'll leave", Bryson explains, making me cringe when he referred to these men as toys.

     I took a deep breath and glanced at the men again.

     When you look at it, these guys look pretty...clean. Thinking about that small fact made me feel a little better at least.

     I took a deep breath again and said, "You pick...we leave...are those the rules?"

     Bryson smirks, excited that I was slowly considering it.

     "You and your rules Val..." Bryson says with a chuckle.

     He walks closer to me and continued, "I pick, I go to a room, I play a little...then we leave", he tells me, my anger slowly showing again.

     "And what the fuck do I do while you P L A Y?" I angrily asked.

     "Well...you don't really have to touch or play with anything if you don't want to. So why not pick one yourself", Bryson stupidly suggests, but before I could even complain, someone enters the room and greets us.

     "Good evening gentlemen", he says with a smile, but not like the men outside, he wasn't wearing a silver mask.

     "Are you guys ready to choose?" he asked. Bryson quickly goes to him and says, "We are actually."

     "Excellent. Now follow me", he says as he started walking, Bryson walking beside him.

     I sighed and hesitated, but I followed them anyways.

     The room was large, it was like a typical hotel hallway, but instead of doors on the left and right side, there are glass cases with numbers, and inside those glass cases are different men whose eyes were covered.

     The atmosphere was also somehow sexual...especially when they were playing this RnB music. And if you could just look closely, the men were somehow swaying to the music too.

     Or are they in fucking ecstasy right now?

     "You may say anything about the toys since they won't be able to hear you through the glass anyways", the man explains, like that information would be helpful for us in some way.

     "So, do you see anything you like?" I heard the man ask.

     Bryson stops in front of a glass case that was numbered 14. The man inside was tall, had brown skin, light eye color and even had a good built.

     This was definitely Bryson's type.

     "This one", Bryson says as the man smiles in delight, "Excellent, I'll give you your room key and number 14 will head there immediately."

     Then the man looks at me and says, "How about you sir? Have you seen anything you like?"

     I looked at him with disgust and rolled my eyes.

     "No", I simply answered as I started walking away.

     I am not gay, and I am definitely not going to pick a man who dozens of other men have already played with.

     "Whoa! This one looks tough", I suddenly heard Bryson say. I was going to ignore him but the sudden urge to go check it out was just too strong. So I gritted my teeth and went to where Bryson was, and to my surprise, the man inside glass case number 2 4 was covered in tattoos from head to toe.

     Like everyone else, his eyes were covered with a black cloth. But his skin was a pale white, and he had a leaner body figure compared to the other ones here.

     "Number 24 isn't a talkative one so he's a good toy. Though there were cases that he get's a little...aggressive", the man explains.

     I looked at him with disgust.

     "Dirty..." I whispered under my breath.

     But the longer I looked at him, the more my heart started pounding. Somehow, this man was...familiar.

     I clenched my fist and suddenly commanded, "Remove the cloth in his eyes."

     The man looked shocked and confused as he looked at me, "I'm sorry sir but the toys are not allowed to-"

     "I am Romeo Valentino, and I demand you to remove the cloth in his eyes", I say as I seriously looked at him.

     The man flinched, and it was obvious that he has heard of my name before. So he sighs and snaps his fingers, seconds later a man wearing the same silver mask enters the glass case from the back, then, he approached him and leaned towards his ears, like he was whispering something to him.

     Bryson looked at me confusingly too, but he was also intrigued at the same time.

     I was clenching my fist so hard that it was starting to hurt.

     The wait was too much for me.

     But the man in mask finally leaves the glass case eventually, then, the tattooed man lifts his hand to removes the cloth.

     The cloth that was covering his eyes falls off.

      My whole body froze as his jet-black eyes directly stared at me.

      Slowly, his own eyes widened from shock as well as he recognized who I was.

     "It's him", I say under my breath.

     I couldn't believe it. He was the man that I was desperately looking for at the party, and like fate, I was able to find him here instead.

     This man...this dirty looking man...was the same man who ruined my perfectly organized line of employees. I will definitely make you pay for making me think about you the whole day.

     "Him..."I simply say.

     Bryson looked shocked, but the man who was accompanying us looked delighted.

     "Excellent! Now follow me and I will be giving you your room keys", he says as we walk out of the room.

     "Wow, I thought you were a clean freak, but I'm surprised you chose the dirtiest looking one out there", Bryson whispered as we followed the man to a reception area.

     He takes two keys that were hanging from the wall.

     Bryson immediately took the key from the man's left hand while I only stared down at the one on the right.

