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George straightened his hot pants, hitting just on his taut stomach. His shirt was just a bit too tight, hugging his biceps and chest perfectly. He was as perfect as princess Diana, he said in the mirror.
“You look great.” Gabi smiled next to him, breaking away from the other bottle girls to stand behind George in the mirror. The Brazilian boy beamed at him, setting his nerves at ease.
“It’s like any other party, right?”
George nodded. He grabbed the champagne glasses next to him and followed the group out into the thumping club. Franco glanced back at him, winking as they approached the table. The Argentine always got the most tips, and George understood why.
As he set down the glasses, George’s eyes met the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. Muscular, bright eyed and dark blonde, the man leaned back in the booth. He exuded confidence, dragging his eyes over each of them before settling on George. A chill ran up his body, suddenly feeling very exposed and nervous.
Kika, ever the charmer, asked his name. She ran her finger over the glass in front of him, the man paying little attention to her.
“Max,” he replied.
George made a mental note of his name so he could moan it into his pillow later. He nodded, taking the orders of the men around him. He quickly escaped to the bar, pouring the god-awful macho man orders of liquor into their glasses as calmly as he could. Kika looked back and lowered her eyebrows in sympathy.
He brought the drinks back and handed them out while avoiding eye contact with the client devouring him with his gaze. He stepped back into the group, ready to pop the champagne and be finished with everything. Kika went to hold the bottle with Max when he held up a large hand.
“I want him to do it.”
His finger pointed directly to George, who froze instantly. Gabi and Franco exchanged a look before pushing him forward. George cursed them in his mind, putting on a plastic smile as he took the bottle from Kika and took his spot next to Max. The man’s large hands met his on the bottle, his body all too close to George’s.
As they sang his birthday celebration, George felt the tension in his body matching that in the bottle in their hands. When he popped the cork, he let go like it was on fire, Max making sure to catch him in some of the champagne spray. The sticky champagne and thought of having Max coat him in anything made his tight uniform all the more uncomfortable. He said something along the lines of “excuse me” to anyone within earshot before scrambling away, feeling Max’s gaze follow him away.
George rushed to the bathroom, closing the door and leaning heavily against the counter. His pupils were huge, his lips bitten pink. He took some cold water on his face, breathing deeply to calm his nerves. It was like any other night, he told himself. He was supposed to be eye candy. He breathed out, wiping his face on his shirt and feeling the anxiety slowly leave his body.
The door opened and his blood ran cold.
Max clicked the lock behind him, raising his head in recognition of George as he looked him over. The muffled music fell away, George’s whole world disappearing into the muscular man in front of him. He tried to remember his job.
“I’m sorry, I’ll be right back, I just had to fix my hair and-“ Max waved his hand, silencing him instantly.
“No, you don’t apologize. I wanted to talk to you alone. Now, you answer yes or no, ok?”
George nodded.
“You want to leave?”
George shook his head.
“You have a boyfriend? Girlfriend?”
George shook his head quickly.
“You want it?”
George looked into his eyes, Max clenching his sharp jaw with a smug expression.
“You know that isn’t part of the service?” George asked incredulously.
“No, it’s my service for you.”
Max took George’s waist in his big hands, slotting himself behind him. George watched in the mirror as Max ran his touch over his body, just ghosting the waistband of his tiny shorts. George melted into him, gasping as Max’s firm grip held him upright.
“Yes..” He breathed into Max’s ear.
Within seconds, his shorts were around his thighs and Max’s large hand was wrapped around his half hard cock. George could see how disheveled he was in the mirror, blushing and panting at every movement. Max’s eyes over his shoulder drank in the sight, staring as he kissed George’s neck.
“Look at how pretty you are, my little princess.” Max rumbled into his back, his hand working George torturously slow. His hard body ground against the smaller man’s bare ass, his other hand grasping at his chest. He swiped a thumb over the tip, taking some of George’s dribbling precum and lifting it to his mouth. He let out a pathetic moan as Max licked his spend from his thumb before resuming his torturous pace.
“Max.. please” George squirmed, trying to fuck into Max’s hand fruitlessly. He could feel the other man growing hard through his pants pressed against his ass. Max silenced him by taking a nipple between his fingers, squeezing the bud as he licked a stripe up George’s exposed neck. It was almost unbearable.
“So pretty when you beg..” Max breathed hot against his neck, working George’s cock faster and more desperately now.
George felt his legs getting shaky, Max holding him upright as he felt the knot in his belly growing tighter. Max didn’t relent, still groping with his free hand over George’s hips and chest. He looked hungrily in the mirror, watching every little moan and movement he pulled out of his slim body.
“Cum for me, pretty baby.” Max looked into George’s eyes in the mirror as he lost control.
He squirmed into Max’s chest, shooting thick ropes onto the counter and into his hand. He relaxed into Max, who grabbed his jaw and kissed him hungrily. They looked at each other for a moment, before George stabilized and broke away to stand on his own. He hurriedly washed his hands and cleaned the counter while Max silently watched.
“Any chance I could get your phone number?” The man asked.
George sighed, running through the list of rules he had already broken with the gorgeous client. He squeezed his eyes shut before relenting.
“Sure.” He took Max’s phone and hurriedly entered his number under “George.” He thought about adding an emoji before deciding against it.
He handed the phone back, turning his attention to making himself presentable in the mirror. He fluffed his hair, straightened his shirt and hiked up his shorts. He turned in the mirror, ensuring he looked just as edible as he had before giving Max a taste.
When they emerged from the bathroom, Franco and Gabi rushed to George with bright grins on their faces.
“What happened?” Gabi asked, holding in a laugh.
“Nothing.” George tried to play cool.
“He works with Nico, you have to tell me!” Gabi poked into his ribs.
“He wanted the premium package, so he got it. That’s all.” George flipped his hair. Franco erupted in laughter, grabbing Gabi for support.
“He left you a big tip, so you better have earned it.” Gabi quipped.
“I’m sure he did.” Franco wiped a tear from his eye.
George took a deep breath. He was already eye candy, he wouldn’t mind becoming arm candy.