     "I want the cleanest room", I immediately tell him.

     The man reassuring smiles and says, "Well all of our rooms are..."

     "Cleanest room...if possible, a room that no one has used yet", I tell him.

     He looks shocked, but he nods his head from understanding.

     "We have the most expensive room here, and only one has used it. Will that be enough?" he asks, and I nod my head as an answer.

     He smiled and puts my original key back, then, as he was about to reach out for the red key at the top, Bryson quickly stops him, "Do you have gloves? Or even a handkerchief?"

     The man stops and looks at Bryson confusingly, so Bryson explained further, "You know...anything that will not make you directly hold that key."

     The man looked even more confused, but he cleared his throat and nodded his head anyways.

     He took out his handkerchief and uses it to take the key before handing it to me.

     "The rooms are upstairs. Enjoy your stay", the man says with a smile.

     Bryson looks at me first, then he excitedly runs upstairs like a kid who just bought his new toy and he couldn't wait to open it up in his room.

     I take a deep breath and went upstairs now too.

     I looked down at my key that had the number 100 on it. Thankfully it was easy to find since it was the only door that was painted red.

     I took out my handkerchief and used it to open the doorknob. Then I gently kicked the door open before going inside.

     The room was definitely clean and organized. The man downstairs wasn't lying about it. It looked like an expensive hotel room, but like the outside of the building, there were no windows, and everything was red and black.

     I wouldn't dare sit on the bed, so I sat on the sofa instead.

     There were wine and fruits on the table, but of course, I wouldn't touch that either.

     I was uneasily tapping my feet as I waited for that man to enter my room.

     Wait...why am I suddenly nervous?

     "He's not significant...I just want to have a word with him, that's all", I told myself as I anxiously stared at the door.

      Finally, I hear footsteps, and the doorknob slowly twists open.

     "Knock three times", I quickly commanded, making him stop.

     He quickly lets go of the doorknob, seconds later, someone knocks on the door three times.

     "Come in", I finally say.

     The door slowly opens, revealing the tattooed man.

     I was expecting him to be naked in front of me, but instead, he was wearing a suit, and was even wearing gloves. I smirked by just seeing it, "So it really is you. You wouldn't be wearing that if you didn't know about me, am I right?" I asked.

     The man didn't even look nervous as he answered instead, "I am ready to serve you maste-"

     "Stop with the bullshit...sit down", I say.

      He stares at me for a couple of seconds before sitting down on the sofa in front of me.

     "President King placed you inside my company without consent. Then I heard Bryson say that the president himself goes here...now I'm starting to understand the reason why he was so confident about you", I tell him, but the man still doesn't say a word.

     "The Valentino Empire does not hire employees who have tattoos...so you decided to cover it all up?" I asked again, but as expected, he still doesn't answer me, making me feel annoyed a little.

     I then pointed at the lower side of my eyes, referring to the tattoo on the lower side of his eyes as well, "That...when I saw you, you didn't have that."

     "Concealer", he finally answers, making me laugh.

     "Of course, concealer...how stupid can I get?" I tell him sarcastically, but the man doesn't even flinch nor says anything.

     "Name", I tell him.

     "We can't reveal our names to custom-"

     I quickly cut him off and said, "I'm your fucking boss, not your customer. Now you tell me your name."

      The man just stares at me, like he wanted to say something else but he decided not to. So he brushes his hair back with his fingers as he finally answered, "Julien Choi."

     I smirked upon hearing the name.

     "Alright then...Julien...besides the piercings and tattoos that are obviously against my employees' requirements, you work in such a club too. Give me one reason why I should still let you work in my company", I seriously tell him.

     He looked back at me with a serious expression as well as he answered, "I'm good at work."

     "Work. You mean at the company or at this club?" I asked with my right eyebrow raised.

     "Both", he quickly answered.

     "Alright then, if you're so good...how many men have you served tonight?" I now asked him.

     Julien looks at me with this intense look as he answered, "Four."

     "And how many men did you fuck?" I asked again.

     Julien keeps quiet for a few seconds, but he answered without shame anyways, "Four."

     "And how many men does it take for you to finally feel satisfied?" I asked further.

     He pauses, then he finally stands up from his seat and answered, "Five."

     I smirked and looked up so I could look straight at his eyes, "Let me guess...I'm your fifth."

     He loosens his necktie and says, "You are."

     "But you definitely know I can't touch you", I tell him.

     The man named Julien who has been expressionless since earlier, suddenly smirked, making my heart surprisingly skip a beat.

     He walks closer to where I was as he answered, "Then go ahead and watch me."

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